#zendaya coleman imagine

[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.

[melancholicmelanin]

Come to find out, everybody ate!

[boiohboii]

The people's sweethearts Ch.III

(Tom Holland x f!verstappen!reader x Zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

ChII

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Will they blister and heal over like the last time or will they bleed for days on end and leave scars?

That was yn's first thought as soon as she heard the words of Christian Horner, and with how Max was looking at her, he had similar thoughts as well, which is quite saddening.

When Max first met Kelly, his first thought wasn't how bad his punishment would be, and he hated that this was what yn's thinking about as soon as she saw one of her soulmates. Her thoughts should've been on how she will spend their first date, on when she will get to meet her other soulmate, on how much her face hurts from smiling and her heart feels like it will leap out of her chest from joy.

And although both of them try not to cross paths with their father they still end up meeting him, he still comes by yn's University, which is something that always scares her, not knowing what her father's next move is, where will his hand leave a mark this time. Has she told Max of it? Not really, Max doesn't know the extent of which Jos still treats yn, all he knows is that sometimes Jos visits her at her university whenever he allows it, whenever he is there with her, ready to protect her from the harsh words and actions of Jos Verstappen. Max doesn't know that sometimes Jos visits when he isn't there, that yn goes with him to his flat. Whenever she'd try to tell Max he'd look at her with such tenderness, like she's so innocent and had never seen what she had, that she doesn't gather enough courage to tell him- thinking that maybe if he knew, he'd never perceive her the same way, he'd just get tired and angry of her self harmming ways, that he'd leave her behind because after everything he had done for her, to keep her safe and happy, she keeps going back to Jos, she keeps listening to him and hearing out his lame, repetitive excuses.

"Umm, hi."

Yn's thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, her soulmate's soft voice.

"Mr Holland, hello."

Max was the one to reply, he knew that his sister's mind is a mess.

"Oh please, just- just Tom is fine, Max," an awkward silence filled the air, making Tom more nervous by the millisecond "is it okay to call you Max?"

Max smiles at the actor, "yeah, of course, you're older than me anyway."

"Oh, yeah, right." Clearing his throat, Tom looked at yn hoping she'd be the one to offer for the two of them to be alone.

"Right, so," seeing his soulmate avoid his eyes hurt, it hurt so much that he could feel his nose burning and his eyes watering "I was wondering if I could speak with my soulmate."

Even with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart he kept looking at her, urging her in his mind to just look at him, to stop the poisonous thoughts from creeping into his mind telling him to prepare himself for a rejection, to prepare himself to cope with the feeling of a missing soul, to prepare himself to tell Zendaya of how her soulmate rejected her without even meeting her.

Now, Tom doesn't have any sisters, but he'd like to imagine that if he had one he'd treat her like how Max Verstappen is treating Yn. He'd turn to her with the softest look in his eyes and a comforting face, asking her if she's okay to be left with her soulmate (he tried not to let this hurt him too much), asking her if she wants to be alone or if she'd rather have him besides her.

"It's okay," he could barely hear her feathery voice over the bustling paddock "I want to speak with him alone."

And with just one sentence Tom felt like screaming at the top of his lungs, he felt the colors becoming more vivid around him and his heart becoming lighter; maybe it won't end as bad as he imagined.

"Hi."

Her voice was so small, she sounded so fragile, almost scared.

"Um, hi, hello" Tom breathed out, mesmerised by his final piece "I didn't ask for your name."

"Oh, right," clearing her throat yn finally met his eyes "yn. I'm yn verstappen."

"Yn," God why did her name sound so pretty coming from his lips

"it's nice, no, wonderful to meet you. I've been looking to this day my entire life."

"Well, I'm here." Yn shrugged her shoulder as she showed him the palms of her hands, looking like she paused in the middle of making that one silly jazz movement

"Yeah, yeah, you're really here."

"How would you-"

"Can I ask-"

Their voices stopped at the same time, allowing the other person to talk, but neither did which was why they were sitting in such an awkward silence.

"Please go ahead."

"Right," yn started "I am not going to lie to you, I am not sure about this."

"This?" His eyebrows creased as his lips turned downwards, trembling as his voice cracked, he sounded so broken, he looked on the verge of tears, she feared that if she uttered another word that he'd cry, but she had to, he has to hate her, he eventually will so the earlier the better for her.

