#zendaya x poc!reader

[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 𝘰𝘬𝘢��� '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.

[sweetenedbystevengrant]

about me

said i don't know what i'd do without you in my life

it'd be so sour 🍋

hello my name is mimi and welcome to @sweetenedbystevengrant!

i'm 22 years old, use she/her/hers pronouns, and based in the united states. i adore cats, poetry, the color pink, and daydreaming. i am an aspiring author who loves to read and write romantic comedy!

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[quaintrellelily]

Dating Rue consists of

Sitting in each other’s rooms, exchanging words and predictions about the future despite it seeming an unpredictable lifetime away. Still, both of you remain hopeful.

No tell-all. An endless strive towards getting to know each other better through the trials and tribulations that seem to follow her to the sweeter moments when you cycle together after a long day.

Feeling at home while being away from home; because home is in her arms that open just for you when all seems grim. You can count on her.

Having to be OKAY with her occasional bouts of anxiety, willing to give her the space that she needs when she needs it, and being comfortable with prolonged silences as she contemplates the terbulent nature of her emotions (both positive an negative) that she feels without the use of Fentanyl.

A relationship which you are never bored of, ever. A bond only explained by forces uncontrollable to either of you. A bond felt when you experience an immense feeling of loss just being far from one another.

Physical touch in your intimate moments.

Loyalty as her only expectation of you.

Helping her overcome addiction through compassion and non-judgement, and getting respect and love from her in return (and only a handful of junkies who would murder the people who hurt you).

[orbitariums]

dating mj moodboard + headcanons

+ mj is super quiet and sort of shy but it materializes as a nonchalant & dry sarcastic persona

+ even though you’re new at midtown, you see right through it

+ you quickly befriend mj, peter and ned

+ but you and mj seem to really get along despite being polar opposites

+ you might enjoy the same things as mj but can’t fully relate to her obscure tastes and personality

+ still, opposites attract right

+ you were still surprised when mj finally confessed that she likes you, only after copious convincing necessary from ned & peter

+ it went something like this:

+ “yn, i... have something to tell you. and i’ve been wanting to say it for a while and i just didn’t want to because it’s really ... weird for me to feel this way about people and i just-”

+ “mj, spit it out,” you had said while laughing nervously, because you were really hoping she was about to say what you thought she was going to say

+ “i really like you yn. like, i like you like you.”

+ you smiled and said, “that’s good news... because i like you too.”

+ you had never seen mj so bashful and simultaneously confused at the fact that you liked her back

+ peter and ned didn’t stop saying “i told you so” to mj until a month after you had started dating

+ if you were inseparable before, you were practically conjoined now

+ you two were always together, being the weird people of your grade besides peter and ned, and enjoying your solace together

+ mj was an activist, so you were always going to the latest protest with her, staying up late and designing signs with her or going to the library to print things out for posters

+ everytime you two tried to study together you either got distracted by each other or mj’s doodles

+ mj drew a lot and showed you the new drawings on her desk whenever you were in her room

+ you love her art and she blushes everytime you compliment her work

+ if she’s not doodling at her desk or making legitimate paintings / drawings she’s spray painting or writing on desks / bathroom walls

+ in class the two of you pass corny, cute notes that mj will never talk about outside of class

+ or she’ll just pass you a note to let you know she’s bored or misses you for the 3000th time that day

+ she’s constantly reading, so you’re either reading the same book with her or watching her read

+ she’s definitely a film buff and shows you all her favorite classic or foreign films

+ she introduces you to record stores and her favorite artists from genres like punk, classic rock, etc

+ you aren’t used to her music taste at first

+ “mj, what is this?” you made a face.

+ “... led zeppelin dude. c’mon yn, catch up!”

+ but eventually you not only are used to it but are listening to it nonstop

+ she loves pointing out how gay you two are, as if peter & ned don’t do that enough

+ examples include: holding hands, sweater paws, hugging each other, sharing headphones, kissing, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling

+ “this is gay as fuck”

+ your relationship mainly consists of: you taking candid pictures of mj or you taking pictures of mj that she is very unhappy about (but loves them only because you took them)

+ since the two of you started dating her confidence level has skyrocketed

+ “mj’s really glowing, yn, what have you been doing to her!” - ned or peter every other day

+ she’s v protective even though she has an idgaf attitude

+ bicycle rides home in the rain

+ sharing headphones on train rides together

+ you love her

+ and it’s the first time mj has had someone to love, too

[pocsforparker-blog]

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 First Kill Menu 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Talia Burns.

coming soon!!

