Warnings:THIS IS EXCEPTIONALLY ANGSTY SO THAT IS MY WARNING
Summary: Prince Tom breaks your heart
A/N: This is for @drvrslcense Sour Writing Challenge, i am coming in right before the deadline lol! Thank you so much Cloy for making this a thing, I had an absolute blast writing this and also talking about Fangirl with you!
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The light broke through the long velvet curtains, cascading across the smooth face of the prince that laid in the satin sheets. Your feet were soft against the bare stone floor, moving towards the edge of the bed where your peaceful prince slept. He looked so tender, so gentle, you couldn’t help yourself, not that you ever could, your hand brushing away a stray curl that had fallen from his mop of brunette tendrils. Your fingertips trailing against his unwrinkled forehead as you did so. The soft touch of your skin on his drawing from his slumber, brown eyes dusted with golden flecks fluttering open as he met your gaze, a smile spreading across his cheeks.
“Princess” he mumbled, raising himself from the cocoon of his sheets and wrapping his arm around your apron clad waist, pulling you down on top of him, and oomph escaping your lips as your chest compressed on impact.
“Tom!” you chuckled trying to pull yourself back up, playfully fighting against his embrace, your body relaxing into his hold because the more you struggled the tighter he held you. His face was buried in your neck, feathering kisses along your exposed skin as you softened in his hold.
“Love” Tom whispered, pulling back and looking you in the eyes, it was a tender moment as you wiggled, pulling your arm from his hold and bringing it up, running your fingers through his soft locks, his eyes closing in pleasure as your nails scratched his scalp. “I don’t want to do anything today, I want to stay in bed with you” he seemed so childlike wanting nothing more than to remain with you.
“You know you have the meeting with the French Royal Family today” you spoke quietly, not wanting to break the atmosphere that you had culminated in but you realized that no matter how you had said that the mood would dissolve immediately.
“Right” he muttered, retracting his hold from you and pushing back against your chest, signaling you to stand up, which you did, brows furrowing as you watched him sit up against his headboard.
“Tom?” you tried to reach out to him but he had pulled away physically and emotionally, his body leaning from your touch.
“I’d better get ready for the meeting then” he hushed, eyes not meeting yours as he threw his blankets off of his legs.
“Oh okay” you felt lost, the once stable ground that your relationship had stood seemed to be liquifying, slipping away from under you, little did you know that soon all that would be left was the remnants of a landslide and rubble of broken hearts. You left his chambers with crinkled clothing, raising a hand to thr man that stood to the side, signaling for Tom’s help to join him and help him get ready for the meeting.
You were already standing in the corner of the throne room when Tom entered with the rest of his family, he walked up through the throngs of people that sat to the sides, his hands twitching in their proper hold as he eyes scanned the room, examining the crowd for familiar faces. His face fell dramatically when he caught your soft look, eagerly looking at him with a simple smile playing on your lips, he immediately pulled his eyes from you, examining the carpet beneath his feet as he finished his approach of the dreaded thrones. You remained watching confusedly, not paying attention to anything that was being said as all your focus was trained on Tom standing there next to his fathers throne, his composure seemed so off, souring further than it had when you had dragged him from his chambers earlier that morning. Your hands were folded properly behind your back, the words being spoken with such gusto yet falling on deaf ears as you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with your love.
“And now introducing Princess Lucy” one of the servants spoke, swinging his arm to the side as a stunning woman dressed in a light blue gown started making her way down the aisle, bowing slightly as she reached the steps before the throne.
She was stunning, absolutely beautiful in a way that signaled her money and privilege but not in the way that made you want to stare at her forever, finding the facade of perfection would crumble upon closer inspection.
“Now Prince Thomas, would you step down and join the Princess” the French king ordered, gesturing for Tom to go down and stand near his daughter. Tom moved reluctantly, moving slowly as he looked at you nervously, he seemed scared, and rightfully so.
“We have gathered here today to celebrate the betrothal of Thomas and Lucy” The king bellowed, the crowd cheering immediately in response but all you could hear was the deafening ring of silence in your ears, the blood rushing through you nearly halting as your body started to flush, without a word you turned, rushing out of the door, going to the only place you could think of to run too, Tom’s room, cursing yourself for finding solace in the domain of the man who had just torn your heart out, Tom’s eyes managing to catch your fleeing figure as his body started to take on the similar symptoms of heartbreak that you had just gone through.