"The whole soulmate thing, I can't handle this."  Her heart clenched as she said those words, her fists clenching the black fabric of her dress at her knees, holding itself back from caressing the brit's face, from gently wiping away his tears and from kissing his forehead as she utters all the apologies and all the loving words she wishes she could say.

Yn would be lying if she said that she hadn't dreamt of this day, she used to stay up all night on weekdays imagining what it would be like to meet her soulmates, what would it be like to see the other parts of her soul, to look in their eyes and to tell them that she's ready, that she's with them forever, but she can't, as long as jos verstappen is in her life she can't see herself in a good light, all she thinks of is how much of a disappointment she was to her mother, how much of a disappointment she is for her father, and how much of a disappointment she will be to max as soon as he figures out what she does behind his back.

No one would love her, why would they love a person like her? A person who never wants to go anywhere, a person who is afraid of everything and everyone, she's always afraid of her own father- how could she possibly explain that to her soulmates, she's a person who will not be loved because she is not worthy of being loved, it's quite sad and unfair but that's the unfortunate truth- the fact that no one will ever love her and no one will ever miss her is yn's unfortunate truth.

"Why?" Tom questions as he looks through his tear filled eyes "why not?"

"I-" yn failed to come up with a fake, reasonable excuse because she doesn't want that. She doesn't want to reject her soulmate, all her life she had done things because she is afraid of her father, and it's not like she could just dump that on her soulmate on their first meeting after rejecting him "Can you accept that I just can't?"

"No, no, I can not accept that!" Tom's tone got a little too lough for his liking, clearing his throat he kept his voice in check "don't ask me to accept that you don't want me, that you don't want zendaya before you even got to know us, you haven't even met zendaya yet!"

Yn's tears got the best of her, quickly forming in her eyes and then in seconds they were streaming down her face.

"I can't, I just really can't," yn started as she tried to wipe off her tears, only for her vision to be more blurry and for even more tears to end up on her cheeks "I can't, and I know that it's unfair, I want to but I can't and I can't explain it to you because it's none of your business"

"But it is," even with all of the frustration in him, Tom made sure that he sounds reassuring and calm "it is my business because my soulmate said that she wants something, she wants me; us, but she's not saying why and I have to understand. I will understand, so please, just tell me, explain it to me," Tom moved closer to yn, stopping her palms from furiously rubbing her eyes and cheeks with his hand engulfing hers, yn could feel his skin on her cheeks "I want to understand."

Looking into his eyes, yn could feel herself calm down, the tears drying and her vision clearer "what if I don't want to? At least, not until zendaya is here?"

"Of course she'll be here, she really wants to meet you.

"She knows?"

"Well," moving his thumbs into a a Z shape onto the back of her hand Tom smiled at his younger soulmate "kinda. How about she explains it when she gets here in a few weeks, after you explain, yeah? How about the next GP, would you be ok with that?"

"Yeah, I think- I think I'd like that."

Ch.IV

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[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

Dune: Part Two is a cinematic experience you will not find any other day at the theater; it is exactly the sort of blockbuster filmmaking and science fiction epic we need more of in modern entertainment. I very much recommend seeing it on the largest screen.

[be-loved-moon]

[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.

[destinyc1020]

Sorry for the long post Destiny.

I do remember what anon. was talking about in terms of Zendaya getting the Emmy nom. Cause I remember her getting the Critics Choice Nom, her wearing the iconic boob armour and braids 🤩, but the Golden Globes and SAG's ignoring the show/her. So I just assumed that the Emmy's weren't gonna look at Euphoria season 1, even with it's popularity, but when I tell you I screamed when she got that nomination in July 2020. I said, "Oh SHIT" LMAO. Then whenn it came to winning I knew she had a shot cause in my mind she was in the top 3 of the ladies nominated in that category. I thought the Emmy's #1 choice was Jennifer Aniston, just cause I heard a lot of talk for "The Morning Show" and she won the GG, #2 was Laura Linney, cause it was Ozark's last season and #3 was between Z and Sandra Oh. The other two Jodie Comer and Olivia Coleman I knew weren't gonna win, not because they weren't great, I mean it's Olivia and Jodie they are beasts, but because I heard the other 4 have more chatter that award season. But I still knew Z had a chance of winning it and she was MY 1st choice. And guess what she won. So long rant aside, sorry lol. Tom still does have a chance of being nominated. The Emmy's are funny like that. But if he doesn't that man is still young and has PLENTY of opportunities to keep making more films/T.V. shows.