↳ Calliope “Cal” Burns.

Runaways. (☦︎︎-☹︎-☻︎) x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings; Mentions of abuse, manipulation, favoritism, etc.

Synopsis; You and Cal have had enough.

↳ Next Ep; Not Giving In. (☀︎︎-☹︎-☻︎) (coming soon!!)

warnings: violence, blood, character death.

synopsis: talia and margot set out to find you and Cal.

↳ Elinor Fairmont.

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↳ Juliette Fairmont.

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↳ Margot Fairmont.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Euphoria Menu 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Rue Bennet/Zendaya Coleman.

The End Of An Era. (Ep. 1) (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings; Sapphic BS.

Synopsis; I could feel your love fading.

↳ Leslie Bennet/Nika King.

coming soon!!

↳ Maddy Perez.

coming soon!!

↳ Lexi Howard/Maude Apatow.

coming soon!!

↳ Jules Vaughn.

coming soon!!

↳ Gia Bennet.

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↳ Faye/Chloe Cherry.

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↳ Cassie Howard.

coming soon!!

↳ Fezco.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 In The Heights Menu 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Nina Rosario

coming soon!!

↳ Vanessa.

coming soon!!

↳ Usnavi De La Vega.

Ghosts Of A Lover Unknown (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☹︎) x Latina Fem!Y/n

Warnings; very very sad usnavi, worried sonny, insomnia, hints of past life themes, if everything is in italics, it means it’s a flashback!, open ended (interpretation is up to you).

Synopsis; #3 “If our empty bedroom bothers you so much maybe try sleeping in it one day, Blank”.

Nina’s Little Sister (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Afro-Latina Fem!Y/n

warnings: none. fluffy bullshit.

synopsis: 11. “d-did it hurt when heaven fell? I mean- when you…fuck. Anyway, i’m blank and that was humiliating. let’s start over”?

↳ Benny.

coming soon!!

↳ Sonny De La Vega.

Nose Goes. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Afro-Latina Fem!Y/n

Warnings: So sweet it gives cavities.

Synopsis; #13 “Baking Gone Wrong”.

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↳ Charlie Bradbury.

coming soon!!

↳ Sam Winchester.

Siri Play Hot N Cold By Katy Perry. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎-ish - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Siren!Reader. Murderous kids, demons n shit, hungry!cas, man starved!sam, woman dehydrated!reader, basically woman sam!reader, over it!dean, needy sex, straight to the point, soft love making.

Synopsis; You and the Winchester brothers have been friends and partners for years, especially you and Sam— You’ve been their hand to hold and guide through the supernatural world since you’re apart of it. You and Sam have loved each other since forever, in secret of course. After a big blowout between the two of you, Dean is fed up and sends you both on a mission…Alone. Will years of pent up frustration and hidden love finally be revealed?

↳ Dean Winchester.

coming soon!!

↳ Castiel “Cas”.

coming soon!!

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Girl From Nowhere Menu 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Nanno.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Heathers Menu 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jason “J.D” Dean.

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↳ Vanessa Sawyer.

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↳ Heather Chandler.

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↳ Heather Mcnamara.

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↳ Heather Duke.

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↳ Selina Di’ortéz

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 DC 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel)

coming soon!!

↳ Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley).

coming soon!!

↳ Catwoman (Selina Kyle).

How Familiar A Face. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ✞ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n (Aka Dré’s Birthday Fic)

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, pup!y/n, kitty!selina, sub!y/n, dom!selina, brat/brat tamer, sexual harassment, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral, degradation, praise, dumbification, size kink, yandere themes, slight noncon/dubcon, sadism/masochism, blood kink, knife kink, pain kink, tears of…well, you be the judge, oh and fingering :)

Synopsis: selina hates playing hero but she doesn’t mind it. what happens when she has to save a familiar face from a group of men?

