#zendaya coleman fanfiction

[infernalodie]

We need more angsty zendaya imagines… rue, mj, doesn’t matter. You write it so damn well

𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐚

"𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘐𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

Inspo: Joji - Die For You

Pairing: Zendaya x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You were happy she found happiness with someone, even though it killed you inside...

Warnings: Angst and a bittersweet ending

Words: 1711

The heavy aroma of fragrances and wine stung your nose. You missed the fresh green tea scent that your apartment held from your addiction to the warm beverage. Everything was loud, and hot-and your two-piece was not helping you. No matter how much you shifted or tugged the collar of your dress shirt, it didn’t change how uncomfortable you felt being here, the VMAs.

You were sat at a table filled with faces you didn’t care to acknowledge with glasses of toxins that would likely shape the rest of your miserable night to something worse. Candles placed in the center of each table created an ocean of small flames with even more faces you would forget by your fifth glass. None of them knew you or care about you. So, why the hell should you care to show them a sliver of decency either?

But although you felt uncomfortable being here, the only thing that made it somewhat worth it was the view from a few tables ahead of you. Past Timothee Chalamet and Billie Eilish, Zendaya sat with her back to you. A beautiful dress hugging her slim figure that was beginning to fade from your memory. A lot of her was slowly being forgotten from your mind, but you hoped to have some sort of refresher tonight. She was the entire reason you were still here.

How long had it been? 4 months? Something like that. Nevertheless, 4 months had passed since she walked out of your life. Bags in hand and tears in her eyes as she bid her final farewell to you. And you? God, you were… are a mess- still. Nothing had been the same since Zendaya decided to call it quits with you after 2 years of dating. You weren’t sure as to what her reasoning was, but you never wanted to pry from her. Her reasoning was hers and for her to know. Although it created an ever-increasing ache in your heart, you wanted to make her decision easy to be made. She was hurting, at the same time, but you didn’t want to add any more baggage.

Since then, you had attended many events that she did. You two had exchanged enough glances that some part of your heart was fulfilled. And when she and Tom started dating, you had cried your eyes out, especially when seeing them at the Met Gala together. Having to walk those stairs with tears in your eyes and ignoring the paparazzi.

It hurt so fucking much. People knew and thought you should’ve gotten over it, but it was easier said than done. You hurt, but you were also happy for her. She deserved the best person in the world, and it just turns out you weren’t that person. Fate had created a new path that would divert your guys’ stories and you would have to find some way to keep going on without her.

Pft, easier said than done…

Tilting your head slightly, you watched as an arm out of your view curled around the back of her chair. You didn’t need a book to know who it was, but you pursed your lips nonetheless. Sniffling as you looked at your red wine for a moment. A sense of contemplation filled your head before you hastily grabbed the glass and downed it. Unbothered by the glances of the people at your table, watching you pour yourself another glass.

Standing to your feet, your chair scraped across the ground, alerting a handful of people. But your feet carried you through the array of tables, weaving in and out on the paths towards the hall. All while sipping from your wine, hoping the effects would kick in sooner than later.

But you found yourself standing in one of the many halls outside the auditorium. The warm marigold walls almost glowed from the chandeliers that were hung from the ceiling. Small jewels hanging from the branches of said Chandeliers and sparkling. Yet, the warmth of the hall wasn’t the best part; the silence was. It allowed you to lean against the wall and let out an exasperated sigh.

You shouldn’t have been so attached to Zendaya as you were. The time apart should’ve been enough for you to accept the situation. But the thing was, you did. You accepted it, yet, the wound still felt fresh. Stinging every time you saw a beautiful picture of her online or saw pictures of her and Tom together. Her smile, her voice, her laugh. It left a sour feeling in your heart that you couldn’t shake.

Knees folding from beneath you, you slowly slid down the wall until you landed square on your butt. Shifting your arms to rest against your knees, staring intently at the contents inside your glass. “Y/n, are you okay?” That voice made your shoulders stiffen with your eyes shooting wide as saucers. Turning your head from where you came from, to find Zendaya wearing a concerned expression. Her eyes flickered all over you to see if you were injured or something. But you stared at her, eyes taking in her dress that stole the air from your chest.

She’s never going to stop being beautiful, huh?

Shaking free from your shock, you forced a smile. Averting your gaze back to your glass and sighing. “This whole thing isn’t my type of crowd,” you stated, eyes taking a chance to glance at her. And when you found her eyes soften, your heart warmed slightly. “Manager forced me to attend, so, I decided to come out here and catch my breath.”

Although that was true, you just couldn’t handle seeing Zendaya with Tom. Well, at least as much as you were being forced to see. But you couldn’t find the right reasons to blame either Tom or Zendaya for you feeling like this. They were living their lives, happily. And you were still stuck and fumbling over past events.

“I was wondering why you decided to come,” Zendaya said with a smile. Walking over and stealing the open spot beside you on the floor. The immediate heat you felt rushed through your body causing you to shift away slightly. Not enough to alarm her, but enough for her to take notice. The thing about Zendaya was she still had this hold over your heart and mind. It was concerning as to how many nights you had stayed up in your house, pacing the living room with a bottle of vodka in hand. Hair astray as you screamed in agony from what your heart was feeling. And as much as you fought to free yourself, the anxiety of the change caused you to only hold on tighter. Everything you were doing was just going against what you deserved; a chance to be happy and find out what was next for you.

Sniffling, you glanced at the girl beside you. “Congratulations for Euphoria and No Way Home. You killed the roles,” you praised softly, pulling the glass to your lips, and sipping from it. Zendaya couldn’t help the teasing grin to take its place as she softly nudged her shoulder against yours.

“Keeping up with my movements, Y/n?” You couldn’t contain the muffled laugh as you placed the back of your hand over your lips, trying to hold in the wine. Zendaya laughed hysterically, placing a hand on your shoulder so she didn’t fall over. Her nose crinkled as her face was scrunched up in pure euphoria. This was one of the things you missed from Zendaya. These simple moments of happiness seemed to carry more weight than one would think. You missed hearing her stupid jokes and missed her laugh.

Swallowing the contents, you sighed, a soft chuckle falling from your lips as you shook your head in amusement. But the moment was cut short when another set of footsteps alerted you two. Looking up at Tom with a look of concern. But when his gaze found Zendaya, he let out a sigh of relief. You glanced between them awkwardly before giving Zendaya a small smile. “It was nice talking to, Z.” The old nickname made the woman smile as you walked past her and Tom, making your way toward the front doors. Paparazzi were already there, flicking photos of you with their flashes blinding you.

You couldn’t get much farther before a hand grasped your wrist, yanking you back inside. An exclaim fell from your lips as you stumbled back. When you least expected it, Tom was the one to catch your hand. Offering an uneasy smile as he helped you stand. His hands were soft, warm, and somewhat comforting.

Is that how Zendaya felt every night with him? Warm and comforted?

“I’m sorry, I just needed to talk to you,” Tom explained, dusting your jacket off any dirt that could’ve been caught. You hummed, slightly amused by the man’s kind attitude. “I, um, I know that you and Zendaya dated in the past. And I just want you to know - and not for this sound douchey or whatever - I promise I’ll take care of her.”

His words made your brows raise in surprise. Your ex’s boyfriend was promising you something he didn’t need. Not even mentioning the fact that he made an effort to tell you this. All of it was surprising, but it still hurt like a bitch to acknowledge. Some small part of you wanted to put Tom’s head through a door for taking Zendaya, but you knew his intentions hadn’t been malicious.

Running a hand over your face, you sighed and looked at the man. He had a determined look in his eyes as he held your gaze. It made you smile and grab his arm softly and give it a squeeze. “I know you will,” you told him, hearing him inhale sharply, but you continued. “Keep doing what I couldn’t; making her feel like the best woman on this planet.”

