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infernalodie · 1 year

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

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"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.

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the-imaginative-hobbyist · 2 months

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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.

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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."

NEXT CHAPTER

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Anne Wheeler visits Phillip Carlyle in the hospital | Domestic AU Taking a Nap ( or lack thereof ) | @monthly-challenge

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Ladykillers

Zendaya x Fem! Reader

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zendaya: We out here Emmy nominated again y’all!!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

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thisisy/n: so fucking proud of you baby! and the cast and crew, y’all deserve every ounce of love thrown your way. i love you all so much!!

➥ zendaya: my #1 fan 💜

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#zendaya #zendaya coleman #zendaya style #zendaya imagine #zendaya fashion

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 2 years

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10 from fluff and 2 from smut with zendaya🧎‍♀️

I have no idea why but I've been having such a writing slump, there were times where I would just have my laptop open and really not be able to write. I really got a good groove going last night and here it finally is. (Also I used a reference for Reader's dress in this.)

10. “ i never want to stop making memories with you” & 2. "I need you to be quiet for me, okay?"

The red carpet was definitely not your scene. Normally, you were sat at home, looking at Twitter to see how the stars looked, or if you were at premieres, you were in a nice dress but you came nowhere near the red carpet. You were a writer, the whole thing of fame wasn’t really your scene, but things were different now thanks to the woman that had you on her arm. You didn’t know why Zendaya insisted on having you walk the carpet with her, but you weren’t really one to deny her, so here you were.

The flashing cameras and people calling Zendaya’s name was jarring to you, but you tried to keep your composure. You kept a small smile on your face, just keeping your eyes on your girlfriend as she seamlessly worked the photographers. When you finally reached the end of the carpet, she turned to you with a bright smile. “You did amazing! So, what’d you think?”

“Uh, I dunno if I would do it again,” you said with a nervous laugh. “Definitely a new experience, something I’m not gonna forget.”

“I would hope not, I never want to stop making memories with you.” You could immediately feel your face heating up, and you looked away before Zendaya could realize just how flustered she made you. “That dress looks amazing on you, I’m really glad you went with my pick.”

You looked down at the dress you were wearing, a nice little mocha dress with tulle overlay bringing volume to the body. You loved it when Zendaya’s stylist brought it as one of your options, and the fact that Zendaya’s eyes lit up when you tried it on definitely factored into your decision. You looked over at Zendaya, her gray suit absolutely making your mind go brrr, there was no other way to describe it. “You act like you literally aren’t the most attractive person here.”

“I think you’re a bit biased, I mean, you are my girlfriend.” You knew her argument wasn’t serious, especially not with the little smile she was trying to hide.

“And if I am? You know I don’t lie to you.” You tugged on her sleeve, and she got the hint to lean down so you could press a quick kiss to her cheek. As if they knew you were having a bit of a moment, a handler showed up, giving you a half hour warning for the start of the screening. The time would normally be used for a small amount of networking, chatting with people you didn’t run into on the red carpet, or just having your team reorient you about plans for after parties you needed to go to, but apparently Zendaya had other ideas. She grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd of people that had gathered in the lobby, waiting for the premiere to actually begin.

You had no idea what she was doing, but you didn’t question it. The two of you would say quick greetings to people you knew, but she was focused on getting you alone. It wasn’t until you spotted the family bathroom that you fully put together what she was planning, even if you had a pretty good idea before then. As soon as the lock on the door clicked, Zendaya’s body pressed yours against the door. You greedily accepted her kisses, her tongue rubbing against yours as she tried pulling you even closer. Her hand grabbed the back of your neck, and you could tell she was trying hard not to fist her hand in your hair, messing up the work her hair team had done.

“What’s gotten into you?” You teased, trying to ignore your own heavy breathing when you finally pulled back from the kiss.

“You have no idea how amazing you look, babe. Can I?” She didn’t need to say anything else before you were nodding, her hand trailing up your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. It was almost comical how quickly you nodded, and you knew if the situation was different she would tease you about it. You could already feel that shiver of anticipation building in you, just wanting her hand to actually touch you instead of the teasing. You didn’t have much time before her team would be looking for the two of you, and you didn’t want her to leave you on edge all throughout the movie and then the after party you knew you guys were scheduled to go to. Before you could whimper out your plea, Zendaya dragged her fingers over your underwear, teasing until you could feel your arousal starting to wet the fabric.

