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hiatuswhore · 11 months

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Something For Your Mind II — p.a

♕ A/N: Sorry for taking so long to make this, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while I just wasn’t satisfied with it. I’m still kinda not but I hope y’all like it. Please give me feedback, thanksss.

♕ SUMMARY: Your parents offered a simple explanation- Fremen with the gift of prescience. A secret amongst the sand.

♕ WORD COUNT: 2.5K

♕ WARNING: None

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STILGAR MADE NO ATTEMPT TO CONTINUE THE CONVERSATION OR WAIT FOR YOU. The journey back home was one of silence and brief exchanges. You would occasionally leave your thoughts to look up at your sharp-minded leader. Fools, all of us. You thought to yourself, all of the bickerings with your mother and uncomfortable dinners, for what? Stilgar knew, and you could only wonder who else smiled at you daily, feigning obliviousness.

"(Y/n)," Your mother greets you with a tight hug, her sigh in relief tickling your neck. You say nothing as she pulls away, and your father mimics her actions. Stilgar eyes you carefully, his blank expression masking whatever brews and boils beneath his surface.

"I'm going to lie down," You speak so low that you are confident your parents do not hear you. However, this fact does not stop you from walking away from the watchful eyes. You catch the tail end of your mother asking Stilgar what occurred on your travels. Will he tell them he knows?

He will not, and you know this, but still, the idea plagues your mind with an ever-present curiosity. By nightfall, you lay in the same position, painfully awake in the dead of night. Not a lick of sleep finding you. Stilgar still in your mind. If he knows of your abilities, what more does he know. How far does his knowledge really go, and what does that mean for our people, for my family?

You move from your bed, walking on the tips of your toes, the silence almost sickening. With one misstep, it seems as though your entire community will hear you. When you reach out to the sand, the night sky greets you with a cool breeze. You sit on the ground, the spice of the desert wafting up, tickling your skin. Out in the distance stretches what appears to be an endless desert, but you know out there are all your answers. The pull you feel makes your vision blur before the earth crashes, and the last tangible thing being the itch of the sand on the back of your neck.

When your eyes open again, you frown. Inside an aircraft, Paul sits with his head hanging. His hands bound behind him, cloth gagging him. Behind you, his mother holds her composure as she watches the Harkonnen men. One pilots the aircraft while the other stands idling behind him.

"Paul," You call out, glancing up. His eyes widen at the sight of you. Your eyebrows furrow at the lack of control. You did not intentionally enter this astral plane, yet all of Paul's mind now sits accessible to you. In this haze, only one thing sticks out to you, clear as day—they will die here.

The feeling of your heart in your throat makes your eyes water. Uncertain of what you can do, Paul's mother signs to him—her eyebrows pinched. After a few minutes, the aircraft comes to an idle, one Harkonnen moving to open the back while the other removes the cloth from Paul's mouth.

"You have to do something," Paul says, earning a look from the Harkonnen. He ignores it, looking directly at you. His mother follows his gaze where you stand to find an open space. You look at the Harkonnen, taking a deep breath, a sudden dizziness overtaking you. A cold feeling greets your skin before you move forward, thumb to his forehead and pointer finger to his temple.

"Sleep," You say, watching his eyes shoot open before all his mind contains floods you. A shudder shoots through your body as his crimes rip through you sharper than the edge of a sword. The sticky feeling of blood on your palms burns into your skin as if his memories are your own. A cry leaves your lips as the astral plane crumbles. Your eyes open, a loud scream leaving from the base of your chest and scratching up your windpipe. Thrashing around, you miss how your father holds you and your mother fails to ease your violent cries.

"You're okay! You're home, baby. You're home," Your mother holds a controlled tone as your father keeps your shaking to a minimum. A sob leaves you as your father plays with your hair rocking you back and forth. Grimacing, your eyes burning with a deep ferocity. You catch the slightest glimpse of Stilgar. He watches you wearing the same blank expression as before. The look you share feels like a secret, a joke of sorts that only the two of you understand.

Your mother brings you to bed, and no one dares to ask what happened. The icy moment of clarity sends a shudder rushing down your spine, so intense you flinch. Mother has been right all along. The confines of your room bring little solace, and the hours mesh together into a tireless loop.