Giving one last cheerful smile to the man, you patted his shoulder and walked away. Stepping out to your vehicle with people asking what had happened between you and Tom. But you slipped inside your SUV and sighed shakily. Leaning back in your seat and rubbing your eyes.

Do what I couldn’t, Tom.

[laurenluvss]

not to be that type of person but i already called dibs on him ages ago so... 😒 xx

[raekensluver]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼 — ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ/ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ

october 31st | tashi duncan x art donaldson x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, threesome, corruption/innocence kink, use of pet names (baby, good girl), vaginal sex, fingering, praise kink, porn without plot.

a/n: so...here's an entire fic instead of a drabble to finish off my first kintober. thank you everyone for the support and love you have given me for this event! i hope you all enjoyed! happy halloween!

word count: 2.2k

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"you're so pretty," tashi cooed as she reached behind you and unzipped the back of your dress, her words sending shivers down your spine. "so perfect." as the fabric fell away, she kissed your bare collarbone, her mouth leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to burn through to your soul. you felt your inhibitions slipping away like the garment pooling around your ankles, revealing the lacy lingerie she had gifted you.

"you're doing so well for us baby," art murmured from behind you in your ear. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at his words, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. you had never been the center of attention in such a way before, but their combined desire made you feel good. art's hand softly trailed up and down the front of your thigh, his thumb caressing the delicate lace of your panties, and you gasped as tashi's fingers traced the line of your bra.

in front of you, tashi's eyes were like twin pools of desire, her pupils dilated and dark. she and art had been planning this moment since the second they met you. the two of them felt drawn to your quiet, shy demeanor and they were even more intrigued when you let it slip that you had only slept with one other person and how it was a horrible experience. they couldn't believe how someone could be so selfish when it came to you. all she and art did was spoil you with expensive gifts and occasionally matching lingerie sets which tashi somehow convinced you that close friends gift each other such things all the time. tonight was the night they was going to prove how close of friends they were to you.

tashi leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin, and kissed you. it was unlike any kiss you had ever felt, full of passion and promise. her tongue slid against yours, exploring, and you responded instinctively, eager to learn the dance. your hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.

art watched the two of you, his eyes dark with arousal. he murmured something in your ear that you couldn't quite make out, but it didn't matter. his hand slid up your inner thigh, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of your panties, and you knew exactly what he wanted. your heart raced as he gently tugged the material aside, revealing your soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. his middle and ring fingers circled your clit, light and teasing, and you moaned into tashi's mouth, your body leaning back into his touch.

tashi broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming. she leaned down and kissed along your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as art's fingers continued to work their magic. "you're so wet for us," art whispered, his voice husky with desire. tashi's hands cupped your clothed tits, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive buds. "so beautiful," she murmured, her gaze lingering on your body as she took a step back.

you felt vulnerable, and exposed, but the way art and tashi looked at you made you feel anything but. their eyes roved over your body, full of appreciation and hunger. tashi reached out and took your hand, her grip firm but gentle. "are you going to be good for us?" she asked, her tone both a question and a command. you nodded, your voice a breathless whisper.

art stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you as he slid his hand around your waist. "let's go to the bed," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. you let him lead you to the large, inviting bed that was the centerpiece of the room. the sheets were a soft white, and the pillows looked like they had been fluffed just for the occasion. your heart raced as he guided you onto the edge of the mattress, his hand never leaving your waist.

tashi sat next to you, her dress slipping off her shoulders to reveal her own lingerie set. she was just as beautiful as you had imagined, her skin a warm caramel against the fabric. "are you going to let art fuck you?" she asked, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down your spine. her question was direct, but it didn't feel harsh or demanding. it was a gentle push, a nudge into the unknown that you had been craving without even realizing it.

you looked up at art, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that made your stomach flip. you bit your bottom lip, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. "y-yes," you whispered, your voice shaky but determined. the word was barely out of your mouth when he stepped closer, his hand sliding into your hair to tip your head back. his mouth crashed down on yours, his kiss urgent and demanding. your hands flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, letting him take the lead.

his tongue explored your mouth, tasting you as if he was memorizing every inch of you. you moaned, your innocence giving way to the thrill of the moment. tashi's hand slid up your leg, her nails lightly scratching your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

art broke the kiss, his eyes full of adoration. "you're doing so good, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust. "so fucking good." he kissed you again, deeper, harder, as if to emphasize his words. you felt yourself getting wetter, your body begging for more. art's praise was like a drug, making you want to give him everything, to be the good girl they both desired.

tashi took your hand and led you to the center of the bed, the plush white comforter looked like a cloud, inviting and welcoming. you sat down, your legs shaking slightly as you felt the coolness of the sheets against your skin. art leaned over you, his body hovering, and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth with an urgency that made your toes curl. you could taste the excitement on his lips, and it sent a thrill through you.

you tugged at his shirt, whining softly as you felt the need growing inside you, the need for more contact, more of him. art chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest that sent vibrations through you. "patience, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. but he didn't make you wait long. with one swift movement, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest. your eyes widened at the sight of his muscles and broad shoulders.

his pants followed next, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. the sight of it made your heart race even faster, but instead of fear, you felt a strange mix of excitement and curiosity. tashi noticed your gaze and took over, sliding his boxers down his legs to free his cock. it was large and thick, and you felt your thighs quiver in anticipation. "aren't you going to touch it?" she asked, her voice a tease.

art guided your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it. it was warm and hard, and the sensation was both foreign and thrilling. your hand moved tentatively at first, but as you felt his approval in the way his hips bucked slightly, you grew bolder. you began to stroke him, the smooth skin moving over the solid length. his breathing grew heavier, and his eyes never left yours, as if watching you was just as much a part of his pleasure as the physical sensation.

tashi took advantage of the moment. she reached behind you and unclasped your bra, the fabric falling away to expose your breasts to the cool air. her eyes took in the sight of you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned in to kiss you again. this kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if she was savoring every moment. her thumbs brushed against your nipples, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core.

art's hand slid down to your panties, and he slipped them down your legs with a gentle tug. you were now bare and exposed to the open air, and you felt a strange mix of vulnerability and power as art gazed at you. you watched as tashi leaned over to kiss him, her tongue slipping into his mouth as your hand continued to stroke him. her hand joined yours, and together you both worked his shaft, feeling the veins pulse and thicken under your combined touch.

tashi broke away from art and turned her attention back to you. her eyes were full of fire as she leaned down and whispered, "now let him fuck you, baby." the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted it. art positioned himself between your legs, you felt his tip graze against you, and you gasped, your body instinctively arching up to meet him.

art's hand found your chin, tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need. you nodded again, your eyes never leaving his, and he pushed in, slow and steady. your body stretched around him, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt. you moaned, a sound that was half pleasure and half shock, as he filled you completely. art moaned pathetically above you, his eyes screwed shut tightly, as if the feeling was too much to handle.

tashi watched from the side, her own arousal palpable in the air. "see, baby?" she murmured, her voice sweet and soothing. "art feels so good, doesn't he?" she reached out and stroked your cheek, her touch a stark contrast to the intense pressure building inside you. you nodded, unable to speak, as art began to move. his thrusts were slow and gentle at first, but as he felt your body adjust to him, he picked up the pace.

the moans grew louder from both of you, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. your nails dug into the bed as he filled you completely, the sensation of being claimed by him both terrifying and exhilarating. tashi leaned in and whispered into your ear, "you're doing so good, honey." her words only spurred you on, making you want to give them everything they desired.

art's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb circling it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. the pressure grew, your body tightening around him. tashi watched with rapt attention, her own hand sliding down to her cunt, her fingers teasing her clit in the same pattern. "you're so close, baby," art murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "cum for us. let us hear you."

his words were the final push you needed. with a keening cry, you felt yourself come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. your muscles clamped down around him, your body shaking with the force of your release. tashi's eyes never left yours, her own hand moving faster as she watched your face contort in pleasure. "that's it," she encouraged, her voice a gentle coo that only added to the intensity of the moment.