Hey girl! 👋🏾

No worries for the long dissertation. Who am I to talk?? 🤣

Anyway, you spit nothing but FACTS with this post. 😁👍🏾 I remember it like it was yesterday too!! 😅

I was still rooting for Zendaya to get an Emmy even despite what other awards looked like, because I know that the Emmys are STRICTLY TV, so that's why I can't figure out why some fans have automatically just thrown in the towel when it comes to Tom and TCR?? 🥴

The awards season is NOT over yet! He still has some chances at some future nods this year.

Anyway.....

Boy I was over the moon when she got that nomination, you hear me?? 😁 And then, for us as a fandom to also start noticing that she started to like Tom's posts again on IG, to me, that was a sign that he must have reached out to her regarding her Emmy nod. 🥰

Ohhh what an exciting time that was!!! 👏🏾 😁

I honestly didn't think she was going to win. I thought Jennifer or Sandra were going to win it tbh lol 😆 I was just happy she was nominated chiiiiilllle lol! Rofl 😅

But imagine my surprise and excitement when they announced her name!!! Omg I think I jumped up to the ceiling that day! Rofl 😅 🙌🏾 👏🏾

So yea, like you said.... ANYTHING can happen.... That's why awards season is so EXCITING to me! 😁😅

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[winterironrox]

Mary Jane is a total diva badass in the comics. She’s fucking fantastic and way too good for Peter. I don’t know why Sony and Raimi decided to go with the worst version of her for the og Spider-Man movies but they did. Because I love 199999 Peter and i’m not a big Spider-Man comic fan (a few runs are really good but I feel there’s more bad than good, probably a numbers game since he is so popular) I want them to give Michelle some of Mary Jane’s storyline.

Like I want Michelle to be Pepper’s intern, intimidate the fuck out of people in her field, and commit a little murder. That’s not a go ahead to turn Michelle into Mary Jane. They are two separate people. Keep them that way. Just have Michelle experience some of what Mary experiences in the comics. If they even get a fleeting thought to copy and paste any Mary Jane or Mary Jane/Peter and apply it to Michelle I will become a nightmare.

Also I want Michelle to become Spider-Woman. That’s my dream. Marvel has Zendaya Coleman. Zen-day-a. She is so talented plus has same aerial training already and she can dance. She has the physicality down already basically. But I really think that it would work with her character and it’d be such a cool storyline. Plus it would work really well with the lesson I want Peter to learn.

Just imagine, Spider-Man and Spider-Woman cinematically. Same age and experienced so much together. They are soulmates who aren’t together right now because one was an idiot but we all know they’ll be back together soon enough. And Michelle, the weird girl turned love interest will have something that admittedly connects her more to Peter but also gives her more independence.

A girl can dream.

[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.”

[melancholicmelanin]

Me when my mom asks if I've done any work today, but I'm writing my Challengers fic:

Gif Source: @lunaoblonsky

[barbieidol]

chloe castleberry ( fc. lana condor ) : chloe was adopted into the castleberry family when she was only a baby. she grew up in a loving home with a stay-at-home mom & a superhero dad who puts on a white coat & saves lives daily. growing up, she was closest with her grandmother on her dad's side. she was the one who gifted chloe her first barbie ; her very own popstar barbie. bonded by their love of fashion, the two of them worked together to make amazing outfits for the doll. chloe took that passion outside of her home & into the world, deciding to study it & make it her career path. she is daphne's ray of sunshine, her person, her deepest bond & for a good while, her roommate. chloe is not much of a singer, nor much of an extrovert. she's warm & an unapologetic geek, punny, super duper gay & too wise for her own good. easily the person who knows best how to keep daphne grounded in reality.

