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slut-for-zendaya · 1 year

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zendaya with r who is 5’1 (like me ) always arguing with each other like “get your tall ass down here so i can tell you something “ and zendaya be like “ sorry you just disappeared “ also the are actres and everyone love the dynamic between them

thank you and may lord bless you ❤️❤️❤️

SUMMARY; zendaya and you are a couple, the whole world knows that, but you too have one thing that keeps you bickering the whole time.... your hight diffrence, not in a bad way tho A/N im so exited to write this, its my first time getting a request, this is my first time writing i know its going to be bad, but i hope u like it ..........................

"hey give it back" you were practically jumping as if ur life depends on it she was holding your script

you were to busy memorizing the script so she took it out of no where

"na uh" Zendaya smirked "make me" you sat on the floor and crossed your arm then pouted..

"its not my fault your a giant!"

Zendaya puts the script on the desk then sits next to you

"ur the small one" she snorted out, she looked at u, she's pretty sure u tried to fake getting mad right now

"i hate u" you said trying to fake it but as soon as u said it u leaned in Zendaya's now open arms

"you love me" she said confidently it was hot

every thing she did was hot

"yeah" you mumbled

she grabbed your chin so u can look at her she leaned in gave you a peck on the lips

then she pulled away "let's get going we are going to be late"

..................................

Butterflies erupt your stomach as she drapes an arm around your lower back

"What movie do u want to watch baby?" she asked u looking at the movies in front of her

"Z u know we aren't going to watch the movie, and start making out in the first 5 min" you said smirking

"Then we'll choose the worst one so no one can be there"

You hit her by your elbow a yelp escaped her mouth "what did I say?"

"No its not you. Its.... There are paparazzi" you whispered

"Where?" Zendaya asked clueless

"Your the tall one and you can see them great so she is a giant and blind" you snorted

"But in bed I'm 'so good' these are your words not mine" she mocked your voice

"I do not sound like that!" I frowned

"Yes, you do" she held you tighter

"Shut up"

"Ur cute when ur mad" she said admiring you

You felt your face getting hot, pretty sure you were as red as Tinkerbell right now

"You have said that more than a billion times you know that right?" You breathed out

"Eh" she said, "and dont worry about the paps they know we are dating so no big deal, besides jacob and tom are joining us"

"oh yeah i forgot, we should wait for them then pick a movie, they'll be pissed if we chose one" you snorted

you can see tom and jacob starting to make an apearence by how the paps started to call thier names

"whats upppppp!!" you said to jacob doing ur little handshake

"good, you?" he asked

"perfect"

you saw tom and gave him a hug

'hey, quackson, been long time since we've seen eachother"

he acted offended "Y/N I DO NOT SAY IT LIKE THAT"'

"mhm sure lets pick a movieeeeeee" zendaya said as her arms drapped around ur waist again.

zendaya felt you shiver a little

"are you cold down there?" she asked smirking

you elbowed her "its cold okay! and once again ur the giant one!" you huffed

"yall are bickering like teanage couples" tom said "but its cut tho" jacob chuckled

you and zendaya rolled ur eyes

"here take this" she took of her jacket and draped it around your shoulder

"noo you'll get cold" you said concerned

"dont worry the weather up here is not cold"

#zendaya x reader #zendaya #zendaya coleman #celeberity reader #tom holland #zendaya gf #jacob batalon #fluff #lgbtq #wising it could be in rl #love #couple #daya #mj x y/n #mj x reader #zendaya x y/n #zendaya x you

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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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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 (ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔) 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

✰ - Personal Favorite ✎ - Most inspired for rn

Billie Eilish ✎

nothing yet

Elizabeth Olsen

1. Paparazzi [fluff, angst-ish] ✰

2. Hostage Situation [fluff]

1. My Scientist [fluff]

Florence Pugh

nothing yet

Hailee Steinfield ✎

nothing yet

Jenna Ortega ✎

1. I Can’t Make You Love Me [angst] ✰

2. I Remember [angst, fluff]

3. The Night We Met [angst]

1. Celebrity News [fluff] pt. 2 [fluff] ✰

Kaylee Bryant

nothing yet

Madelyn Cline

nothing yet

Phoebe Bridgers ✎

nothing yet

Reneé Rapp

1. Stick Around [fluff]

nothing yet

Sadie Sink

nothing yet

Scarlett Johansson

nothing yet

Sydney Sweeney

nothing yet

Taylor Swift

nothing yet

Zendaya

nothing yet

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luvsersi · 2 years

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if ur comfortable could you write something where zendaya's not feeling the best on the day she's filming/having something major to do, so the reader goes along to make sure she looks after herself and eventually gets her home when she's feeling too sick?