as the waves of pleasure began to recede, you felt art's own climax approaching. his hips stuttered against you, his grip on your body tightening as he held back, waiting for your signal. "please," you whispered, the word barely audible. "cum inside me." the request seemed to break the last of his control, and he drove into you one final time, burying himself deep as he filled you with his seed. you felt the warmth spread through you, and the thought of it made your toes curl with pleasure.

tashi watched with hungry eyes, her own hand working her clit in a frenzied motion. you reached out, your hand trembling slightly with the aftershocks of your own orgasm, and took over. your fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wet and swollen cunt. she gasped as you began to rub her in earnest, the same way art had done for you moments ago. your touch was tentative at first, unsure of what she liked, but her moans of pleasure were all the guidance you needed.

art's cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsing with the aftermath of his release. his thumb had moved to your clit, idly teasing it as he watched the intimate scene unfold between you and tashi. "you're doing so good," he murmured again, his voice a gentle encouragement that sent thrills through your body. you leaned into his touch, your eyes locked on tashi's as you brought her closer to the edge.

her breathing grew ragged, her hips moving in time with your hand. "yes, baby," she panted, her voice strained with need. "just like that." you felt a strange sense of power, knowing that you could give her this pleasure, that you could be the one to send her over the edge. your movements grew more confident, more deliberate, as you felt her body tense beneath your touch.

and then she was there, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of ecstasy. her nails dug into the bed, her back arching as she screamed your name. art's eyes were on you, watching with approval as you brought his wife to climax. you felt a strange pride, knowing that you were the one who had done this to her, who had made her feel so good.

tashi's body went slack, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. art kissed you, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was both a thank you and a promise for more. "you're perfect," he murmured against your lips, "so fucking perfect."

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[spencer0o7]

pretty girls that do sports

tashi x fem!artist!reader

summary : after tashi's injury that ended her tennis career she meets y/n who changes how she views her life.

warnings : slight mention of homophobia

word count : 1.2k

notes : I’ve been wanting to write challengers fanfiction for ages now and unfortunately there aren’t lots of Tashi fics out there so I had to make one! I imagined y/n as black but they can be any race :)

btw english isn’t my first language

You first met after Tashi’s injury. After having no choice but to quit tennis professionally she started putting more time into studying.

One day when she was walking around campus to find her new tutor she got lost in a completely different building. She stumbled upon an isolated classroom, the light from it seeping out from the doorway. Her curiosity got the best of her so she stuck her head in to see what was in it.

There she saw you sitting in front of an easel sketching onto a canvas. The afternoon sun from the windows was illuminating your face. You were intensely focused on your work but looked incredibly at peace alone in the remote classroom. Something about your attention and focus on your work drew her to you.

Tashi had been so caught up in admiring you and your dedication she had missed when you finally looked up from your canvas to her.

You stared at her for a moment. Your brows slightly furrowed with confusion for why this pretty girl would be standing here in this small isolated classroom you occupy. “Looking for something?” You ask breaking the silence.

For the first time, Tashi doesn’t know what to say. Like her words got stuck in her throat. Leaving her mind absolutely blank. “I- no I’m just looking around campus,” She eventually stutters out.

She steps further into the room putting her hand on the open doorframe. The smell of paint permeated the room.

“Ah,” you exclaim. “Well, Mrs Donovan lets me use her classroom during off hours.” You turn in your chair slightly to face her better. “You’re free to join.” You add having a sense that the girl might’ve been in need of some peace and quiet.

Tashi smiled at that before introducing herself to you. Her name sounded familiar to you.

It was then it hit you that she’s the star tennis player who got injured. Her future of becoming a professional athlete disappearing with it. Maybe that’s why she was roaming around here in search of something. You grin back at her seeing her beautiful smile appear. “I’m Y/N.”

She moved into the classroom to stand next to you. “What are you making?” This was unlike herself, going after someone especially someone she doesn’t even know. But it was like she didn’t have complete control of her body, she was completely enamored by you and wanted to know more.

You turn back to the easel. “I’m not sure really, I thought of painting the view outside but it’s not really coming together.”

“Well I’m not much of an artist but I think to paint you need some color on your canvas?” Tashi teased looking at the blank canvas staring back at you.

A laugh escapes your mouth. “I don’t know I just- I just can’t seem to find it in me.” You sigh letting your arms rest limply on your thighs. You shrug while looking back at her, “I’ll probably just scrap it anyway. I need some new inspiration.”

“What kind of inspiration do you use usually then?” Tashi puts her hands on her waist with a curious look on her face. Her meeting with her tutor was long forgotten.

“Hmh,” You cock your head slightly in thought, “Views, music, nature, pretty girls that do sports, y’know…”

Tashi’s heartbeat picks up but she calmly masks her growing infatuation with a grin. “Oh really?”

You’ve never really been shy about your romantic feelings for girls. If there’s someone you like you’ll try testing the waters to see how they feel. But you can’t really say that’s always worked out well for you. Tashi though, she’s different.

It’s like the moment you saw her standing at the door of the classroom you knew she was special.

I mean you’d seen her before around Stanford. In fact, it was hard not to, with her whole fan club (and people way too obviously trying to get into her pants) surrounding her at almost any time.

But here, with you, it wasn’t like that. It’s almost as if without tennis looming over her at any time you could finally see her as herself. You wonder if she thought about her former tennis career in the same way.

Your tongue brushes over your bottom lip. “Sure,” You bashfully admit. Tashi chuckles at that. “Well.. if that description includes me I’d love to help you find your inspiration.” She suggests in a playful tone of voice.

You smirk at her, already knowing you’re about to create something beautiful.

Tashi’s been up for a few minutes now. Her stomach rumbles which makes her realize how hungry she is. She turns over in the bed to look at your sleeping body. “Y/N,” she whispers. You stir slightly in your sleep. “Wanna go get breakfast?”

You finally open your eyes. You look at her sleepily, with a smile creeping up on your face. She loves waking up alongside you, comfortably squished together in your tiny twin bed. You move over to lie on her arm

You wine softly, “I don’t wanna move. I’m so comfy.”

“While laying on me?”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“You have a silk pillowcase.” She laughs as she toys with one of your stray hair strands. These moments before the day has started mean a lot to her.

“Really? You’re gonna make me get food on my own?” She asks in a sickly sweet voice. You stare up at her. “Can we get bagels?”

“Bagels, muffins, croissants.. whatever you want.” She lists off. “Alright, I’m up,” You instantly sit up which makes her giggle. You crawl out of the bed searching for clothes to wear in your closet. You pick up a sweater quickly slipping it on. She stares at you from the bed. “C’mon baby let’s go.”

“I haven’t even gotten ready,” Tashi groans as she gets out of bed. “You don’t need to get ready, you’re beautiful in any state.”

You look at her with a big grin. Tashi just stares at you unconvinced. “You’re cute,” She chuckles. You turn around to grab one of your hoodies and hand it to her. She changes into the hoodie as you put on your socks and shoes.

“M’gonna use the bathroom real quick,” Tashi calls out from behind you. “Kay,” you yell back. You grab your little mirror on your desk to make sure your hair looks good before leaving. You busy yourself with it for a few minutes.

“You look great, you always do,” You suddenly hear from Tashi behind you. Tashi puts her hands on your shoulder “Did you know you’re exactly my type.”

She pulls the mirror from your hand, throwing it on your unmade bed. She puts her lips on your neck softly kissing you. “What’s your type then?” You ask with a grin.

“Oh y’know, pretty girls that paint,” Tashi answers, her voice vibrating onto your skin.

Seeing Tashi so distracted, you giggled, “I thought you were hungry?”

“Oh yeah,” She wraps her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. “But this is good too.”