She took her time teasing you, kissing along your neck with soft nips that wouldn’t mark, even though you could feel the want behind her kisses. You couldn’t help the small whines that bubbled up, trying to get her to actually touch you. “Shh, baby, I need you to be quiet for me, okay? You don’t want anyone to interrupt us, do you?”

“Then hurry up and touch me already.” You wanted it to be more of a demand, but the way your voice was already turning breathy was enough to let Zendaya know just how desperate you were for her. You felt her lips curl up into a smile against your skin as she finally dipped underneath the fabric, the first touch of her fingers against your lips sending a new fire through you. She collected your arousal on her fingers, circling your clit until your hips were moving on their own, trying to get more of the friction that you needed. “Zendaya, please.”

That seemed to be enough for Zendaya to actually move on from her teasing, easing her middle finger into you and stroking it along your g-spot, finally giving you what you wanted. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the whines and soft moans that were escaping you. You were already running on limited time and you’d be damned if someone interrupted you.

The sound of your wetness and muffled moans began to fill the room, but you couldn’t find it in you to care as Zendaya added another finger. You could feel your legs shaking as you leaned more heavily against the door, trying to control the way they jolted under Zendaya’s experienced touch. Zendaya leaned in, her voice a rough whisper as she spoke.

“You have no idea how bad I want to taste you right now. Fuck, that’ll just have to wait until we get home. Keep you cumming on my face until you can’t take it anymore.” You couldn’t control your whine as hard as you tried, and Zendaya was quick to shush you, though she didn’t slow her movements at all. She pressed a kiss to your jaw, and you could feel her satisfied smile. “Aw, you want that? Maybe we should skip the after party so I can give you what you want.”

“Z, please,” you whined out, still trying to keep your voice down.

“You’ve been so good for me, baby.” Zendaya pressed another kiss to your jaw. “Come on, I wanna feel you cum around my fingers.”

With her fingers relentless against your g-spot and the heel of her palm providing the friction you needed to finally reach your peak. You started to cry out Zendaya’s name, but she was quick to silence you with a deep kiss as she continued to work you through your orgasm. It wasn’t until you were practically twitching with overstimulation that Zendaya pulled back, taking her fingers into her mouth to taste you. As you tried to catch your breath, still leaning against the door of the bathroom, Zendaya was quick to go wash her hands and wet some paper towels to clean you up.

“You look fucked out,” she teased as she cleaned you up. You knew you probably had that dopey little look on your face, but you still rolled your eyes.

“Wow, I wonder why. It’s almost like someone couldn’t keep her hands to herself,” you shot back, trying to gather yourself.

“I mean, you see how gorgeous you look, right?”

“Don’t start something you don’t have enough time to finish.” That little satisfied smile was back on Zendaya’s face, but you didn’t have it in you to be annoyed at it as she gave you a sweet kiss. Now you just had to survive until the two of you could get back home.

#anonymous #answered #requested #zendaya x reader #zendaya coleman x reader #zendaya imagine #celebrity imagine #reader insert #smut #drabble

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infernalodie · 2 years

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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?”

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genuinerio · 1 year

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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.” 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 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.

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audrey-emeralds · 2 years

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Prompt 82 with rue?

82. You closed the door in front of my face.

It's been weeks since you last saw Rue. The last time you did, it wasn't very pleasant. You were arguing a lot. Almost breaking into a fight.

You couldn't believe what happened to her. What has gotten into her? It was like a whole new person. Instead of her chill self, it was a roaring monster. You even said that, and she only became worst.

But it been some time and you hopped to get things back to normal with her. Knocking on her door, knowing her mother and sister weren't home and you could speak to her one on one.

" Oh. It's you. " Rue said, before closing the door. You rolled your eyes at her dramatic action.

" Really? Just because I did it? " Her humming was heard from the other side.

" You closed the door in front of my face. "

" No, actually you slammed them. "

" Because you were acting like an animal. You had no control over yourself. " You confirmed, reasoning with her.

" Still, it didn't feel nice. "

" Open the door so we can talk. " She was quiet for a while until you knocked to get her attention.

" Alright, but no fighting or arguing, you listen and I listen. Ok? "

" Believe me I don't want any of that either. " She let you in the house so you could discuss your issues.

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#rue bennett x you #rue bennett x y/n #rue bennett imagine #rue euphoria #zendaya x reader #zendaya coleman #zendaya #euphoria x reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria

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cab-14-jime · 2 years

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tom holland the crowded room

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uncasualfangirl · 2 years

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I really need to be invited to these events.