When your mother returns in her hands, she carries hot tea and a slice of bread. You do not acknowledge her presence, so she settles on the edge of your bed instead. Her eyebrows pull as she contemplates her following words, a frown on her lips that does nothing to curb the terse silence.

"What happened?" She asks. The question's fair, but the line has blurred an unclear distinction between the Harkonnens psyche and your own. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing leaves you. How can one explain the Duke's son, his mother, or the aircraft?

It melts into nothing as the Harkonnen's memories sit in your brain, carrying them as your own. Your mother hovers her hand over your shin, and you stare at it with a downcast gaze. Looking up reveals the full scope of your tears, your head throbbing. Your mothers' eyes close for half a second as your arms wrap around her shoulders. She flinches first, her hands later snaking around you. The light squeeze she offers soothes your trembles.

"I—I have never seen such—malice, such disregard for life. Such brutality outside of self-defense," You sob into her shoulder as her hand moves up the base of your neck, supporting your head as if you were still a babe. Shifting down, you rest your head on her lap, and she rubs her hand across the top of your hair.

"I am so sorry you had to experience that, my love," She says. You do not see the confusion on her face as she tries to soothe you. Resembling the moments you would both share long before puberty arrived at your door.

"I'm sorry I did not listen to you, Mom. I just—" You pause at the crack of your voice, the burning sensation creeping up your throat with the watering of your eyes. Shaking your head, a dry chuckle leaves you in a poor attempt to mask your shakiness, "I really wanted my gift to mean something, but what I saw—Mom, I can't help anyone. Not when people like that are out there."

"Nonsense. You are special, my girl. You are destined for something amazing. No man nor Harkonnen is going to take that. Do you hear me?" She leans down by your ear with a warm tone. The small part of you nagging at your core, even in one of your most profound moments, still hiding a piece of yourself away from your mother. Closing your eyes, the room falls into a dark abyss, and your mind draws blanks for the first time in a long time.

When you wake from your dreamless slumber, silence becomes your companion. You make no attempt to move, the calm bringing a sense of solitude. Training with Chani, you silently thank her for not asking questions. The intense girl focuses solely on not allowing you to beat her. Neither of you yields, furthering the sparring match. Both your muscles ache, and you huff. You catch the faint sight of Stilgars suit. He moves so fast you barely see him. The lack of attention on Chani lands you on your back. She sweeps her leg at the floor before immediately aiming at you on the ground. You sigh before yielding. She has you.

Neither of you says a word as she offers her hand to help you from the ground. Jamis rushes by in the same direction as Stilgar, his stillsuit on—sword ready. Chani glances at you before you both rush to put on your stillsuits. You both move covertly as you find many of your people surrounding the Duke's son and his mother.

"—was there when you came to my father's council," Paul explains. Dirt marks his skin, and his mother wears deep bags beneath her eyes. Stilgar mocks Paul as though he did not immediately recognize him as Jamis grows bored of the conversation.

"Why are we waiting. Let's take their water," Jamis says, but Stilgar announces that no one can touch him. You frown at his words as whatever he refers to, you are not privy to the conversation.

"How can he be the Lisan's al-Gaib?"

"He hasn't proven himself."

"They are weaklings," Jamis unsheathes his sword disregarding the others as his eyes focus on Paul and his mother. You frown as your mother voices how she agrees with Jamis, "We cannot trust them, Stilgar."

"Enough!" Stilgar roars silencing your people before his eyes rest back on the remainder of the Atreides family. "That was a brave crossing they made in the path of Shai-Hulud. He does not speak or act like a weakling. Nor did his father."

"My thumper saved his life," Jamis points out, but Paul frowns before speaking. He keeps his tone level as his eyes scan your people, "My friend saved our lives. She is amongst your people."

"Go back to reason, Stilgar. He speaks of an impossible journey undetected by our people. He's not the one," Jamis says. Unaware of your abilities as your people doubt Paul, it eases everything that has worried your mind. Who is aware, and who is pretending? Paul's mother steps forward, voicing their alliance, if your people help them, they will help your people. A relatively simple transaction, in theory.

"What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh?" Stilgar challenges, but you watch how Paul cannot remove his gaze from your father. You resemble him most while taking your mother's personality. "The boy is young. He may learn our ways. He may have sanctuary, but the woman is untrained and too old to learn."