You were sat on Tom’s bed, fiddling with your apron as the door creaked open, you immediately stood, readying to pretend that you had been tidying Tom’s room but your hands fell limp at your sides when you saw who it was. Tom stood in front of the closing door, the sight of him drying your mouth and silencing the anger in your blood, he looked so lost. Moments passed as you both stood their, unsure of what to do.
“You knew this morning” you said, not asking more stating, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had filled the space between the two of you since he had found you in his chambers, having snuck away from dinner.
“What?” he looked up at you for the first time since the announcement had been made in that ever echoing hall.
“You knew the announcement was going to be happening today, that is why you wanted to stay in bed all day, right?” your voice was surprisingly strong, you didn’t know where it was coming from, everything was falling away from beneath you.
“Yeah, yeah I did” he was looking anywhere but you, avoiding the confrontation of examining the tears that rimmed your eyes.
“How could you?” you choked out “Do you not care about me? Was I just a game to you?” his eyes shot up to you in shock, mouth falling open as he tried to process, how could you not see that you were his everything, an anger at your misunderstanding bubbling up in him.
“I would burn it all down for you, give it all up, how do you not see that?” Tom yelled at you, throwing his hands up in exasperation at your current state.
“Because when it came down to it you didn’t choose me and I don’t think you ever will.” you spat back, spite lacing every syllable that left your tongue. His features morphed quickly, the annoyance that had once been present in his eyes quickly switching to that of hurt and confusion.
“Princess-” his voice was so much softer, as if it came from a different conversation, a different point in your relationship, when you still dreamed of being his queen.
“Don’t call me that, you don’t get to call me that anymore” you tried to stand tall, be firm as you felt your world melting around.
“But-that's what you are to me, you’re my princess” he stuttered, feeling lost and confused, how had it reached this point, how had it gotten this far.
“You told me I was to be you queen, sir” you were slipping back into old formalities, his name no longer welcome on your tongue “Then you turned around and announced you were to marry another and you expect me to sit around and watch?”
“No, I was just the chambermaid you taunted with a title” you spat, a feigned venom in your voice, trying to convince yourself that you were as mad as you wanted to be, that you were furious and not devastated
“Was?”
“Y/n” you ignored his pitiful plea of your name that passed his thin lips as you untied your apron from around your waist, draping the stained fabric over your arm as you started making your way to the door, your actions halted when a silk covered arm wrapped around your waist. You turned back to him, tears staining your cheeks, and you wished you could disappear, you wish you had never fallen for the boy prince, the one who made promises you knew he couldn’t keep but you wanted to think that it would work. You loathed the hopeless romantic that lived in you, thinking that maybe it could have worked out.
“What are you doing?” his orbs desperately searching yours, tears blooming in his eyes as he saw the resolute look on your face, he felt like he was slipping and he didn’t know what to do.
“I forfeit my position at the castle” you spat, tugging your arm from his hold.
“Y/n, you-you can’t do that, you’ll go back to the streets and I’d never see you again” he felt a pang of guilt that the thing that scared him most was the latter point. Never laying eyes on you again was the last thing he wanted, he wanted to wake up to you every morning, to the way you always brushed his soft curls from his forehead to draw him from his sleep, or how you kiss the corners of his mouth to melt away his frown when his title weighed heavy on his shoulders.
“Maybe that's what I want” your words were harsher than anything he had ever heard you say, making him take a step back.
“I thought what you wanted was to be with me” his voice was shattering along with his heart, glass shards shredding his insides as he felt himself unravel under your gaze, one that he was so used to being filled with adoration, but now your eyes traced needles across his face as you examined his pained expression.
“I did, but you showed that you didn’t want to be with me, Tom, you threw that away, you broke us so don’t blame me for leaving because that is on you, you promised yourself to another”
“You don’t have to leave, Kings often have women other than their queens” he cringed at his own words as he saw them ignite something in you.
“I will not be your concubine, how dare you suggest that!” you practically yelled, your voice hovering below a shout, not wanting to draw any guards to the chambers.