if you cant tell im sick and lonely lol

Day off

zendaya x fem!actress!reader

A/n: hello my lovely! hopefully you’ve gotten better by now. so sorry it took so long ❤️‍🩹 if you’re feeling lonely you can always talk to me 🫶🏽

Warnings: mentions of blood (really slight, it’s not anything extreme), fainting

Word count: 1091

“Come on baby just stay home with me. I’ll make you my homemade ice cream just how you like it!” Zendaya stood still, considering your offer. She did really like your ice cream.

“Well- wait no stop bribing me like that!” She puffed your shoulder making you laugh a little.

She had caught a cold the night before and had only gotten worse. Her voice quite literally sounded like you were holding her nose while talking.

“Daya you cannot possibly go to work like this. Look at your face, you look like a goddamn tomato.” You weren’t even lying.

“I have to! We have an important day of shooting!” She said, putting on her sneakers and sweater.

“Okay well you know what? I’m coming with you, so you don’t overwork then.”

“I don’t know if they’re gonna allow that, I mean there are some plot twists here and there and I don’t know if they’re gonna allow you to be there due to spoiling you know-”

“Oh please.” You cut her off. “They know damn well you tell me everything when you get the new scripts.” You put on your boots and cardigan and opened the front door.

“Come on let’s go!” You clapped and rushed her out the door. “Do you have tissues?” You asked.

“No…” she looked down her feet.

“Well it’s good you have such an amazing girlfriend who takes such good care of you.” You told her and pulled out a package of tissues from your pocket to show her.

She smiled so her crooked tooth, which you found so cute popped out.

When you arrived at set both of you were immediately pulled away from each other. Zendaya by her hair and make up staff, and you from some extras who recognized you.

“Oh my god you’re Y/n Y/l/n!” An extra exclaimed making you turn around.

“Oh. Yeah, yeah hi! Listen I’d love to chat but I really need to find Zendaya…” you trailed off looking for her. You got stopped multiple times by people recognizing you, still not being able to find Zendaya.

“Excuse me! Hi! Do you by any chance know where Zendaya is?” You asked a random important-looking person.

“Yeah she’s starting filming, right over there.” He pointed at one of the sets. You thanked the man and rushed over to see her.

She was standing surrounded by a bunch of people, about to film when she noticed you. She waved and gestured you to come over.

“Are you feeling any better?” You asked her.

“Yeah! Yeah I’m feeling way better. I’m about to film the big scene I told you about.” She did not look or sound as fine as she claimed to be.

“Okay well don’t do any crazy stuff. I’ll be right over here.” You told her and she nodded.

You watched her act and were absolutely mesmerized by her. It felt so unreal seeing her act her heart out right in front of you. Some time passed and all of the actors got a five minute break.

“You were so amazing baby!” You kissed her forehead.

“Yeah thanks!” She said but seemed a little off.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, scrunching your eyebrows.

“Oh nothing! I just feel a little dizzy but it’s okay! I have to finish this scene right quick.”

“Oh. Okay well are you sure?” She nodded at you and got back to the others.

You watched her act and yet again she was amazing. A few minutes in she started to seem sort of off. He voice cracked a few times and you could see her face becoming more and more pale.

You sat up from your chair and walked as close to the scene as you could, without getting in the way of the camera. Nobody really did anything because her character was supposed to be upset and yelling so everyone just assumed it was part of her acting. She continued act out her lines without anyone stopping her.

“And you know what? I’m done with your shit!” Her character yelled.

“It’s so typical- it’s- it’s so- it’s so typical- it’s..” she trailed off and suddenly you saw her eyes flicker. Her feet trembled and you ran over to catch her right before she hit the ground.

Next thing she knew, she was laying in bed looking at your back.

“What happened?” She groaned, sitting up a little. You turned around and smiled.

“You’re awake! How do you feel?”

“I’m okay I guess.. what happened to you?” She pointed at your forehead in concern which had a white bandaid with a little bit of blood on it.

“Oh.” You laughed. “Funny story actually. You were about to faint on set so I decided I wanted to play hero and try to catch you. Unfortunately I was not strong enough to catch your fall, so I fell to the ground, with you right on top of me. So I was kind of your landing pillow.”