Stilgar's words are clear, and your chest aches at the reality before you. Paul will not allow your people to kill his mother without a fight, and your people will give him that fight. Jamis goes for Lady Jessica; first, she maneuvers his arm away from her as she turns and reaches Stilgar, kicking out his back leg and bringing your leader to his knees. A knife at Stilgars throat, watching as Paul runs to the top of the split rock and aims down at your people. Closing your eyes, you focus on Paul before they open once more.

In the astral plane, you stand behind him as he aims down. Placing your hands on his shoulder, he flinches as you whisper, freeze.

Paul's eyes bounce frantically as he tries to catch sight of what constricts every muscle in his body at once. When you finally move into his view, he can only see your eyes as cloth hides most of your face.

"I am sorry, but my people come first," You whisper, looking down at Lady Jessica, who still holds your leader. Stilgar appears unfazed. He looks up at you without care. He eyes the blank space where no one but Paul can see. Yet Stilgar still finds a way to assert his awareness of your presence. You cannot hear what's said, but you release your hold as Stilgar cuts the top of his wrist, granting them countenance.

"(Y/n)," Paul whispers. Sheathing your knife, you stand, offering him a hand, which he takes. On his feet, Paul's hand lingers in your a second too long. You both freeze before swiftly pulling away.

"Only Stilgar and my parents know of my abilities. If you are to join my people, do know the secret of my capabilities keeps us all alive," You say, walking down the split rock without waiting for a response. Stilgar greets you both at the bottom of the rock. He commends your fast action before he turns to Paul.

"A gift. Give it to me. You will have your own maula pistol when you've earned it. Give it to me," Stilgar says as he places Chani in charge of Paul and Lady Jessica's entry of journeying with your people. You frown but say nothing as your mother joins your side. Jamis grimaces, his gaze unchanging. You take a cautious step toward him.

"Don't." You speak barely above a whisper. Your pointed stare only garners a chillingly calm glare.

Jamis speaks only for your ears. He stands rigid, "The boy clouds your judgment."

"Your anger clouds yours," You stand your ground, the air dry and thin as the attention shifts to the two of you.

"I will not have them," Jamis looks past you with a cold glare. One could mistake his stare for stoicism if not for the disdain that outlines his tone. He wants blood.

"Jamis, I have spoken. Be still," Stilgar's slow and gruff tone carries an authority you never dare to question. You look from Stilgar to Paul, uncertainty binding you both—bound by a nature beyond you.

"You talk like a leader. But the strongest leads, she bested you," Jamis speaks with a confidence you have only known Stilgar carry. You take a cautious step away from your mentor, your eyes locked on Stilgar. Stilgar does not move, his calm demeanor blanketing him, his ease clashing against the tension of Jamis's defiance. You can never grasp it, the pull that lingers around Stilgar, compelling all around him to listen. It's far more than his strength. You all know it, "I invoke the amtal."

Your eyes grow wide. Looking at Jamis, you open your mouth, but nothing leaves you. Stilgar's words do not reach you, the thumping in your chest ringing in your ears. Shifting your weight between your feet, you frown, the light trembling in your hand drawing your attention. None of it makes sense. Someone dies here today. You look down at your hand to find it still, yet a tremble still plagues you. Crossing your arms, you stand straight, wincing at the radiating pinch up your side as your body tenses.

You maintain a neutral stare, a glaze covering your eyes. A wall between your emotions and the others around you. The next few seconds blend in a disorienting haze. Paul shall be his mother's champion. You step back as he stares down at your mentor. The tremble of your hand still prevalent though your hand remains stagnant, heart beating in your ears at the speed of a sandworm though your chest reveals a steady rhythm.

"Poor thing, he looks terrified," Your father mutters, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your mother speaks with Jamis, insisting he revoke his challenge. A useless act, the challenge has been set—someone must die.

"Why do you say that?" You ask, looking at Paul, and your father speaks casually, "His eyes are glassy and cold while he keeps bouncing on the balls of his feet, heart probably racing. Then look at his hand. It's trembling."