Confessions Of Sin. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ✞ - sprinkle of - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n (aka dre’s second annual birthday fic.)

warnings: vampire!selina, hybrid!y/n (wolf/witch), g!p (selina), degradation, stalking, slight dub-con, mating, sadism, masochism, mommy kink, slight!puppy play, intercourse, slight fingering.

synopsis: she’s been watching you.

Empty Planet. Selina Kyle (☦︎︎ - ✞ - (???) - ☻︎ - ☹︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: slight religious trauma, end of the world au, grief, death, apocalypse, oral (reader!receiving), tribbing, soft dom!selina, sub!y/n, depression mentions, sweet sapphic bs.

synopsis: opposite lifestyles lead two people together in a time of crisis.

↳ Starfire (Koriand’r).

coming soon!!

↳ Raven.

coming soon!!

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will be making a part two to this list.

This List will be updated regularly as I go on. Enjoy the baked goods in Fatality’s Fic Bakery! 🥖🥐🥯🍞🥨🥮🧁🍧🍨🍯

[jeagerism]

umm I was thinking about a harry Holland x poc reader where she talks to him about culture and they go shopping to find things that bring out her skin because she is not really dark but kinda like zendaya's skin color

uM YES I LOVE THIS FUCKING IDEA, I WAS ALREADY WORKING ON A POC FIC SO NOW IMMA INCORPORATE HARRY INTO IT OML I LOVE YOU

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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.”

[infernalodie]

Celebrity Masterlist

$ = Smut * = Fluff ! = Angst

Tate McRae

(! * $) Rent Free - Tate McRae x Black!Male!reader Part One - Final Part

Zendaya Coleman

(!) Not You Too - Zendaya x Black!Male!reader

(! *) Die For You - Zendaya x Black!Male!reader

Doja Cat (Amala)