“It’ll be even better eating a stack of pancakes,” You spin around to see her. You take your hands in hers. Tashi grins at you. Seeing her smile makes you so happy you kiss her cheek.

You let go for a moment so Tashi can slip her shoes on and you grab your keys. She walks up to you and slips her hand back in yours.

You smile opening the door, letting her go out first. “I think this breakfast is gonna be great.” You step outside into the hallway. Tashi grins at you as you walk hand in hand.

[shriggy-the-rat-king]

turns this AU inside my mind like a rotisserie chicken... spiderwoman MJ my beloved

[infernalodie]

𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

"𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦"

Inspo: Kamal. - people don't change - demo

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Maybe you had held out for hope for no reason...

Warnings: Reader and Rue dated prior to Jules ever arriving, drug abuse, and a lot of angst.

Words: 1253

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

At the heart, you wanted to believe Rue was trying to get clean. Indeed, you wouldn’t be a friend if you didn’t believe it. What made it hard was sitting in this parking lot, standing by the counter to grab your guys’ food and knowing precisely what she was doing inside your car. A powdered line along your phone case with a rolled-up bill in hand. Her shame had no limits.

And you weren’t going to try and act high and mighty because you’ve done your fair share of drugs. But you didn’t let them take ahold of your life like Rue has.

But who were you to judge? It’s not like you were someone that had control in her life. You were a mere ex-boyfriend and only recently she had befriended you again after the two of you caught up from the few months of her being in rehab.

You didn’t know how to navigate around the clear issue she had been sent to deal with. And the people in her life, like Fez, weren’t exactly helping. Him giving her drugs after knowing about her going to rehab set her back at square one. The difference was he cared about her, unlike most drug dealers. So, you could respect him for that.

Once again; what could you possibly even do?

Grabbing the bag of food, you walked to the vehicle. Rue noticed your approach and slipped out with a tired smile. “I’ve been needing this.”

You smiled. “I’m glad I can be of service.” Handing her the food, you moved to the other side of the car and took your own out.

“Yeah, man. Mom’s been on my ass about these drugs and shit. I can barely be able to go out anymore without her throwing a drug test in my direction.” She took a bite of her burger, humming in satisfaction.

A groan fell from your lips that hadn’t been intentional but simply slipped out. “Here we go again.”

Hearing that made Rue frown. Her lips twitched in a confused grin with her head tilting slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Taking a bite out of your burger, you grabbed a napkin and wipe your lips. “You’re always complaining. Why does everyone keep walking out of my life? Maybe you keep pushing them away? Perhaps you’re the problem.”

Rue scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t complain, man. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that.”

“That’s all you do, Rue,” you laughed. “You don’t realize it, but when you were gone, Leslie had me driving Gia to school instead of the bus and I get to hear all about that shit.” Rue, of course, hadn’t known this considering the two of you ended things on a harsh note with her slapping you in front of the entire football team. Now, you weren’t going to take the full blame because you had yelled at her for deciding to skip out on your game to do drugs. And your anger came from your worry, but she hadn’t seen it that way and it resulted in her cutting all ties to you. “You complain and complain about your circumstances and why it won’t get easier. You say you want ��change” but you don’t want to change.”

“Pretty high and mighty coming from the asshole smoking weed in front of me,” Rue pointed out, snarky. “If I had recovered at rehab, you would be the cause of me going back to drugs. You ever think about that?”

You smiled, leaning your arms on the roof of the vehicle and saying, “I wouldn’t if I knew you were off of them but I hear everything from Fez. You completely forget that I buy my shit from him.”

She looked about ready to walk away just so this didn’t ruin her high. But you continued, keeping her shortening care to listen. “Rue, you aren’t unique, all right? If I have to be the one to tell you, then I will. But you are just like every addict in this world that is struggling just like you. They had something happen in their lives that put them down the same path as you.” Sighing, you tapped your hand on the roof of your vehicle and said, “The difference is people in your life care and have been trying everything to help you, but you won’t accept it.”

“Why do you even care?” Rue asked.

Exhaling deeply, you said, “Because for a time, I loved you and I still care about you enough to tell you when you are being a jackass. And maybe I had hope that you would get better and go back to who you were before all this shit.” She stared at you for a few moments, perhaps thinking. Whether she was or not, you glanced away before popping open the door. “But then again, I don’t mean jack shit.” And you left her with that hanging statement for most of the ride.

Life had its way of working things out and you were sure that in some way, your words would come to reality for Rue. There hadn’t been malice for years and your intentions weren’t to destroy her. But you saw the only way she could heal was to crumble and repair afterwards. There could only be so much pain and torment she could take before she had to look for a way to pivot to either keep herself safe or keep the people she cared about in her life. And you hoped she found it sooner than later because you could already see the aftermath of her decisions if she kept down this road.

Pulling up outside of her house, you placed the car in park and allowed your hands to fall by your thighs. Leaning your head back into the cushioning of the headrest, exhaling softly.

Rue shifted from time to time, clearly wanting to express her thoughts. She could get out of the car and walk away with the remnants of resentment she’d held against you for years. But she didn’t. She sat there, uncomfortable in her thoughts that she couldn’t put together well enough to make a coherent and important statement.

Sighing, you said, “I know you don’t care about what others think Rue and I can’t change your mind. I am just an ex-boyfriend that you dated for a little while. I can accept that.” Turning toward her, you shook your head. “But your mom, Gia, Fez, Maddy–everyone fucking cares. The last thing anyone wants to see is your face on the early morning news dead from an overdose. I don’t want to see that shit.”

Rue chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to herself. As she went to grab the door handle, she stopped, looking back at you and muttering, “You know, I’m sorry about us-”

“Don’t.” Rue watched as you shook your head, glancing at her. “You don’t need to go digging into the past to apologize to me when you should be focused on the road ahead. It’s embarrassing.”

Again, harsh. But needed. And for the first time since the start of the argument, Rue didn’t bite back or protest. Almost agreeing. Because it was despicable how she desperately tried to indirectly apologize. Especially for something she knew she didn’t deserve the opportunity to apologize for. “It’s in the past and you found someone new and I’m happy for you.” Unlocking her door, you sighed. “Just don’t go ruining it like we did with our relationship.”

[mauvecherie-writes]

Roses Can Be Pink.

pairing: Rue Bennett x Black FOC!Monique.

Euphoria AU.

summary: parties can be fun with the right person.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, wlw, euphoria AU, rue is over 21, rue is in recovery, instant connections, fingering, oral sex, mention of toys.

notes: this is the first time I’ve written queer content in a long, long time so when I say I’m RUSTY, I mean it! This one is dedicated to my best girl @melodicheauxxo I love you and I hope you love it!

word count: 1.8K

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“Aren’t you glad you came to the party? You’re having fun aren’t you.” Your friend, Sammie

gloats as she hands you a glass of wine spritz. You roll your eyes trying to refuse a smile from spreading across your face. You gently shrug your shoulders before bringing your glass close to your mouth.

“It’s aight, don’t get too big headed. I could leave any time to go enjoy Bob’s Burgers.” You say before taking a sip of your drink, the cool liquid soothing your throat. She rolls her eyes before linking her arm with yours and pulling you the rest of the people away from the kitchen.

It was more of a kickback than an outright party with some old college buddies. It’s been over a year since graduating from film school and you have been working in the industry since, doing what you love and you met most of the people here through college except for your best friend - who was currently dragging you to meet some new people.

Entering the room, there’s a few people already inside with an anime you’re unfamiliar with playing on the tv as they huddled close as they played UNO.

“Hey guys!” Sammie breaks their concentration and brings it to you guys as you stand underneath the door frame. There’s one person who immediately draws your attention though. Their honey brown curls unruly but they fall perfectly around her face and rest on her shoulders. Her eyes trail down your body as she leans back into the couch. They come back to your face and a smile is hidden behind her cup as you bashfully break eye contact and squirm beside Sammie.