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6rookie-writer0110 · 6 months

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Tell me tonight

Zendaya X Male Reader

Warning: Smut

Request - zendaya x male reader smut where they’re in a movie together while dating and after a long day they go home and reader takes a shower and Z joins him

You and Zendaya have been filming Dune 2 all day. You and Zendaya have been dating for a while, and it's the first movie you and Zendaya would be in together. After filming a fight scene, you sat in your chair to rest. Then Zendaya sat next to you and gave you a water bottle.

“Tired?” Zendaya asked.

“I’m tired, sore, and hungry,” You said.

“Me too. I don't feel like driving three hours back home, I'm going to stay with you” Zendaya said.

“And if I say no?” You teased.

“No sex for a year,” Zendaya said with a serious face.

“Are you serious?” You giggled.

She didn't laugh and she kept staring at you.

“Do you want to find out?” Zendaya asked.

“I was just joking. You can stay with me anytime” You smiled.

“Good” Zendaya smiled.

You had to film more fight scenes and you almost got hurt. Zendaya worries when you have to do stunts because last time you sprained your wrist. She always tells you to take it easy and let the stunt double do most of the work.

You and Zendaya kept filming until 2 a.m. Sometimes, she would sleep over at your place. Some of her clothes and toothbrush are at your place. You don't have to drive long to get home but she does. While driving she holds your hand.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You and Zendaya made it home. You head to the bathroom and turn on the water, then you start to take off your clothes. You get in the shower and she is in your bedroom. She hears the water and she heads to the bathroom now she starts to take off her clothes.

“You didn't invite me,” Zendaya said.

You turn around and you look at her up and down.

“I should have asked,” You said.

She wraps her arms around you and you put your hands on her ass.

“Yeah, you should have asked” Zendaya smiled.

She leans in and you feel her tongue go in your mouth. You start to kiss her back and you start to squeeze her ass. She starts to stroke your cock and she starts to smile at you. She goes down on her knees and starts to lick your cock. You move her hair away from her face then she wraps her lips around your cock.

“Your mouth feels so good around my dick” You moaned.

You start to move your hips fast and she starts to suck faster. Your cock is getting hard in her mouth and her pussy is starting to get wet. She rubs her pussy while sucking on your cock. You thrust your cock deep into her mouth and she gagged. She wraps her hand around your cock then moves it up and down fast. Now, she starts to suck on your balls then she sucks on the tip.

“Y/n, babe I need you to feel you,” Zendaya said.

You help her stand up.

“I can do that” You smirked.

You go down on your knees then she puts her right leg, on your shoulder. You hold her hips then you lick her pussy and she lets out a soft moan. You spread her folds then you start to eat her out, and she begins to moan. She places her hand on your head and she starts to move her hips.

“Keep going!! I've been so horny” Zendaya moans.

You can't get enough of how she tastes. You start to move your tongue faster and you start to moan. She slightly moves her hips then you start to suck on her folds. Then she feels your fingers inside her pussy, then she gasped.

“Y/n!” Zendaya moans.

You thrust your fingers deep and you start to lick her pussy fast. She cums on your fingers and you curved your fingers. You take out your fingers, then you put your tongue inside her pussy. Then you start to kiss her thigh.

“Y/n, fuck me already” Zendaya moans.

You start to kiss her stomach going up, then you start to suck on her breasts. She starts to moan then you start to squeeze her ass.

You wrap your arms around her body and pick her up. You put your cock inside her pussy and she starts to moan, she squeezed her legs around you tighter. You begin to move your hips fast then she starts to kiss you.

“This feels so good” Zendaya moans.

“I can say the same about you” You smirked.

You start to kiss her neck and she moans your name louder. You press her back against the wall and she cums on your cock. She starts to smile and she stares into your eyes. She starts to kiss you again and she moans. You thrust your cock deeper and her pussy starts to squeeze your cock. You and Zendaya are moaning loud and she leaves some scratches on your back. You start to cum inside her pussy and she can feel your hard cock go deeper, again inside her pussy.

“Fuck! Your dick is so deep inside me” Zendaya moans louder.

“I like having my dick inside you” You smirked.