jade washington ( fc. zendaya coleman ) : jade is the first friend daphne makes outside of chloe. proud canadian & self proclaimed hockey fiend, certified cool girl & board game enthusiast, jade is relatively new to the big apple when she comes across a struggling street musician barbie. she immediately encourages her to apply as a live performer to the coffee shop she'd just started working at – one way ticket café. jade is daphne's gateway to a stable job & eventually, to her success as a legitimate musician in the eyes of the world. she's loyal, protective & keeps the order in the coffee shop when anxiety runs high. you get used to managing big emotions when you've got two younger twin brothers navigating their teenage years at home. she is gwen's right hand at work & daphne's partner in crime, especially in the creation of their after hours poker group.

roland 'rolly' gray ( fc. trevor evarts ) : baker boi no. 1 ! rolly had not imagined much of a future for himself until he found his love for baking. he was always good at science, but he never realized this is what he was meant to do with it. his childhood was spent in survival mode – with an absent father & a flight risk of a mother, he learned to fend for himself for the most part & keep a smile on his face while doing it, the way he'd always been taught. it's not until his 16th birthday that an aunt he had no clue about shows up at his door & offers to take him in. his mother is grateful & finally ready to seek help. the aunt is the one that heals his heart. the one that puts him through culinary school. the one who asks him to bake the pastries while she brews the coffee when they open one way ticket cafe together. rolly is a sensitive soul, the goofiest goober, daphne's go-to for a hug & without a doubt, the heart of the workplace. he's also the first to make daphne realize she has a sweet tooth & truly her biggest hype man.

ace lockhart ( fc. will poulter ) : baker boi no. 2 ! ace mans the baking alongside rolly. for as long as he could remember, he'd always strived to be the best at everything he did. tunnel vision. a family who always put pressure on him wasn't all that helpful in that regard, either. he's an overachiever & what he lacks in social skills he makes up for in exquisite technique, steady hands & a knack for presentation. he's extremely professional & a perfectionist, which makes it a good thing that rolly & daphne are around, because he'd simply forget to take breaks otherwise. just because daphne could relate didn't mean she'd let it happen. he was the one person who didn't particularly like her when she showed up. her over the top energy & uneducated guesses about what they did there simply didn't charm him & for a while, this put daphne in a tough spot. she'd subconsciously try to make herself more palatable around him & she owes it to jade for pointing it out. he was a good lesson & she'd confronted him about it – he could either admire the brightly shining star or start wearing sunglasses for all she cared. that was the first time she'd made him chuckle.

gwendolyn snyder ( fc. kate siegel ) : gwen is the definition of class & sass. the brains behind the business & behind the counter, occasionally. she's never wanted anything more than to be her own boss & hated all the jobs she'd ever had for this reason alone. she spent her youth seeking escape from a strict, close minded family. she looked for life experience & traveled for the better part of her 20s, doing various jobs & saving money. unfortunately, that also meant leaving her younger sister behind, who didn't escape, but had already fallen into bad decisions & bad habits. they lost touch. gwen went on to live in italy for a while in her early 30s & she didn't find a home there, but she did find inspiration. so, she came back to new york hoping to fix what was broken & maybe even start something new. she reconnected with her sister & supported her though rehab, all the while taking care of the nephew she didn't even know existed & crafting her business plan. she could've never fathomed loving rolly like a son, but she so quickly started to. when daphne entered her establishment, she thought her a piece of pink bubblegum personified. but giving her a chance wasn't a mistake. it's like she had found the final puzzle piece & the two of them soon became fond of each other. daphne's decision to learn italian & french & her ambition to travel & see as many places as possible come from gwen's stories. little did she know how much of this world there was to see.

vincent davenport ( fc. ebon moss-bachrach ) : vince is daphne's great white musical hope in a finely pressed suit & a very mean faced shell. he's a single dad & works as an artist manager. he's your regular gentle giant type with the ability to crush you at the same level as he could build you up. he has two little girls, lily & olivia, & he gives into their every whim. he also unapologetically enjoys pop music & listens to his gut religiously, which is why daphne ended up on his radar in the first place. eight months into daphne working at one way ticket cafe, he'd come into the coffee shop to take shelter from the rain. the second time, it was intentional. & so were the next few times, until he'd finally introduced himself & changed daphne's life for good. in all these times, he'd also developed a crush on gwen, unfortunately for the heart he'd boarded up years ago, after a tragic loss. daphne definitely sees him as a father figure & he's one of the people she strives to make proud with her achievements.