“You don’t have to be my chambermaid anymore, but please you don’t have to leave”
“I do, Tom, I do have to leave because every time I look at you I see a man with my crumbled heart at his feet” Tears freely falling from your eyes now “Remember how you said you would give me the world?” he nodded solemnly “But I didn’t care about the world, it could have burned for all I cared, because nothing compared to how you made me feel, but you couldn’t even manage to give me that” a sob broke through your lips “You promised me the world and left me with a broken heart, I cannot look on you any longer because every time I do I see the man I love and I am pretty sure I will always love”
“You haven’t lost me, not yet, I’m still here, I love you Y/N”
“Well sometimes love isn’t enough, and in this case it isn’t” your voice was sharp, a vice wrapping around the shattered remains of his heart, he opened his mouth to speak again, but closed it quickly, feeling like blood was about to drip from his mouth as his insides churned. For all he knew he was dying. “I cannot stay, after everything I love you, Tom, this was it for me” and with that you slipped through the opening between the two large ornate wooden doors and hurried down the hall. Tom muttered curses under his breath, scrubbing his eyes against the detailed embroidery of his cuff, stepping out into the large stone hallway, watching as your back disappeared around a corner he called.
“This was it for me as well” hoping his words would draw you back to him, real you in from the invisible string that he thought he had wrapped around your heart, but you didn’t turn around, you didn’t come back to him, leaving the future king to wallow in the loss of the only person he would consider his queen.
(my gif, made it on my phone which is why it’s bad)
Summary You and Natasha broke up a few months ago, and you’d be lying if you said you were over her, or if you ever thought you’d be over her. But what if something forces you to confess your love to her all over again?
Pairing Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Content/Warnings angst with happy ending, swearing, mentions of violence, shooting, kinda implied hospital scene at the end but it isn’t talked much about, kinda hurt/comfort, kinda whump? there isn’t much detail but i guess it’s still kinda there?
Word Count 1.6k
A/N This is my first piece of writing shared here and it was kinda rushed because I’ve been so busy but I wanted to get it finished for the deadline of the challenge (I’m hoping it’s still at the deadline because it’s still the 3rd for me but time zones are absolutely wild). I didn’t have time to edit this but if you see any mistakes honestly just feel free to tell me and I can fix them then, I don’t mind and I’ll actually be really grateful for it!!
Made for this writing challenge by @drvrslcense!
You and Natasha had broken up a few months ago.
It came out of nowhere. Everything had seemed to be going so incredible. You’d spent hours wrapped up in each other’s arms, holding each other close, long kisses when the other came back from missions, sitting in each other’s lap during movie nights and dreading every moment spent apart. Dating Natasha was everything you could have ever wanted and more, and it became obvious to you very early on in the relationship that there was no one else in the world you could ever want to spend the rest of your life with.
Then it all went wrong. She pulled you into a corner, a little gentle sad smile on her face. There was something about that smile, her face, the way she held back her tears and the way her hands were trembling slightly as she held your wrist. You knew something was up, and you really didn’t want to know what it is. You really didn’t want it to be what you thought it was.
“I’m really, really sorry Y/N - I just don’t think we’re right for each other, you know?”
Time seemed to stop. There was no immediate emotional response, you were just frozen. Empty. Confused. Things were so perfect for you, had they not been the same for her? You didn’t know what to say, quite how to react. So you just nodded, just empty. Completely empty, devoid of emotions, devoid of thoughts, just a gentle little nod and quiet words saying you understood and there was nothing to be sorry for.
She wrapped you in a hug before she left, her arms as warm and comforting as they’d always been, but now they didn’t bring you the same happiness and fuzziness. They just succeeded in making you feel more empty.
When you got to your apartment, you sobbed. Sobbed more than you ever had in your life. Knowing that all that magic you felt with Natasha probably hadn’t been mutual, knowing that despite how ready you were to give the rest of your life to her she didn’t think you were right for her.
Then, when you showed back up at the compound the next day and you locked eyes with her, you just went back to being empty.
Life didn‘t stop after that day, even though it felt like it was going to. Work didn’t stop. Missions didn’t stop. So, you and Natasha simply went back to being coworkers, trying to pretend the days you spent together were some brilliant dream that you had before finally snapping out of it.
You had missions with Nat pretty frequently. Apparently you worked well together, which you could definitely see. July 18th wasn’t any different, a simple mission with just the two of you.
A simple mission that turned into an ambush. Everything moved at lightning speed - bullets in the air, diving out the way, rushing to escape, trying to communicate with the rest of the Avengers to get help or at the very least explain what was happening.
Everything was going so fast that when you saw the bullet flying towards Nat, you really didn’t know what to do other than shift your position next to her just enough for the bullet to hit you instead.