You and Zendaya smiled at each other. You put her down, and then she turns around. She starts to moan when she feels your cock go inside her ass. You have your hands on her hips and you start to fuck her. Again, you and Zendaya are moaning louder. You thrust your cock a little deeper and you moaned her name. She cums again then you start to touch her body, and you squeeze her breasts hard. You start to cum inside her and you start to breathe hard. You take out your cock and you two are breathing hard. You start to jerk off fast then she turns around, then you cum on her leg.

“We needed that, babe” Zendaya smiled.

“Yeah, we did” You smiled.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Zendaya was craving ice cream, you sit down next to her on the couch. You watch TV with her then she feeds you ice cream, and she has her leg on top of your leg. Later, you and Zendaya go lay in bed and cuddle in bed.

#zendaya imagine #Zendaya x male reader #zendaya x reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader

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xoluvx · 3 months

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hihi! i'm so sry if your requests aren't open, i just had to ask if you still write for her, can u do a dom zendaya x f!reader fic? smut w/ overstimulation or edging would be nice ... i'd also fucking leave the planet if you gave her some rings, too-

i also luvvv your writing! ty <3

had to make it short & sweet <3

“what are you doing?” you asked taking your gaze from your phone and to her.

“may i?” she asked fluttering her eyelashes, her hand rode up your thigh. her slick fingers caressing your skin. her rings brought shivers up your spine and you watched as they disappeared between your legs.

you gasped, her fingers were in you with little warning. she smiled devilishly at your reaction and the fact that you were conveniently not wearing underwear.

“is that okay?” she asked innocently but her lips curled knowing it was more than okay. your lips were parted, back arching to her touch.

“yeah,” you hummed catching your breath.

her fingers curled gloriously causing you to squirm. you were ready to unravel, but she suddenly stopped.

“you can’t cum,” the fake innocence gone. her eyes watched you carefully. her lips parting as she kneeled down. she opened your legs further exposing your pussy. her rings clinked as she pushed in another finger eliciting a high pitched moan.

her tongue flatted against your clit and your breath hitched. your fingers burrowed themselves in her hair as her tongue swirled and flicked.

“i need to cum, please…” you begged gently pulling at her hair.

“are you allowed?” she mumbled against your pussy, her eyes watching you, fingers still pumping in you.

“please, z..” you quivered. she wasn’t going to let you, not yet. you knew that. and you loved that.

#zendaya #zendaya imagine #zendaya fic #zendaya smut #zendaya blurb #zendaya x y/n #zendaya x you #zendaya x fem!reader #zendaya x reader #zendaya request

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be-loved-moon · 2 months

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#zendaya #zendaya imagine #dune premiere #dune part two #fashion details

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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

𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐚

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

Inspo: Joji - Die For You

Pairing: Zendaya x Black!Male!reader

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

Warnings: Angst and a bittersweet ending

Words: 1711

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pft, easier said than done…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do what I couldn’t, Tom.

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Could've Been // Zendaya

Well...lets see how much I can break my own heart in 600 words or less!

Title: Could've Been

Pairing: Zendaya/F!Reader

Genre: Angst

Rating: PG-13

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Just as you thought you would be able to get away with slipping out unnoticed, Zendaya turns her head just in time to catch your eyes. Her gaze locks you in and you swear in that moment all of the emotions swirling around in your chest are reflected back at you in her eyes. You swallow thickly and force yourself not to look away. You know this moment is all you will ever have, a small acknowledgment of an unspoken thing that has always lingered between you.

As you stand at the end of the altar, waiting anxiously for Zendaya’s arrival. As the music begins, you lift your eyes to see the doors open one final time to reveal the Bride. Zendaya is every bit as beautiful as you had always imagined her to be. She was glowing as she entered the room, her long and elegant dress dragging behind her rhythmically as she walked. She meets your eyes and smiles brightly, forcinging a matching one from your own lips on instinct. Your heart thunders in your chest as she approaches steadily. This moment is everything you have ever dreamed of. Every unspoken word, every lingering hug, every wordless conversation you found yourself locked in when she trapped you with those expressive eyes that say more than her mouth ever would...

You try to convince yourself that you don’t see her smile drop just a little as she shifts her gaze to Tom, who is standing there where your heart is telling you you belong. You struggle to stay engaged as your mind wishes you could be anywhere else. Your heart fractures when you hear them exchange “I Do”s. Tears fall from your eyes as you clap and smile with the crowd, but the way she hugs you so tightly you struggle to breathe when you congratulate her after the ceremony gives you pause. She requests your help changing into her reception dress and you agree because it’s her day and no matter how much your heart is breaking, you wouldn’t dare ruin this for her.