“This is my best friend Monique! She finally left her house and grace us with her presence.”

“I’m not that bad.” You nudge her shoulder. “I’ve been busy.” You defend yourself with a smile and a roll of your eyes - a habit you happen to always do around her. You love Sammie and it’s not like you were avoiding her on purpose but her parties (parties in general) always overwhelm you so typically just stay away from them.

“Whatever!” She replies before she smiles, taking your hand and sitting you close to the woman you had been eyeing up. The warmth of your blush still tainting your cheeks. You’re a little tense but you take in her soft yet musky scent as you try to lean back into the couch.

“Please keep my friend entertained and comfortable. I’ll be back for her later.” Sammie winked at you before leaving you with the small group. You’re not a shy person so the introductions are swift and quick but the lady sitting beside you is causing your nervousness to spike which isn’t normal.

What’s worse, you think she can notice the affect she’s having on you.

“I’m Rue.” Her voice is soft and melodious. It’s kind of low in pitch but it suits her perfectly. You scold yourself for thinking too much about how her voice sounds but you can’t help it but the instant attraction is wrecking you.

“Nice to meet you.” You shake her hand that was in front of her. Like her voice, her skin is so soft, her fingers are long and slender but her nails are neatly trimmed, painted black. Absentmindedly you lick your lips thinking about her fingers and god you’re such a creep, you’ve just met her and your mind is already going there.

Fortunately the rest of the night, things go really well. The conversation flows so naturally between the two of you that you couldn’t believe you’ve only met today. She’s a friend of Maddy’s who works with Sammie and have been since childhood really and in not so many words, she had let you know that she wasn’t much of a drinker anymore due to previous substance issues from her past. She had been sipping on cranberry and blackberry juice all night as to not draw attention to herself. People were nosy and if they saw her drinking from a red solo cup, she knew no one was going to ask questions.

At some point of the night, you decide to give Rue a tour of your friend’s house finally reaching the guest room that’s your designated room wherever you slept over.

“So what made you choose film?” Rue asks you as you guys had settled on the floor, rolling a ball to each other as the muffled music from the party filtered into your room.

“I love the arts you know? I live for them. They’ve changed and influenced my life and I just felt like I want to be a part of that you know? Like being a part of something that influence change and be positive in someone’s life is a great deal.” As you speak so passionately you could feel her eyes on you which doesn’t stop the feelings she’s enticing within you. It was so strange to get such a visceral reaction to Rue and for the most part, the last few hours have been heavenly.

“Why are you staring at me.” You whisper. You chew on your bottom lip as you let your body fall to one side.

“I like watching you talk.” Rue answers candidly. “You become really animated and there’s this glow to you that makes you more attractive than I already think you are.”

You hold onto your cheeks as your shoulders pull up bashfully.

“Don’t get shy on me.” Rue licks her lips as she pulls your hands away from your face. You still turn your head away from her but with her fingers, she directs your gaze back onto hers. Rue’s eyes are sparkling in the dark as you bear into each other’s souls. The connection that you’re feeling towards her could not be denied.

“Do you feel that?” She asks as she intertwines your fingers with hers, pulling you closer to her body. You shift your bodies so that your legs are overlapping each other and the warmth of your core is radiating onto her thigh.

“Yeah.” You whisper. “I thought I was going a little crazy but I feel so … good around you, it’s insane.” Rue chuckles at your response as she cups your chubby cheeks and rubs your skin with the pad of her thumbs.

“Can I kiss you Monique? I really, really want to kiss you.”

“Yes. Please.” You breathe out before you can utter something else, her lips are on yours. Your stomach erupts in a fever of flatters, nervousness swimming in your veins as your eyes close as your softly kiss her back. However, as the kiss deepens, the lesser you were nervous and enjoyed the kiss. Slow and passionate, in no rush whatsoever and it makes you feel desired. Your hands trail down from the back of her neck to her waist and you pull on her tighter, wanting to feel more of her.

Her tongue swirls around yours which sends a shiver down your spine and your cunt clenches around nothing as your arousal sparks your body into a frenzy of need, a need Rue easily picks up on.

“Lay down.” She whispers to you and you follow the instruction without hesitation. Rue brings your legs to your waist, caressing your thighs as she hovers above you.

“Can I go on?” She asks and you inaudibly nod your head. You’re quiet as she strips your trousers and panties away from your body. “Fuck. I knew your pussy would be so beautiful.” She rasps as her hands travel back up your thighs and her thumbs part your heated core. A shiver runs down your spine as your cunt aches, you wanted more, you anticipate the next move. Rue slides the straps of your cami top down until your breasts are exposed.

Her long fingers tease and pinch your nipples which causes you to squirm. Begging for attention, Rue leans forward and wraps her lips around your areola and shoves two fingers into your cunt. Your gasp at the intrusion is loud but you welcome her finger nonetheless.

“You’re so tight.” Rue mumbles against your chest as you whimper and roll your hips. Her fingers move a bit faster, the sound of your wetness beginning to echo within the confines of your room. Your self control was slowly beginning to slip as Rue fucks you nice and hard with her fingers to the point of orgasm.

“What!-.” You exclaim as Rue suddenly withdraw her fingers from your pussy.

“I need to taste you.” She whispers before she brings her drenched fingers to her mouth. Rue sucks on her digits feverishly which turns you even more. She drops her fingers away from her mouth before she quickly shifts so that her face is hovering closer to your pussy. You try and look down at Rue but with her fingers tracing the opening of your pussy, your head falls back and your eyes close shut.

“Rue, I need you. Please.” You beg.

“Don’t worry baby, I got you.” With that, she wraps her lips around your clit which causes a loud moan to ring out from you. Her tongue is warm as she laps at your cunt.

It had been a while for you but the way Rue was making you feel, wreaked your brain but you didn’t focus on it too much as you ride her face with abandon. She’s eating you so good and you were losing your breath trying to keep up with her pace. Rue rolls her tongue around your clit over and over again before pushing her fingers back into your pussy and stroking your g-spot with hoe she curled her digits.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” Your hips are rolling to the pace of her fingers thrusting in and out of you. You fear suffocating her but your high is creeping near as you focus on your orgasm. A third finger is introduced which causes you to cry out even louder. You’re desperate now and you can’t stop yourself as you use her to reach your climax. The stretch of her fingers deepen your cunt and her tongue on your clit is sending you into overdrive.

Your release slams against you full force and your thighs threaten to close around her head but Rue keeps them from collapsing around her head by pressing one of your thighs down with her arm. She doesn’t pull away from you as she continues to lick you clean.

Your body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure as Rue finally moves away from your pussy and trails her lips back up your body. She captures your mouth and you moan softly tasting yourself on her lips. The kiss moves slow and sweet with your tongues clashing against each other as your core begs for more.

“You got any toys I can use on you in here?” Rue asks you which causes your cheeks to warm in slight embarrassment.

“Yeah.” You admit.

“Bring them out, I’m not done with you just yet.” Rue whispers. “Want to explore every part of you.”

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[spideychelleforever]

Peter and MJ: *watch as Mantis causes someone to fall in love with Drax*

Peter: *smirks at MJ* Mantis wouldn’t need to do that to you to get you to be crazy over me, would she?

MJ: *glares, then lightly flicks the back of his head*

Peter: I didn’t hear you say no! 🤗

[libraryledge]

Sand (A Dune Story Inspired By Dove Cameron's Lyrics) Pt 1

A/N: Dove Cameron's song "Sand" tells a beautiful story of a tragic romance, which has parallels to Paul and Chani's relationship in Dune. Here is a short story that I wrote inspired by this idea.