[slytherintragedy]

♡ FULL NAME: Elektra Phoenix Black  ♡ KNOWN AS: Elle, Kate, Rae ♡ BIRTHDAY: July 31, 1982 ♡ GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female - She /Her ♡ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, Bisexual ♡ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood ♡ HEIGHT: 5′10” ♡ WEIGHT: 130 lbs ♡ EYE COLOR: Brown ♡ HAIR COLOR: Brunette, Sometimes dyed ♡ SPECIES: Witch (Human) ♡ PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Isle of Skye, Scotland, Hogwarts ♡ OCCUPATION: Student, Bartender, Entertainer ♡ HOUSE: Slytherin ♡ PATRONUS: Snowy Owl ♡ WAND: 11", Rosewood, Fairy Wing ♡ FACECLAIM: Zendaya Coleman

BIOGRAPHY

On July 31st, 1982, Blair Amethyste Nightingale welcomed a beautiful baby girl which she named Elektra Phoenix Black, which she was absolutely over the moon smitten with her little princess so much that her mom became a stay at home mom for a few years, wanting to spend as much time with her as she could. Her father was none other than Sirius Black but due to unfortunate circumstances, he wasn't apart of Elektra's life. Yet her mother would always tell her stories, trying her best to make sure their daughter knew about her dad even if he was unaware of her existence.

When Elektra was six, Blair ended up opening a bar slash potion shop called The Blackout Supernova with some of the money her parents left her. And even though her mother was busy raising her and running her own business, her mother always made time to take her on adventures, to explore new places and try new things with her. And they would even use their imaginations to make up stories about their adventures so there was never a dull moment, just like her mother did with her parents when she was young.

Growing up, despite being pureblood, she wasn't raised to believe in pureblood supremacy but she was informed about it. So she wouldn't be blinded by it when she came across people who did, also to help her understand why her father's family wasn't in her life. So Elektra didn't seek them out, though she did seek out one of her father's friends, Remus. Would spend as much time with him as she was allowed to, he had became like a father figure to her and she was so appreciative of that. Which is why after she received her letter to Hogwarts, she wasted little time owling him to let him know.

It was on the train to Hogwarts the she met Draco, after running into him while looking for a place to sit. Couldn't help giving him sass in response to the attitude he had given her, didn't care if the male was technically her cousin - she wasn't going to take his shit. She ended up sitting in the same department as Remus, who was asleep. It was there that she met Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Though after what happened on the train, she couldn't help but to wonder if her mom's last minute hesitation was justified. Since after all they both had heard the news about Sirius Black escaping from Azkaban, even if they both don't believe he's a real danger, who knows what has changed in the years he's been locked up. But she quickly forgotten all about it when she was sorted into Slytherin like her mother but just like her mother, she was almost sorted into Gryffindor. Which the moment she could, she sent a letter to her mother, letting her know.

And while she was worried about her mother because she truly didn't know if her father would search for her or not, she did her best to enjoy her time at Hogwarts. Which she made several friends from each house, different blood statuses as well. Though when she heard that her father was close to the school, Elektra was tempted to go searching for him but apparently Remus counted on that. And had talked her out of it but it definitely wasn't fair because she wanted to know him, at least meet him just once. And when she learned that her father escaped, she thought maybe one day she would. Although when she learned Remus wouldn't be returning next year, she was sad about it because he was her favorite teacher but then again, she was bias cause father figure. But either way, he was the best.

During her second year, she was tempted to try out for Quidditch but she eventually decided against it. At least for now since this year her school was hosting the Triwizard tournament, which much to her disappointment she wasn't allowed to enter. Though when Harry's name got called she was suspicious because there was no way he did it, he was only fourteen and from what she could tell didn't want in it. And it was even more concerning how Dumbledore and Crouch allowed him to participate in it, like it wasn't right at all. Though when everyone seemed to be turning against Harry, Elektra was the one who actually tried to become his friend. Was genuinely rooting for him, even though she had a bad feeling about this. Was beyond disappointed once again when she learned only fourth years and up could attend the yule ball, and the only way third years and lower could attend was if they were invited. Which luckily for her, she managed to snag an invite and had such a blast. Yet if she had knew the horror the end of the tournament would bring, she would have made sure Potter enjoyed his night as well.