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mercurymilkshakes · 2 years

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Lose It | Zendaya

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: zendaya x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you reminisce about your relationship as you try to come to terms with your breakup, but no matter how hard you try, you just don't want to accept it.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): lose it by swmrs

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

In all of the different feelings in the world that a human could possibly feel, it felt like you were lucky enough to have the very worst of it. Of course, there was always physical pain which some might argue was way worse than anything mental, but to you, it just didn't feel that way.

Sitting in the car as rain hammered down onto the roof like the sky was throwing rocks at you to pull you away from your thoughts. You had the music turned up as loud as your stereo could handle it without getting distorted. And you sat there just like that for what seemed like hours.

Clicking on the playlist you had on your phone. Just the two of us. Ironic how only one of you was listening to it now, making your stomach churn and your skin crawl with worried thoughts that perhaps you were doing something wrong.

Two months of exactly this. Pulling up to an old, empty parking lot with your car doors locked just in case anyone decided to try and bug you. Music blaring as you took a painful walk down memory lane.

It seemed like just yesterday when the two of you were sitting in the car singing at the top of your lungs. It had gotten so bad that you had both lost your voices the next day and had to call in from work, but it had been worth it. A whole day just spent in bed watching your favourite movies and basking in the comfortable silence that you had been awarded.

Or all the times you had come to this exact parking lot to practice skateboarding because your desperately wanted to learn, but were terrified of anyone seeing you fall. Everyone besides her, because even though she laughed when you slipped off the board and landed on your ass, she would run over and help you up with a smile. She'd gently kiss your lips and start to help you get your balance before you finally took off and were able to stay on top the small board of wood.

Even the times when all you did was sit in the backseat and kiss. It never went any further than that, but those moments were so quiet and intimate that your skin felt like it was on fire and your heart was racing a million miles per second. You could still feel her hands running through your hair now.

She would always make the comment of how soft it was, she loved the feeling of it's silkiness between her fingertips. She would always ask to do you hair just so she could get more of that comfortable feeling. It always put you damn close to sleep from all the gentle strokes upon your head.

All these things were so good, there was nothing but happy memories all the way until the end. But that sunken feelings just didn't leave your heart.

That single thought that felt so cruel and unforgivable, "What would it be like if I never fell in love with you, Daya?"

One would imagine that after all that happened, you'd finally have learned to live with no regrets. It wasn't that you actually did, but the craving to feel that way was there. The urge to forget it all and stop playing all the same damn songs you would listen to when you'd drive to visit your parents together.

To just pretend none of it had ever happened.

It would have made it all so much easier.

If only you had told your best friend no when they had asked you to go out to dinner with them that night with some work friends. You knew you had to get up early the next morning, but you still decided to go and ended up staying up all night as you waited for the sun to come up.

You spend the whole next month thinking about her and how you wanted to see her again, making a playlist of all the songs that reminded you of that night you spent together chasing the sunrise, talking about life and what you had hoped would come of it. Only to find out when you went to that party a month later that she had done the same thing.

How easy it all would have been if you didn't spend every single minute texting for the next multiple weeks, getting together on the weekends to go to karaoke bars to get drunk and sing your hearts out.

How much easier it would be if you didn't have to lose it all at the end of the ride.

Regret. You regret lying that you were okay when you weren't. Telling everyone you didn't miss her that much. That she was just like a passing ship in the night. Zendaya had been your whole light and life, the reason you woke up excited for a new day. Rolling over in bed to see her sleepy smile and hearing her tired voice just like music to the ears.

She loved all the same music you did, loved the same shows and movies, and despite the height difference you were always sharing clothes.

You missed every single part of her. The good, the bad, the ugly. The moments of love just as much as the moments of fighting. Even when it seemed like the world would freeze and then start to end, it was all worth it.

She made every single bad day feel like just that, just a bad day that passes. Not something life ending and altering. Just a bad day.

God. Your lungs expanded and collapsed, quickly and rapidly. Your skin felt like it was melting off your body and your chest was going to explode. You face was stained with sticky tears, red brushed harshly against your cheeks.

You just couldn't take this feeling anymore.

You wiped away your tears and started up the car, driving home only to park and sit in the car there. The sunlight had dimmed even more and your only light was from your front porch and the dim lights along the street.

Just as you were about to take our your phone and send a message, a familiar car pulled up behind you. Opening up to have the pouring rain run through her hair, down her face, completely drenching her body.

It seemed like time had frozen, the rain had stopped, the wind slowed, and it was just you two.

"I missed you."

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