“So…this is real…” Zendaya stares down at her wedding dress after she lays it across the bed to be put away. “I really just got married.”

You clench your jaw and force a smile as you turn to face her and give her the slip for her dress. She takes it but her eyes won’t leave your face. You feel her studying you, and you try your best to keep your face pleasant so you don’t give anything away.

“Yeah…you looked beautiful, Day. I knew this dress would be perfect when you tried it on.” You try to keep the topic light and hope she moves forward.

“When I saw how you reacted to seeing me in it that day I knew it was the perfect dress. I felt so beautiful in it, but you looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. That’s how I wanted to feel today.”

You look up at her sharply.

“Please don’t. Not today. Not anymore, Day.”

She gives you a guilty look. She plays with her fingers and her eyes drop to her hands. Her face is conflicted. The silence is thick until she throws her hands up and sighs.

“I know, Y/N, but you aren’t exactly making this easy looking at me the way you did today-”

“Then you should have made different choices.” You cut her off and glare at her. “I can’t believe you would even try to say that! “

“That’s not-”

But you just wave her off and continue to help he get dressed in silence. You needed time to clear your head if you were expected to still pretend you were happy to only be her best friend. You make it past all the speeches mostly unscathed, but exhausted. You are already planning your exit strategy by the time the first dance begins. As the happy couple stand and move to the dancefloor, you quietly inform her mother you aren’t feeling well. She gives you a long, lingering look before she squeezed your shoulder and tells you she will let everyone know and wishes you a speedy recovery. You try not to think about the sympathy in her eyes as you turn to grab your bag.

She gives you a smile but it's dimmed by the tears beginning to form in her eyes. You blink and are startled to realize your own eyes are also filled with tears just as one falls. The moment lasts for what feels like forever, only to end just as quickly as it began when Tom gently sways them in a new direction. Zendaya lays her head on his shoulder and the eye contact is broken. You don’t stay long enough to see Zendaya’s eyes desperately searching for yours as they sway back around to where she had last seen you. You miss the way regret washes all over her face before she returns her head to his shoulder as more tears fall.

#celebrity imagine #lesbian imagines #bentdownspoon #zendaya imagine #imagines #x reader #fem reader #drabble #oneshot #angst #fanfiction

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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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photoshootloves · 1 year

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zendaya ★

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 months

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Lovely Night

Zendaya x Male Reader

Request: zendaya x male reader. both are on euphoria, during a shoot zendaya gets jealous of reader and maude (lexi), where they have a steamy scene, zendaya gets asked to leave set so they Can finish.

You are an actor on the show called Euphoria. Your character is well-liked, you play a rich jock who is dating Lexi. Behind the scenes, you and Maude get along great. You have done some interviews with Maude and always make each other all the time. But you are mostly happy that you go to work with your girlfriend Zendaya. You met Zendaya at an audition for a movie, but you didn't get the part. But at the time, you and Zendaya flirted with each other then became friends then lovers.

On set, you are reading your lines and Zendaya is talking to other people. You and Maude have to do a steamy scene. The director yelled action, then you two started to act. Zendaya is starting to feel jealous because you have to kiss Maude and semi-get her undressed. Maude takes off your shirt and she touches your chest then you start to kiss her on the lips then you start to grind on her.

“Where are you going?” Hunter whispered.

“I will be in my trailer,” Zendaya said.

She did go straight to her trailer. She was mostly on her phone on the internet to kill time.

During the scene, you had to get your clothes off. Then the scene was over, and you grabbed your robe and Maude did the same thing.

“Where is Z?” You asked.

“She got jealous and went to her trailer” Hunter whispered.

“Oh,” You said.

“Don't worry, I told the others she went to take a nap” Hunter said.

“Thanks,” You said.

Hunter is the only person that knows, you and Zendaya are dating. You head to her trailer and you knocked on the door because it's locked.

“Hey it's me, can I come in?” You asked.

She got up and opened the door.

“Hey,” You said.