When her mother learned that Voldemort was back, she was tempted to pack them up and flee to America. Didn't want to send her child in the midst of the war, after all Blair couldn't bare to lose her only child to the same people who killed her parents. But she reluctantly sent her back, trusted it was still safe for her. Although after meeting Umbridge, Elektra wished that her mother did refuse to send her back. But she was glad she didn't because it was that year, that Elektra decided to join Dumbledore's Army.

During the Battle of Hogwarts, she was evacuated for being young. But she ended up sneaking back and joining the reinforcements because she couldn't sit back and just let people she knew die for nothing, plus at least if she died then she died a hero. Which to be honest there was some close calls but she managed to escape them, and everything she witnessed several people she knew die, it killed her inside. But she managed to survive, managed to return to finish her school years. Yet the events of the Second Wizarding War had changed her a bit, scared her in ways she'd never fully recover from.

After she finished her schooling, she ended up working in her mom's bar as a bartender and entertainer.

FAMILY

Sirius Black - Father †

Blair Nightingale - Mother

Orion Black - Paternal Grandfather †

Walburga Black - Paternal Grandmother †

Regulus Black - Paternal Uncle †

Twyla Black - Paternal Cousin

Kaiza Nightingale - Maternal Grandfather †

Reize Nightingale - Maternal Grandmother †

Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black) - Paternal second cousin †

Andromeda Tonks (née Black) - Paternal second cousin

Narcissa Malfoy (née Black) - Paternal second cousin

Nymphadora Tonks - Paternal third cousin †

Draco Malfoy - Paternal third cousin

Galexia Malfoy - Paternal third cousin

House of Black - Paternal Family

House of Nightingale - Maternal Family

CONNECTIONS

Remus Lupin - Godfather †

Pandora Lovegood - Godmother †

James Potter- Godfather †

Lily Potter (née Evans) - Godmother †

Harry Potter - Friend

Hermione Granger - Friend

Astoria Greengrass - Friend

Luna Lovegood - Friend

Soren Sykes - On & Off Boyfriend

Elaila Shadowborne - Enemy

Faera Drakonus - Enemy

[allthingsroleplay]

vika bronova for darren barnet. current girlfriend and co-host that is super unimpressed with him in a fun way. she didn’t sign up to live in a small town for life or deal with running into his ex-girlfriend but here there are and it’s going to get interesting (read: angsty and messy). suki waterhouse for oliver jackson-cohen. give me a couple of exes that never really figured out divorced life with questionable boundaries that regularly make a mess. bonus points for her as his business partner/closest friend. tons of potential here. multiple open faces for young hollywood goes small town. looking for the cast of an oc style show set in a fictional beach town in north carolina. within the last year the show relocated to the actual state and as you can imagine the isolation has been a nightmare. give me all the messy drama that comes with being the only people who can relate to each other and all the weird relationships that go with that. bonus messy plot available in the request. zendaya coleman or open for lucas bravo & others. please give us this girl to round out our friend group and cause a little scandal. she’s got two boyfriends and gives zero cares about the situation (yes, both boys are aware). honestly, we just need a fab gal who is unapologetic about who she is.

[be-loved-moon]

[rpings]

vika bronova for darren barnet. current girlfriend and co-host that is super unimpressed with him in a fun way. she didn't sign up to live in a small town for life or deal with running into his ex-girlfriend but here there are and it's going to get interesting (read: angsty and messy). suki waterhouse for oliver jackson-cohen. give me a couple of exes that never really figured out divorced life with questionable boundaries that regularly make a mess. bonus points for her as his business partner/closest friend. tons of potential here. multiple open faces for young hollywood goes small town. looking for the cast of an oc style show set in a fictional beach town in north carolina. within the last year the show relocated to the actual state and as you can imagine the isolation has been a nightmare. give me all the messy drama that comes with being the only people who can relate to each other and all the weird relationships that go with that. bonus points for anyone that gives me a co-stars who dated and broke up but the press and fans can’t seem to let it go bc they’re still flirty friendly so it gets complicated for donna. zendaya coleman or open for lucas bravo & others. please give us this girl to round out our friend group and cause a little scandal. she’s got two boyfriends and gives zero cares about the situation (yes, both boys are aware). honestly, we just need a fab gal who is unapologetic about who she is.