($) On The Low - Doja Cat x Black!Male!reader

Billie Eilish

(* $) Kiss U Right Now - Billie Eilish x Black!Male!reader

(!) TRAUMA - Billie Eilish x Black!Male!reader

($) Cherry Hill - Billie Eilish x Black!Fem!reader

(!) Time in a Tree - Billie Eilish x Black!Male!reader

($) No Guidance - Billie Eilish x Fem!reader

($) Free - Billie Eilish x gn!reader

(! *) Fine Line - Billie Eilish x gn!reader

($) The Trade - Billie Eilish x Fem!reader

(! *) Million Miles Away - Billie Eilish x Black!Fem!reader

Sadie Sink

(* !) Bad News - Sadie Sink x Black!Male!reader

(* $) Roses - Sadie Sink x Black!Male!reader

Freya Allan

(* $) Melt - Freya Allan x Male!reader

Sydney Sweeney

($) Earned It - Sydney Sweeney x Black!Fem!reader

(! *) Psycho (When I Wake Up) - Sydney Sweeney x Male!reader

($) Twisted - Sydney Sweeney x Black!Fem!reader

($) The One - Sydney Sweeney x Fem!reader

Madelyn Cline

($) Sacrifice - Madelyn Cline x Black!Fem!reader

(!) Forgive & Forget - Madelyn Cline x Male!reader

($) Seduce - Madelyn Cline x Fem!reader

Anya Taylor-Joy

(! $) Downtown - Vampire!Anya Taylor-Joy x Fem!reader

Dua Lipa

($) CAVIAR - Dua Lipa x Buff!Black!Fem!reader

($) Like A Blade Of Grass - Dua Lipa x Black!Male!reader

Austin Butler

(*) Unchained Melody - Austin Butler x Black!Fem!reader

(*) I Want More - Austin Butler x Black!Fem!reader

(*) Can’t Help Falling In Love With You - Austin Butler x Black!Fem!reader

Conan Gray

($ *) Sweat - Conan Gray x Black!Male!reader

(*) Loved By You - Conan Gray x Male!Reader

Winona Ryder

(* $) EXCITED! - Winona Ryder x Fem!reader

Natalia Dyer

($) Pink Matter - Natalia Dyer x Black!Fem!reader

Sophia Lillis

($ *) LONELY NIGHTS - Sophia Lillis x Black!Fem!reader

Timothée Chalamet

($) UNPREDICTABLE - Timothée Chalamet x Black!Male!reader

Jenna Ortega

(!) CHANT - Jenna Ortega x F1Black!Male!reader

($) My Next Fix - Jenna Ortega x Black!Male!reader

(*) Pretty Little Fears - Jenna Ortega x Black!Male!reader

(! *) Falling In Love - Jenna Ortega x Male!reader x Emma Myers

($) Eat Your Young - Jenna Ortega x Black!Fem!reader

(*) Home - Jenna Ortega x Male!reader

(! $) We Both Know - Jenna Ortega x Black!Fem!reader

($) In For It - Jenna Ortega x Black!Male!reader

(! $) Closer - Vampire!Jenna Ortega x Black!Fem!reader x Vampire!Emma Myers

Emma Myers

(*) Would That I - Emma Myers x Black!Male!reader x Jenna Ortega

(! *) 7 Hours - Emma Myers x Black!Male!reader

Milly Alcock

(! *) Blessed - Milly Alcock x Black!Male!reader

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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?”

[infernalodie]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦“

Inspo: Keshi - Bandaids

(Also, I may have or may have not connected this story with my other fic that was requested, “Us.”)

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: The trials and tribulations that you have gone through with Rue have all been for a reason. Just to show you loved her through thick and thin. But all of that can be turned onto it’s head when you spot the key differences as to how different things could change with time.

Warning: Angst with characters aged up

Words 3179

There was a lot of things that could’ve gone right with a honey moon. Like, everything that involved it. A time for two newly weds to celebrate and spend time together. That was what a honey moon was about. It was one of the main things you were excited for. Having picked out this nice ass hotel in Honolulu right by the beach. Deciding to give Rue the chance to go to the beach with you if she ever wanted in the small time you two had in Hawaii.

Everything about this week of paradise and bliss was supposed to go good. It went well with everyone, besides your old friend back from East Highland along with Lexi. Hell, they didn’t even get to the point of being officially married before they separated. That had been the only rare occurrence that came to mind when a honey moon could go horribly wrong. That night for your friend, his movie debuting, that was practically a honey moon. Won an Oscar for the best movie of the year, but it had also been one of the worst experiences of his life.

But none of that dictated how you went through this week with Rue. Spending time to go around the city, explore what you two could in the time that you had. And sure, at the start, everything was fucking amazing. Going on little tours, seeing sights that both of you would’ve never imagined. Exploring the markets and buying small souvenirs to take home with.

But there was something. Something stirring underneath the surface of happiness that blanketed itself over the both of you. Like a rat inside the walls of your home, scratching to get free or it’s tiny little feet padding against the vents. It was faint but you could sense it, feel it occasionally.

It wasn’t often that you started to question and investigate further. When you found it to be nothing going on at home, you focused your attention on Rue. Often nights, the both of you sitting in silence as you occasionally worked late hours of the night. Whiskey in hand as you watched her silently prepare for bed.

Something in the way she walked. The way she did her hair and brushed her teeth told you something was wrong. It became all the more apparent with the week slowly dissipating to a head. The last night with you sitting on the couch in your large suite with a whiskey in hand. Watching your wife roam around the hotel room with something surrounding her aura.

“You’re angry.”

Rue stopped short of the bathroom, glancing over at you and forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”

As she entered the bathroom, you placed your glass down beside your computer that was opened on a script for your next movie you would be starring in. It had been at the back of your mind most days until the late nights where you studied it and mastered each line and scene you were in. When you got back from your honey moon, you would be filming in New York, so that made it easier because it would just be leaving yours and Rue’s apartment, film for most of the day and then go home to your wife.

When she emerged from the bathroom, you stood up. Adjusting the cuffs on your button up shirt as you said, “Rue, I can tell somethings eating away at you,” you stated. “What’s wrong?”

“Baby,” she let out a chuckle, “I’m fine. Just focus on your work. You have to be ready for that when we get back to New York.”