You fell to the ground, her arms reaching around you to stop you hitting it, her eyes wide, voice panicked as she spoke words to you you couldn’t quite hear. It was as if she was talking underwater - her lips were moving, but you didn’t understand the words coming out. All you could think to do was bury your head in her neck and pull yourself in close to her, once again losing yourself in the warmth and comfort in her embrace even now as she ran out of the building with you in her arms.
“S-sorry, Nat…”
The way she looked down at you. Was she crying? It was becoming hard to tell, everything was blurring and fading fast.
She started talking again, but you still couldn’t hear her. You wondered if you’d even been able to speak intelligibly then, and considered trying to repeat yourself before your eyes finally stopped fighting to stay open.
You opened your eyes, the darkness behind your eyelids suddenly being overtaken by the white walls, the white bedsheets, and the white floor. You pulled the covers on the bed tighter to you, turning your head ever so slightly.
Then, you saw her. She hadn‘t noticed you were awake yet. She stared at the wall, hand on her chin, tapping her fingers gently against it.
“Nat?”
She snapped her head around in a second, and you saw how truly worried and terrified she looked. There was no hesitation before she started speaking, hands falling from her face and gripping the bed on either side of you.
”Are you alright? What were you thinking? Why… just why? Why did you do that?”
A new question left her mouth a second. She looked frantic, and her questions seemed to become more and more accusatory as she went on.
She was mad at you, oh god, she was mad at you. Of course she was. You’d been so reckless, so stupid, trying to sacrifice yourself, acting all heroic, of course she was mad. You turned away from her, letting your head fall.
“Sorry, Nat… didn’t know what else to do, wasn’t much time, didn’t mean to be so reckless.”
Then, you felt her arms reach around you, holding you close. You gasped ever so slightly, immediately leaning into her touch. You wanted to turn to her and kiss her, hold her tight and this time you wouldn’t let her go. You wanted to feel all the magic you felt when you were together. But that magic wasn’t real, you knew that now. It wasn’t worth it if you didn’t feel the same. You could never have that. She didn’t love you.
”But… why? I just want to know, Y/N. Instead of trying to think of something, you immediately went to try and sacrifice yourself in case there wasn’t enough time to do anything else. Why?” You felt her breath on your ear as she mumbled into it, still holding you close.
You lifted your head and looked her in the eyes, before turning back around and letting it drop again.
“Cause I still love you.” Your words were just a mumble, wanting to say it but not wanting her to hear it. But you needed her to hear it, you needed her to know. You needed to know. Was what she said really true?
“What was that?”
For a moment you were worried she’d heard you, but her tone sounded more concerned than anything. She knew you’d said something, but didn’t know what.
It was too much. Holding it in. Far too much. You snapped upright, so fast that she moved back slightly from the position she was holding you in. You looked her straight in the eyes and practically shouted it.
“‘Cause I still fucking love you, Nat!”
You broke. Tears began to fall from your eyes, every single emotion you hadn’t felt when you were in pain rushing through you at once now that the words had finally been said. You’d thought them a million times, but now you were finally admitting to yourself that despite it all you’d never been able to get over her, and it would be a surprise if you ever did. You knew from just the first day spent together she was the one for you, and you weren’t ready to ever live in a world where she didn’t feel the same. But here you were, you supposed.
She just looked back at you, pulling away from how she held you, the same sad look in her eyes she had when she broke up with you. Her mouth hanging very slightly open, head turned to the side. Pity. She was looking at you with pity. And sadness. She just looked... so sad.
“Y/N...”
God, you shouldn’t have said that. She was stressed, and busy, and now you’d put another weight on her shoulders. You were so damn selfish. The way you felt about her didn’t matter if she didn’t feel the same. It was stupid to dream about the world where this stupid confession actually ended in something good for you.
That’s why the next words she said took your breath away.
“I love you too.”
“I-I don’t understand. You said we weren’t right for each other.”
“I... I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think I was right for you. Thought you’d rather be with someone who had a slightly better past, y’know?” She fiddled with her hands in her lap, but then looked back up to meet your eye. The tears that were beginning to fall were streaming down your face now.
“I’m sorry. I thought it was the best for both of us, love.” Was that really what she thought? How could she not see just how lucky you felt to have her?
“It’s okay, Natty.” You reached out, placing your hand on hers and they immediately stilled. “Y’think... maybe... maybe we could try this again?”
Immediately, her arms were back around you, holding your waist tight, her chin on your head, holding you closer than she’d ever held you before. Holding you as if you’d disappear if she let go.