Chani's Perspective:

What’s worse? Being wanted, but not loved or loved but not wanted. I sit and contemplate this in the confinements of my chambers as I await the battle that is yet to come. You want Irulan to secure the throne that your father lost, but you don’t love her. You told me that you’d love me until you drew last breath, but you don’t want me to be your bride.

Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear or what’s honest? You may argue and claim that you truly love me, but your choice of power over love is what led us down this path. Our love’s misaligned, but you’re on my mind every night. I remember every breathless moment we spent together giving love to each other in the quiet before the storm. 

You may possess the ability to see into the future, but I saw the clues before the chaos began. The way you were falling victim to false ideologies and the pressure to bring others to paradise, at your own expense. I ignored the signs, and I don’t know why. Perhaps it was because baby, I love you and hoped that we’d be the ones to break the cycle.

Sadly, I saw the end before it began. No matter how much I hoped for it, you couldn’t love the way I can. I gave up so much for you, and in return you left me with broken promises. I tried to bargain with the stars for more than half your heart, but now, it is too late. You are clouded with darkness, placed there by the very people that you trusted.

We gave so much to each other in those serene moments before the uproar. Now, I sit alone surrounded by miles and miles of desert, which never made me feel isolated, but now, I am trapped between my love for you and the uncertainty of what is yet to come. I try to let go, but you have more pieces of me than the desert has sand. What is worse is that I have less pieces of you than I can hold in my hand.

[queen-daya]

[anxious-copper-wp]

PEOPLE PEOPLE, WHY ARENT THERE ANY MJ OR KC COOPER FICS?? SPECIFICALLY ON WATTPAD?? Like- ain’t no way y’all aren’t in love with them? Zendaya is so fcking gorgeous and I love her. And MJ is literally just…GAHHHH- I’d literally die for an MJ fic. All I can think about is a poly Peter and MJ + reader\oc 😭😭🙏🙏🙏

[genuinerio]

CHAPTER I. SAME OLD LOVE, SAME OLD BULLSHIT EXCUSE.

PAIRINGS: Rue Bennett x OC! (romantic), Fezco x OC! (platonic, siblings), Maddy Perez x OC! (platonic, best friends), Cassie Howard x OC! (platonic, best friends), Kat Hernandez x OC! (platonic, best friends)

WORDS: 2,124.

NOTES: I apologize for taking forever to write this fully, I just was thinking of how I would write this but I hope you all enjoy and happy New Year’s Eve! I had decided to change my OC’s name to Jackie and she’s now, Maddy’s sister so I hope that’s alright with everyone. Also, the text in italics is Jackie’s thoughts.

TAGLIST: @shycollectionwolfstuff

AS JACKIE STAYED LAYING IN THE EMPTY BEDROOM THAT BELONGED to her girlfriend, Rue Bennett, hoping that she wasn’t hurt while abusing drugs or worse, dead of a drug overdose. Getting up from the bed, Jackie began to pace back and forth, in constant worry. Eventually, the brown eyed brunette began to pray, she didn’t believe in god but she wanted to have hope that Rue would eventually be alive.

This is it, Jackie. You cannot do this to yourself!

The girl knew that she had to end it then and there, she was not going to keep believing that she could help Rue and that she’ll get her the help her girlfriend needs, that their relationship would be okay again. Throughout every unsuccessful fight, every ultimatum, Jackie knew that it would never work and as her best successful way to avoid fights, Jackie began to distance herself with hanging out with her best friends and sister that were Cassie, Maddy and Kat than preferring to hangout with Rue.

And unfortunately, Rue did at times notice the distance, she could tell that Jackie was pulling apart from her and she feared of losing her, losing Jackie would be Rue’s definite downfall considering how much she loved her and the strong influence she was on her.

The caring brunette was tired of this, the consistent lying, the fighting, screaming matches and having to beg for her to get better which only caused a distance of the two since Jackie wanted to no longer have to watch her girlfriend do that to herself in such a self destructive manner which led to an ultimatum that if she didn’t get her shit together, they were ultimately over.

Everyone including Rue, herself knew how much of a strong influence that Jackie was to her. Despite Jackie’s nature of being a party girl and enjoying to smoke weed at times, she never did that in front of Rue knowing that it would cause her to abuse more drugs but she never did hard drugs.

In spite of the fact that Jackie refused to see Rue for a couple weeks or days especially with her drug addiction being the only barrier standing between them and which caused her to distance herself further. It was the fact of the effects that drugs can really do to change a person, especially in personality.

Rue began to lie and become more secretive, lying to her about her whereabouts, believing her drug abuse wasn’t as big of a problem than it truly was and had no issues with not coming home until the next morning which caused Jackie to be worried sick, despite her not being religious but more spiritual, she would pray that Rue wasn’t found dead somewhere.

Jackie starting to begin to notice the time on her iPhone which was now midnight, she hated the fact that she was finally over this; with thinking and having the decision that this was it, it’s time to end their relationship. For quite awhile now, the girl refused to admit it but truthfully, could feel that their relationship was as if it was hanging on by a thread, she thought that it would be the decision and with good intentions that her deciding to finally put her foot down, a breakup was the best thing to do. Maybe in this way, Rue could finally get herself the help she needed.

With taking into consideration that the relationship was beginning to truly get toxic, the constant fighting and screaming got Jackie to pull away and become distant, avoiding Rue oftentimes to not have a argument and the fact that she felt their relationship was no longer having the love for one another like it once had but instead the two often butting heads and at odds, consistently over Rue’s substance use.

Not realising that she was playing with fingers, a habit that she held since she was a child when in times of nervousness, she hadn’t noticed that the door was finally open.

It’s finally the time, the thought of breaking up with Rue had been floating in her mind for weeks, she didn’t want to have to think of life without Rue in her life. She loved Rue, she’s so in love with her but Jackie was so over the fighting, false hopes and promises.

With tears falling down from her eyes, Jackie confronted her. “Rue, we need to talk.”

“Oh hey, gorgeous.” Rue wrapped her arms around Jackie’s waist in a loving embrace while initiating a lazy kiss, it was clear to her that she was slightly intoxicated.

The two sharing a passionate kiss which Jackie cut off a minute later had caused suspicions to Rue, “Rue, I’m serious. We have to talk.”

“Okay, then, what do we need to talk about?” A huff left Jackie’s lips as she was puzzled on where exactly to start with the conversation, the silence echoing throughout the room was very loud. “I. I don’t know where to start.”

“Just say it, babe.” Rue encouraged as she cuddled her but Jackie moved away sitting on the bed to which Rue followed, “I don’t think it’s working anymore.”

“What? What’s not working?” Rue’s voice broke at the thought of it being their relationship, “Us. Our relationship, it isn’t working.”

“What are you talking about? We’re fine.”

“We had a really explosive fight just last night. It was really bad, Rue and we can’t go on like that anymore.”

Taking Rue’s hands in her own, she confessed, “I think it’s best for us that we end this.”

Tears began to fall down Rue’s cheeks as she pleaded, “Please, don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I need you!”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll change, I promise. I’ll get help, I’ll go to more rehab sessions.”

“Rue, don’t say things that aren’t going to be true. You say this and then, you don’t mean it.” Jackie commented as she added, “Then, we’re back where we once started with constant fighting. And I don’t want that for us.”

“This time. I mean it though, I’ll get help.” Rue began but Jackie cut her off before she could go on, “I don’t want you to change for me, Rue. I want you to change for yourself.”

“At least think about it for your mom, for Gia.” Jackie got up with continuing, “Gia adores you, profoundly and she shouldn’t have to see you in such a tragic way.”

“And ultimately, think about it for your future. You deserve the chance of living and growing old just like everyone else and it would be awful for you to suffer such an unfortunate fate because of this drug use.” The girl stuttered as she watched Rue continue to fall apart.

A knock on the door had interrupted their conversation as Gia wanted to let Rue know that they arrived back, “Oh hey Jackie.”