You raised a brow, not buying her false assurance’s. She was deflecting and you had seen it enough in Highschool and the time of you two being together. So, you followed her to the kitchen with your brow still raised and hands rolling up the sleeves on your shirt. “Rue, we both know that you ain’t fine, so just tell me what it is.”

“I told you, I’m fine,” she repeated. “What’s crawled up your ass to start questioning me?”

“Hmm, let me see,” you mocked a look of thought before snapping your finger. “Oh, yeah. I’ve been with you long enough to see when something is bothering you. The way you walk, the way you talk, even how you fucking brush your teeth is a dead give away.”

“Maybe your reading too much into it.”

“No, I don’t think that’s true because my observations have helped us in the past, baby,” you explained. “So, I think I know when I’m reading too much into something and when I’m not. So stop with all this deflecting bullshit and just tell me what’s wrong.”

Directness had been your shining feature and also curse as sometimes, you didn’t know when to just shut up and ease back on your words. But in other cases, your directness had helped the process of not beating around the bush. It was one thing Rue loved the most about you because you didn’t sugar coat anything. In this certain situation though, she despised it.

“Y/n, I’m going to tell you this, alright?” She sighed, bracing her hands to the kitchen island diving the both of you. “If we go into this, nothing will go well for either of us tonight. Let’s drop it before it get’s to that.”

“So, you’re angry.”

“Wow, look at you,” Rue mocked. “You paid attention. Good for you.”

“Don’t fuckin’ patronize me, Rue,” you said, following your girl as she walked out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom. “This bullshit you’re pulling on the last night of our honey moon isn’t fucking needed. And the fact that you have the fucking balls to say that we shouldn’t talk about whatever the hell is bugging you is also bullshit. That’s how a fucking relationship is ruined.”

Rue let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, so you’re a love guru or some shit now?” She asked. “You want to know what’s bothering me, Y/n? It’s your fucking work.”

A flabbergasted look took hold of your face as you stared at your wife in utter confusion and disbelief. “That’s it?” You asked, a short laugh slipping past your lips. “My work is what is fucking bothering you? The fact that I can pay for this beautiful fucking suite and the fact that we have a nice ass home back in New York? My work is what is keeping us alive and that your fucking problem?”

“Yes, it is.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief turning and running a hand through you h/c hair. “You are fucking impossible, Rue,” you muttered. “Everything I do doesn’t seem to be enough. You always have to hang your expectations over my fucking head when I’ve given you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“When all you talk about your work it becomes quite fucking suffocating, Y/n,” Rue spat.

There was brief moment of silence as you clung onto her words. Slowly turning to her with your lips curling into a smile of realization. Eyes squinting as you pointed at her accusingly as she took her earrings out. “So, that’s what this is about?” You asked. “The fact that you weren’t able to get noticed and the roles like me?”

“I never said that.”

“But, with my work being so suffocating to you, it leave you frustrated and resentful, right?” She didn’t answer. “Which either means I’m not bringing enough to the table or your fucking jealous. So, which one is it, Rue?”

Rue sighed, placing both her hands on the bathroom countertop and turned her head to you. “Both.”

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked, completely confused. “I’m not bringing enough to the table and your fucking jealous? It’s not my fucking fault that you gave up every chance you ever had at this job. So, don’t you fucking dare go there. I promise you, it’s not something you want.”

When you turned to walk back to your computer, already fed up with the night, Rue was close in tow. Unable to hide the fact that her stubbornness was feeding her pride to just shut up and not continue the fight. But she couldn’t help it.

“Why’s that?” She questioned.

“Just trust me, you don’t,” you sighed, moving back to the couch and taking a sip of your Whiskey.

“Why’s that?” She repeated.”

“Because even if you do, you’re not thinking clearly or ahead.”

She stood on the opposite side of the coffee table, hands on her hips as she glared at you. “I think I’m thinking clearly.”

You shook your head. “No, you aren’t,” you replied. “Most times, your mind works in beautiful ways and your thoughts are amazing. But trust me, right now, you aren’t.”

“Huh, well, I do have a slightly masochists streak.” She snarked.

A laugh slipped past your lips, taking another small sip of your drink. “But you aren’t a fucking idiot.”