Slowly, her hands still around you, she pulled away and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Of course. I love you, Y/N.”
You pulled her close once more.
“I love you too, Natty.”
And as you kissed her again, all you felt was magic. And suddenly, you weren’t so empty anymore.
time to bring out your creativity in heartbreak and teenage angst as i did an olivia rodrigo SOUR writing challenge! don't be afraid to feel things and write tear-jerking stories! remember, you are loved and valid <3
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RULES:
send me an ask with the prompt you want to use and who you will write for (make sure NOT to send it anonymously; otherwise, the request will be deleted).
must be following me
reblog this post (for signal boost)
deadline is july 3 (my birthday!!)
a maximum of 2 people per prompts
the maximum prompts each person can have is 2!
use a read more if the fic is over 500 words
no smut for characters under 18!!! (unless you age them up - make sure to specify so)
no incest, pedophilia, non-consenting, etc.
you can write for who you want (tom holland, mcu, pjo, grishaverse, etc.)
make sure to put warnings in your work
all works will be compiled in one masterlist
tag me in your work and use the hashtag #cloysSOURwc
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royal au — ½ @calumsnatchedmyheart
fratboy/sorority au
enemies to lovers au - ½ @marichat-verse
roommates au
celebrity au
fake dating au
single parents au
fwb au
high school au
friends to lovers au
coffeeshop au
musician au
mob au
soulmates au
gods au
dialogue/lyric prompts:
“I wish people liked me more.”
“I kept quiet so I could keep you.” - ½ @repulsolife
“I know we weren’t perfect.”
“How could I ever love someone else?”— ½ @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend
“I kind of find it all exciting.”
“Will you walk me to the door?”
“I guess you’re getting everything you want.”
“It’s like we never even happened.”
“I knew from the start this is exactly how you’d leave.” - ½ @onewithnomightypowers
“I don’t want your sympathy.”
“I can’t let you go.”
“She probably gives you butterflies.”
“I’m happy for them.”
“I let you treat me like that.”
“I defended you to all my friends.”
“Somehow we fell out of touch.”
“I hope that you’re okay.”
"God, I wish you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you." - ½ @repulsolife
"I hate you." - ½ @marichat-verse
"I got my drivers license last week."
"Let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same."
"Remember when you said you wanted to give me the world?" — ½ @calumsnatchedmyheart
"I wish you all the best, really."
"I wish I didn't care." - ½ @kiarrahatesboys
"Nothing's ever enough for you."
"You know that I'd do it all again."
"I miss you."
"Nothing's forever."
"'Cause I love you."
"Oh God, I sound crazy."
"'Cause I still fucking love you." — ½ @wvnda-maximoff
"I wish I could do that."
"They'll never know you the way that I do."
"Do you love me, want me, or hate me? 'Cause I don't understand."
--- some prompts were taken from @ben-bcrnes (thanks lovely!)
songs:
brutal
traitor
drivers license
1 step forward, 3 steps back
deja vu
good 4 u
enough for you
happier
jealousy, jealousy
favorite crime
hope ur okay
tagging ppl i love here and hope that they could boost this: @fangirl-going-pharmgirl @marichat-verse @quteez @chasingpj @gaylivia @tomhollandd @bxnnywatts @onewithnomightypowers @bubblytriceratops28
i know for sure that i'll be able to finish my fic before the deadline of ur challenge but i keep thinking "july 3rd deadline" and me who has like ten wips is like "I HAVE TO FINISH SOMETHING????"
again it will be done and i am excited to finish it but also Perfectionist Panic
aaa hi sweets!
don't worry about the deadline! i used to have the same crisis as you - having too many ideas and thinking I have to get it done for the deadline haha but seriously, don't sweat the deadline! most writing challenges host are not that strict about it, just let them know if you're posting late <3
Hi, I wanna participate in your writing challenge, it would be Tom Holland Royal Au with the prompt "Remember when you said you wanted to give me the world?" Also I absolutely love this idea so thanks so much!
hi, love!
thank you for joining my writing challenge! i'm very excited for what you can create with those prompts <3
HEY! idk if the sour writing challenge is still on, but if it is, could i use the prompt “How could I ever love someone else?” for an angsty reyna fic?
hi, sweets!
the writing challenge is still on, and ofc you can use that prompt!
ty for joining my writing challenge & i'm really excited for the fic you'll come up with!