“Hi Gia.” Gia felt that she could sense the intensity regarding tension in the room since it was very heavy, “Sorry, was I interrupting anything?”

“Oh no. Actually, I was just leaving.” Grabbing her purse and iPhone, Jackie wiped the tears out from her eyes while providing a quick glance to Rue who was staring back, “Goodbye Rue.”

With saying her goodbyes, Jackie rushed out of the Bennett household in hopes of hiding her teary eyed face, the girl was someone that didn’t like to show emotions much and rather preferred bottling them up but she couldn’t hide it this time. She shared such strong and intense feelings for Rue and that was very hard.

Jackie couldn’t help the fact that she had bawled her eyes out for over ten minutes while sitting alone in her car at an unknown parking spot. She hadn’t noticed that her phone was ringing off like crazy.

Her sister, Maddy was concerned with worry if she was okay but despite numerous messages and failed unanswered calls, as much as she appreciated her sister and friends’s concern, she rather preferred to be alone for a bit.

The girl began to get lost in her head, overwhelmed with overthinking thoughts regarding if breaking up with Rue was the best decision or not. It was true that she was tired of the fighting and she knew that Rue’s false promises wouldn’t change anything nor lead them anywhere else but she still felt awful about the whole ordeal.

For weeks prior, Jackie had contemplated the idea and had been interested in opinions regarding it with ultimately, seeking for Cassie and Lexi’s mother, Suze’s as well as Maddy and her therapist’s advice.

And like her therapist told her, she could love Rue all she wanted but that doesn’t always mean that Rue would get herself the help she needed so it would be the best choice to see how things play out first.

Stay strong, Jackie. This would be good for you both; hopefully, Rue will realize that she needs to get clean and she will.

After an hour of driving around East Highland engrossed into her mind, she finally arrived at her home with noticing her father sitting on the couch enjoying his beer, her mother and Maddy talking as they noticed her tears.

They could tell that whatever happened, it was clearly deeply painful. “What’s wrong, Jackie? What happened? Did you and Rue get into a fight?”

In noticing this, their mother and Maddy asked a various amount of questions and possibilities considering they deeply cared for her but Jackie didn’t want this whole interrogation, “It’s nothing.”

Turning away, she walked towards her bedroom, “I just want to be alone right now. That’s all.” As much as both were curious what exactly happened especially Maddy because they told each other everything but she understood that whatever happened clearly hurt Jackie and that when the time was right, Jackie would confide in her but not to push it.

Jackie spent hours laying down in her bed alone heartbroken over the breakup, she feared for Rue considering that at times of their many breakups, she’d abuse more drugs to cope.

Eventually, the girl got up and sat next to her desk, pulling out fashion sketches that she had created and drawn out, a hobby she began during the summer. A soft knock was heard considering that her desk was next to her bedroom door, she knew it was Maddy.

“Hey.” The two exchanged hellos, as Maddy sat close by, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Jackie spoke, Maddy was surprised at her words, “What do you mean?”

“We broke up.” Everyone who knew Jackie and Rue knew of their tumultuous relationship and despite their many differences, they always assumed that they would go back to one another, “For real this time.” Jackie continued.

The words caused Maddy to give her sister comfort, “I’m really sorry, Jackie.”

“Well, yeah. I just feel like such a heartless bitch now.” Maddy was heartbroken at the way that Jackie referred to herself, “I mean.” Huffing as she explained in further detail, “What if she overdoses and it’s fatal? I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that.”

“Because, I know that I caused that. And it’s a definite possibility, it could happen.”

“Don’t say that, Jackie. It would not be your fault nor would anyone believe it is either.” The two embraced in a very sisterly comforting hug.

“Hey, you know what? Why don’t you come with us to the party tonight. It’ll be fun and take your mind off of things?” Maddy mentioned, Jackie was known for being a party girl but understandably, she wasn’t up for it tonight, “No thanks, I think I just want to be alone.”

Maddy left as she respected Jackie’s wish of wanting to be alone. Within hours however, word has spread across East Highland at the news that Jackie and Rue had broken up, peers were curious if this was finally it or just a break like normal times. In fact, her friends, Cassie, Kat and Lexi were leaving calls and messages asking if she was okay and that they were there for her at times of need.

Glancing through her window, the sun went down as it became dark in the night sky. The girl had been working on fashion designs for hours by this moment and as she was about to clean up, Jackie received a call. Her eyes widened when noticing the caller ID, Rue.

As much as she wanted to pick up the phone and answer the call as well as make up with her, she knew deep down that it wasn’t the right decision. However, she also knew that Rue was most likely in a deep crisis since even at times where they were fighting or “on the outs” of their relationship, Rue would call her to confide in when in need of comfort. But this time, Jackie put her ringer on and ignored the calls despite how badly it pained her.

While the days went by, Jackie tried her best to distract herself from the heartbreak and mostly succeeded in doing so but was also consistently reminded in the numerous times that Rue had tried to contact her. Despite the two’s heartbreaking breakup, Rue still saw Jackie as her emotional support even as friends. And without Jackie and the good influence she is on Rue, it was no surprise that Rue had abused more drugs as a way to cope without her.

Furthermore, when overhearing the upsetting news that Rue had overdosed over the summer, it caused Jackie to spend numerous sessions in therapy to get through on such guilt and blame that was by no means her fault.

[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

SotWK HC Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

[anythingbutmar]

Bratty little thing

Zendaya x male!reader

Summary: Zendaya is a patient woman, but after an entire day of you complaining about everything she decides that she’s done with your bratty attitude.

A/N: Sorry for the delay my beautiful anon! Hope you like it.

Warnings: very lazy writing, smut, swearing, very poor understanding of male anatomy.

“Can’t we just go home already? I don’t think I can fit another shopping bag.” You whined for the millionth time on that day.

Zendaya rolled her eyes as she scanned a long sleeved dress. “I told you you could leave them in the car.”

“But I’d have to walk so much and my feet hurt.” You pouted, dragging your feet.

“You know what? You win. We’re leaving.” She walked towards the exit, looking furious.

“Oh shit.”

The drive home was... uncomfortable, to say the least. You kept trying to start a conversation or place your hand on her thigh but she just ignored you until you got to the house, and even there she carried all the bags inside by herself.

You were almost naïve enough to think that the whole afternoon would go on in complete silence, at least you did until she pushed you against the wall with her hand around your throat.

“Aren’t you a bratty little thing? You really had the nerve to bother me all morning. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She asked as she squeezed harder, digging her long nails on the side of your neck.

“I’m- sor-ry.” You gasped for air.

“Floor. All fours. Now.” She commanded, pointing towards your room and you quickly obeyed, already growing inside your pants.

By the time she got there with a drink on her hand, you were naked and dripping in arousal.

“I don’t remember asking you to undress yourself.” She started, leaving her glass on the bedside table. “You get bonus points for that, come here.”

She was sitting on the edge of the bed and you knew exactly what it meant. You crawled towards her and placed yourself right at her feet.

“I don’t want you to count this time. In fact, I don’t want to hear your pathetic voice at all, if you dare to even whimper I won’t allow you to cum for an entire week, understood?” You nodded and started counting in your head.

One, two, three, four, fuck! Every hit came harder than the last one, if she kept going you weren’t going to be able to sit again.

“This. Is. What. You. Get. For. Complaining. All. Day.” She spoke in between every slap, finishing with one last, especially hard one. “Now you’re gonna make it up to me.” She stood up and took off her panties. “You’re gonna lick me up and you’re gonna do it good, but you can’t touch yourself until I leave this room.” She spread out her legs, as if she were inviting you to a nice meal, and you just couldn’t say no to that.

You went in like a hungry animal, exploring her with your tongue as if it was your first time tasting her. Your cock ached for touch but your hands stayed firm on her waist.

You sucked on her clit with sudden need, making her throw her head back. You moaned into her cunt at the sight of the gorgeous goddess you got to please, sending vibrations through her, making her swear in pleasure.