Rue let out a scoff. “Wow, thank you.” She said sarcastically.

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” you spat.

“Don’t fucking act like a bitch and patronize me and tell me I gave up something when all you care or think about is your work.”

“Oh, so you gave up acting to become an emotional fucking support dog, right?” You questioned. “Because that was your only viable option from house wife or fucking child therapist, huh?”

She stared at you with eyebrows scrunching together with a scowl forming on her face. From all the things that could’ve been said tonight, that so far had to be the worst.

At this point, it was just the two of you taking shots at one another in hopes of hurting the other. Hoping to win the last word as you two were painfully obnoxiously stubborn and seeking to win any fight that the two of you were in. The gloves always had to come off and it fucking sucked that it had to happen now. Of all the times, it was happening on the last night of your guys’ honey moon.

“Fuck you, Y/n!” She yelled. “You are a bitch and fucking ugly inside, Y/n!” She turned, starting to walk back to the bathroom where she had started the bath.

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Rue!” You got up from the couch and began to follow her. “Rue, when I met you, you were a fucking pilled-out disaster of a human being!”

“Fuck you!”

She closed the door behind her, but you still followed. “When I met you, you were barely 15 years old,” you stated. “Couldn’t hold a conversation without noddin’ off, or passing out, or breaking down. Don’t act like the past five fucking years of us being together has made you become so enlightened that I fucking...” You turned the door handle, finding it to be locked. Leading to you using your shoulder and busting it open. Finding the girl in the bath staring blankly ahead of her. “...forgot the old you.”

You stood beside the bath, staring at her with a fuming look in your eyes. Chest heaving in aggravation as your growled in annoyance. “Does it look like I don’t want you to have a life?” You asked. “To be happy and do the things that you want to do? I do! You know why? Because I’m terrified you’re going to hang everything on mine. And when God forbid, I talk to you about the movies and show's I’m working on, showing you how excited I am for them, you fucking bottle that shit up and let it burst on the week that should be the greatest week of our lives.”

Running a hand through your hair, you shook your head with the back of your thumb pressing to your eyelids. “Stupid bit...” You held your tongue, sighing in frustration.

“Y/n, I want you to leave the bathroom.” Rue’s words only aggravated you more. You knew you should just listen. Just leave the bathroom and deal with this another time. But she’s already ruined the night, right? Why not just fucking make it worse because nothing worse can happen then the fact that she’s burned any piece of happiness you had left for this honey moon.

Pacing back and forth as you waved to her in dismiss. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Rue!” You exclaimed. “You know, I get it, I do. You have pain and fucking disappointment and dreams from your life. But that doesn’t give you the fucking right to be such a fucking asshole and make me out to be the villain.”

You let out a laugh, motioning around you. “I mean, look at the fucking suite I got us with the money from my work!” You told her. “What’s bullshit, Rue? What’s a fucking cop-out to make me feel like shit? The fact that you think everything I do is so fucking suffocating! I got us a fucking mansion in New York! I got us this fucking suite! What more could even fucking want? Pick a fucking room and get to work at your craft! I am not in charge of everything you fucking do! That is based on your ability and your fucking worth ethic! I’m not Gia or fucking Leslie! This is your life, not mine! So stop blaming me for your inabilities to get your shit together!”

By the time you were done, you were panting for air. Falling to a knee as you held your head in your hands. Your throat was burning from the pure stress you had put on your vocal cords. The constant yelling from you and Rue had included a little care package of a throbbing headache to appear.

But Rue watch you with tears in her eyes. Feeling all the more guilty when you looked up at her with a hand clasped over your mouth. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you shook your head. A laugh slipping past your lips as you crawled to edge of the bathtub and sitting up on the balls of your feet in a crouch.

“I checked you into rehab,” you began. “I went to group therapy with you. I’ve been with you. I fucking supported you every single step of the way when I shouldn’t have. When you were depressed, when you were on so many meds you couldn’t fuck for half a year, I was there for you. When you relapsed, I was there for you.”