“Hey,” Zendaya said.

You follow her inside then you sit next to her on the couch.

“Did you feel jealous?” You asked.

“Yeah, I didn't want to watch you and Maude make out,” Zendaya said.

“I don't have feelings for her, I only want you,” You said.

“I know, Y/n. But I couldn't help I feel jealous and I definitely didn't want to sit there and watch you do a sex scene” Zendaya said.

You kissed her cheek.

“You are the only one who has my heart” You smiled.

“Shut up” Zendaya giggled.

You hold her hand.

“Well to be honest my character would love to Bang Rue, maybe you could air the possibility of a threesome to the producers between C/N, Rue, and Jules,” You said.

You and Zendaya start to laugh.

“You can't be serious, Y/n” Zendaya smiled.

“Oh, I'm serious. I think it would be an interesting storyline and I wouldn't have to kiss Maude which that would make you happy” You smiled.

She leans in and kissed you on the lips. You and Zendaya are smiling at each other, then you start to kiss her back. You and Zendaya cuddle on the couch, her head is on your chest. You and Zendaya are just talking about random stuff and making each other laugh.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

You go with Zendaya to her movie premiere Dune. But the relationship is a secret so you arrived first at the theater she arrived with Timothée Chalamet. You are inside and Zendaya stands next to you

“You look handsome,” Zendaya said

“Thanks, my girlfriend picked out my suit,” You said.

“She has good taste. Are you okay?” Zendaya said.

“Yeah. Why do you ask?” You said.

“You seemed jealous when I had to do an interview with Timothee,” Zendaya said.

“I didn't like him flirting with you,” You said.

“He wasn't flirting with me, Y/n. He just made me laugh but it didn't mean he was flirting with me. It's cute that you are jealous” Zendaya smiled.

“I wasn't jealous,” You said.

“Y/n, it was obvious. Are you going to stay the night?” Zendaya said.

“Yes,” You winked.

After the movie premiere, you go to her place. You will stay with her for a few days before you leave to film in another country. She is in bed then she pulled your hand, so you would cuddle with her. She lies on top of you and you wrapped your arms around her, then she places her hand on your cheek. Then she starts to kiss you and you two start to smile at each other.

#zendaya imagine #zendaya x reader #Zendaya x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #Zendaya fluff #fanfic fluff

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xoluvx · 1 year

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can you just imagine like artist z looking at you during class or something. you're just getting into drawing so you took this silly class and she's there cause she just needs the grade.

she watches you closely. you don't know why. out of all the people in that class, she focuses on you. the way you fumble with your pencils rummaging through your pencil pouch, searching for the one the professor says you need. she is balancing her pencil between her index and middle finger. yours slips out of your hand and onto the floor.

you go to pick it up, but she does too and your hands sort of brush and your heart flutters a little and then a lot when you see her eyes piercing into yours. her short hair frames her face perfectly; her plump glossy lips are so alluring. if you weren’t at such a loss for words, you’d ask her what lipliner she was wearing. hell, you just want to see if her lipgloss tastes as good as it smells. strawberries, you pinpoint.

she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear after handing you the pencil and you smile awkwardly giving her a weird embarrassing head nod as a thank you because you still haven’t figured out how to get your speech back.

you sit stiffly all throughout class, not really listening to the professor but feeling her eyes on you. your brain is flooded with the same memory over and over - her handing you the pencil a slight smirk on her face. your fingers tingle in the places where they brushed hers and you start feeling hot. your right cheek burning and all you wanna do is bust out that door and take a cold shower.

when the professor finally dismisses the class, you let out a long sigh. you hadn't realized you were holding your breath.

you feel her brush your shoulder this time as the two of you walk toward the door. she walks out first. as you walk out you reach into your bag to put your notebook away. you see a folded paper sticking out from the front pocket.

it's you sitting in class. the side of your face is clear, everything around you blurred. like you were the only thing she was focusing on during class.

a phone number is scribbled on the corner.

your heart beats faster.

#zendaya #zendaya x y/n #zendaya x you #zendaya x reader #zendaya x fem!reader #zendaya x female!reader #artist!zendaya #zendaya blurb #zendaya imagine #zendaya fanfic

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#zendaya pics #zendaya #zendaya imagine

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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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