“I’m close baby, keep going.” You lowered your tongue and played with her entrance, going in and out of her with such energy, your jaw started hurting. You quickened the pace when you saw her putting her own hand on her clit and seconds later you were soaked with her arousal. She had squirted.

She laid back and breathed heavily, taking a sip from her drink. You watched quietly, admiring her glory.

“You’re such a good boy, Y/N.” She whispered, caressing your cheek. “I’m gonna go clean up, I expect you finished by the time I’m done.” And just like that, she left you to deal with your own erection.

[gaiath]

can u write a rue x f reader where they like to draw hearts on each other’s hands, and just write abt the different ways they show each other love or whatever 🤗

Rue's Love Languages

She can get pretty anxious at times and holding your hand can help her.

Her thumb rubs your hand as the two of you lay down together.

Rue's kisses are more gentle and shy than unnecessary roughness.

She puts her hand on the side of your face as she admires you.

Whenever one of you are at the others house, she enjoys just laying down with you.

Laughter erupts from your mouth as the two of you face each other, comfortably engulfed in each others love.

Swinging each others hands while walking around.

Laying her head on your chest as you play with her hair.

[infernalodie]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐨 || 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐚

“𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥? 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘨“

Inspo: Drake - Not You Too

Pairing: Zendaya Coleman x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Trust can go a long way...

Warnings: Cheating and overall angst

Words: 1520

Not many people were able to get an insight into your life. Well, at least the public wasn’t able to. The side that wasn’t performing to millions or on interviews was only exclusive to you and only your friends/family. Because that was your personal getaway from everything that revolved around your fame. It was your safe haven. But that wasn’t surprising when your life had been exposed to the public who wanted every little detail that went on with you.

But with fame also came the fact that people were willing to do anything for a dollar. Even before the fame, you had seen friends switch up on you. Over some petty shit as well. It hurt you and created some feelings that you felt about trust that could never be reversed. And you had your own crazy leaks of your personal life go out to the public. It was something that came with the lifestyle you chose to live. One of those leaks was your girlfriend being revealed by leaked videos inside your own mansion. It blew up everywhere and no one was hesitating to cover in and put in their two sense. Of course, you whittled the person responsible and made sure he had a small handful of money before you set him off down a path where you could care less where he went.

Something about the betrayal of that type of shit irked you to your core. Although it created long-lasting trust issues with anyone that came into your life, it hurt. It was hard to describe how brutal it was whenever someone did switch up on you. But no other feeling came towards it. Especially when it was day ones that opted to betray your trust for a quick buck. And it’s gotten to a point where you only kept people from your childhood and family over friends.

Albeit, the reaction of the fans and public was mostly positive, some part of your private life was exposed. A part that you cherished dearly. Zendaya had been there almost since you first got big and before you became a superstar. Being friends for around 3 years before any dates or romantic feelings had developed. So she got to know who you were as a person; the worst and best sides of you. And she had kept you humble and grounded ever since you two shared your first kiss together.

Your family and friends loved her. She was kind to them and caring even when she didn’t need to be. One thing that you could say about her was the fact that she was %100 real with you and everything she said. It was one of the main reasons why you let her into your life in the first place. That and the fact that she had you swooned from the first moment you laid eyes on her.

But you sat at your kitchen table with your laptop open in front of you. Your eyes continued to read over an article that you had been staring at for about 10 minutes. Rereading the title over and over again and trying to wrap your head around it.

“Zendaya spotted with co-star, Tom Holland, sharing a kiss after a filming day for the new Spider-Man No Way Home.”

When your agent sent it your way, you laughed. Genuinely laughed as he had said nothing after sending the link. But as you read it and you uncovered more, that amused nature in your bones slowly fizzled down to disappointment. Not even sadness or sorrow; just disappointment. You knew that with acting came the chance that Zendaya would have to kiss someone as it is part of the story. Nothing romantic; it was part of the job. But when you saw the pictures, seeing her in his car, it changed the original intentions.

You wouldn’t say you were an impulsive person when it came to this type of stuff. Leaks, cheating, betrayal, you were a rather calm guy. But that was simply because you liked to place the weight on your shoulders. Believing you to be the problem for the outcome that may occur.

But in this case, you felt the opposite.

“Hey, baby! I’m home!” Zendaya’s voice calling into the mansion grabbed your attention. Glancing at the upload date and seeing it had been 5 hours ago. You sighed, propping your arm on the chair and ran a hand down your face.

“Dining room!” You called back in reply, resting your hand around your jaw as you stared at the article.

From the large arch doorway, Zendaya walked through with a warm smile. The one she always greeted you with when she came home. The one that you were going to dearly miss. “How’s everything? Did you get into the studio today?” She inquired, walking around the table and to you.

She pressed a kiss to your head with her hands resting on your shoulders. But when her gaze found the sight of the laptop screen, she froze. A deer in fucking headlights. Caught red-handed with no possible way out of this situation.

You looked up at her, seeing her lips parted as she gave you a brief glance before looking back at the screen. A groan uncontrollably slipped past your lips as you pushed your chair back. “Not you too.” It was a plea of disbelief at the situation. If it’d been any other girl, then you may have been calmer about it. Sure, you would be hurt, but not as hurt as finding out that out of everyone in your life, Zendayaw was the one that stabbed you in the back.

Running a hand over your head, you turned back to Zendaya and shook your head. “You've gotta be fucking with me,” you muttered as she continued to find the right words, but still nothing came from her. You cured silently, “Fuck! Not you too!”

“Y/n-” Zendaya said, taking a moment to find the right moment. “-It just happened. I-I don’t know what happened.”

“You don’t know what happened?” You repeated incredulously. “You fucking kissed him, Z! And it wasn’t for the movie! I-I don’t even know what the fuck to say at this point, honestly.”

“You were never here or available, Y/n!” She exclaimed. “You always trap yourself in that studio and make music until ungodly hours of the night! It’s like you sold your soul to the music industry and they just want to milk you dry for every bit of energy you have in your body.”

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait. How the fuck is this my fault?” You questioned, moving to the opposite side of the table. “Making music is my lively hood. That’s all I got! Don’t blame me for something you acted out on when you could’ve talked to me.”

“You are always in the studio!” She yelled, emphasizing each word as you scoffed. “I try and text you; left on read. I try and call; goes to voice mail. You don’t make time for me.”

She had a point, sorta. Yes, you weren’t as available as you wished and that was because you were working on an album. Like you had stated to her before, music was how you survived and continued to keep yourself and your family afloat. You were the only raft that could hold as many people as you had to support. She should understand that being in the high-class position she was in.

“Oh, so we’re going to go there, huh?” You barked. “How about this then; you are always filming and whenever I create free time, you’re never here. Whenever I set up a date, you tell me you’re going to have dinner with the cast. Which only makes me realize that it was likely only with Tom.”

“You know that isn’t true,” she said softly.

“I don’t?” You inquired. “Well, the fucking article and pictures say otherwise.”

You sighed, resting your hands on your sides as you could finally notice the tears rolling down Zendaya’s cheeks. As much as it saddened you to see her this way, this was her fault. All of this was because she decided to switch up. And as much as you loved her, this wasn’t something you could sweep under the rug.

Walking around the table, you came face to face with the woman. You grabbed her arms softly and clenched your jaw. “I’ve had so many people fuck me over in my life Zendaya that I can’t count them on both of my hands,” you spat. “They only ever had half of their hearts into the vision I had for me and my friends. But I’ve trusted you with everything. My heart, my mind, my soul, and you fucking betrayed me”

She let out a choked sob as she looked up at you. But you held no remorse for her and looked her up and down in disgust as you said, “ I lost you a long time ago.” Cocking your head to the side, you then asked, “How’re you feelin’ in your soul since you sold that?”