You felt you heart ache at the pure unmoving love you had showed Rue through the years. From Highschool to the present, everything she had done, you had been there with her. Supporting her through thick and thin. You had gotten some in return, you wouldn’t lie about that. But had any of it even been real? After all, she had said she felt suffocated by your work and didn’t feel like you were putting on the table. So what had been true and what hadn’t? That was the main question floating around in your head.

“When we moved to New York with Jules letting us stay at her place for a few weeks and I went out to my first audition, right?” You laughed, tilting your head and glared at your wife. “You remember that? I was gone for two hours and I came home to you two fucking. Guess who was there for you?” You slapped your hand against your chest. “This bitch right here!”

That day still played out in your head vividly. A fucking movie of heartbreak and betrayal at it’s finest. A jaw dropping scene where you had been the victim of cheating and through it all, you forgave her. You two stayed at Jules with obvious tension in the air, but you dealt with it for her. For all you knew, she could’ve still been having sex with Jules whenever you left for food or whatever. A selfless piece of yourself being handed to Rue despite it all because you loved her for who she was. You loved her more than anything in this fucking world and she’d made your life the epitome of a tragedy.

The bathroom was engulfed in a silence that left you shaking your head and standing to your feet. Backing up until you leant against the bathroom counter. “I think about that day a lot, you know?” You muttered. “I think about the fact that I still kept you around because of the fact that I loved you and wanted nothing more than to have a family with you.”

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling with a shake of your head. Laughing slightly as Rue stared at you quietly, holding back any sobs that tried to pry themselves free from her lips. Resorting to sniffles and quiet whimpers.

“And it’s embarrassing because I could’ve have had a happier life without you,” you stated. “You made me shameful by the fact that I even considered the idea of ending it there and then. Hell, maybe I would’ve been fucking Lexi’s ex-fiancé and we could’ve made a movie about the pain you bring into everyone’s fucking life.”

“Now you’re being cruel,” Rue murmured, sniffling.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “But have you ever walked in on your lover cheating on you while you were aspiring your dreams? Hoping to get the big job that could financially set you two ahead to the point that you won’t have to live in some bummy ass apartment?”

Her lack of a reply had you nodding to yourself. “That, right there, is the fucking definition of fucking cruelty,” you stated. “Google it. I’m sure your fucking name will be the top fucking reference.”

As soon as that left your mouth, you walked out of the bathroom. Slamming the door behind you and leaving Rue to break down into sobs as she brought her knees to her chest. Staying in a pit of her own sorrows for what felt like hours. And when she finally emerged from the bathroom, she hesitantly peeked out. The hotel room was painfully silent. A few lights turned off and a few places where you had been cleaned up.

Her wet feet padded against the floor, echoing through the place as she made her way to the bedroom. Finding no sign of you anywhere to be found. All that she could find was a stack of cash and a small note left on the bed. She walked over and picked up the note.

‘I can be your guardian angel if you won’t be mine. Take the cash and go home Rue. Money will be left there for you to keep yourself in check for bills for next month or so. From there, your life isn’t in my hands anymore.’

A tear dripped down wetting the piece of paper and seeping through. Rue took a deep breath in before letting out another fit of sobs. For all your relationship, you guys had been putting bandaids on every problem. But that wasn’t going to work now.

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200 Follower Celebration ✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

We reached 200 followers!!! Thank you so much!! Originally, we were supposed to do a 100 follower celebration, but school and work got in the way, a few weeks passed, and now we passed 200 followers and are less than 30 away from 300!! Thank you!! We want to celebrate by taking requests for:

Headcanons 💘 

Send 💘 for a headcanon with Tom, Harrison, Harry, Sam, Zendaya, Laura, or Jacob 

Example: Tom x reader {City date} or Zendaya x reader {movie night}

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Moodboards 🌹

 Send 🌹for a moodboard with Tom, Harrison, Harry, Sam, Zendaya, Laura, or Jacob

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Also! Mod Zoey and Mod Jinx are looking for 2 new mods!! 

We realized that we are both very busy and want to keep this blog as current as possible. To do this we think it’ll be a good idea to open up some applications to pick another couple of mods to help with the maintenance of this blog! 

To apply: 

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Applications will only be open until April 6th at 5pm. We can’t wait to see your applications! 💖

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