She chuckled a little by the thought of her falling on top of you.

“Does it still hurt?” She asked.

“Oh no I’m fine! Really I am, it’s just a scratch.”

She was about to get up but you stopped her and pushed her back in bed.

“Baby I really want you to rest. Please. You have a really bad fever and I don’t want you to faint again. If there’s anything you need just tell me and I’ll get it for you.”

She was about to protest telling you she felt better, but felt a sharp headache hit her and decided not to say anything. She simply nodded.

“Okay I will. Thank you. I love you.” She smiled and took your hand.

“I love you too.” You got her under the comforter and tucked her in.

“Look I made a little station for you.” You said and nodded at the table next to her. She looked over and saw you had filled it with all kinds of stuff. Her favorite candies, tissues, gum, juice, soda and water.

“Oh my god Y/n darling, you didn’t have to.”

“Oh please, you deserve it. You’ve been working so hard and you need a break.”

You got up and was about to let go of her hand. She held tighter so you couldn’t get up.

“Noo where are you going?” She complained.

“Relax, I’m just going downstairs to get the ice cream I made earlier.” You laughed.

“You made ice cream?” She squealed, getting excited.

“Yes I did! You find a movie and I’ll be back. Then we can cuddle. Deal?”

“Deal.”

#zendaya #sersi writes #zendaya x reader #zendaya x y/n #zendaya x fem!reader #zendaya fluff #fluff #zendaya x you #zendaya coleman #wlw fluff

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lit-80soul · 1 year

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I need to say that i love you

Michelle "MJ" Jones x fem!reader

*this one was heavily inspired by this perfect song:

warnings: cigarettes, little tension (a good kind, trust me), my writing.

word count: 1772

(Y/n) and MJ had arrived at the fair without any problems. MJ had put the location on her cell phone and found the street, now closed because of the event, easily. They walked through the huge exposition of the fair. It was literally the whole street and it was very wide too, which was great because there were many, many shelves, so they weren't so close to each other. MJ and (Y/n) went together to several booths, they talked, laughed as always in a light and comfortable atmosphere that always happened when they were together.

Many times exchanging glances and discreet, but noticeable smiles. Like a whisper in your ear, like a secret confided to you, or a sensation so delicious, so particular that you feel like keeping it all to yourself.

Usually it was MJ who observed her the most. With her head tilted a little down due to their height difference. She liked to observe (Y/n) talking. How she talked to the salesmen about the books, she spoke very well. Almost no slang unlike herself, as if she were a book. But for MJ she must have been poetry, because they were a little hard to read, but when understood, they were simply the most beautiful and sophisticated art.

She also enjoyed admiring the redhead, even if from a distance now, because each went to a booth to look for books that interested her the most. MJ smiled weakly admiring the way her frown creased a little and how she gnawed the nail of her right thumb a little when she was concentrating. She stood a little bent over the book in her hand as she read its back cover. Every little detail about her seemed fascinating and the girl wanted to know more and more, as did that different feeling in her stomach that grew bigger and bigger when she thought about her.

For some reason she sighed still looking at her and decided to look down, she realized that she was in front of some children who wanted to look at some comic books that MJ was blocking her view of.

— Sorry guys — she stepped to the side looking at the three children. — Y’all want to see, right?

— Miss, can you get that one for me? It's too tall — the little boy, looking about 8 years old and with some missing front teeth, asked pointing to a comic book that was on a shelf.

— This one? — she asked, pointing to a “new issue of Spider-Man and Deadpool”. The boy nodded enthusiastically.

— Good choice — she said handing it to him, and the boy thanked her, and before she knew it. She started a conversation with the children filled with comic books in her hands and crouched down at their height discussing superheroes.

(Y/n) bought another book and, after thanking the sellerman, began to search for MJ with her eyes. Frowning when she couldn't find her, she remembered that the biggest one said she would be around. (Y/n) had the chance to buy a souvenir for MJ when she noticed that she was absorbed in everything around her looking at the cover of a book and when she returned the girl was in the same place, but now she was no longer. (Y/n) turned her body and noticed that MJ was talking excitedly with children. Two boys and a little girl. MJ made the children laugh and she herself smiled sometimes.

(Y/n) let her joy show with a chaste smile watching her, MJ had a way with children.

The mothers of the little ones appeared and after the three waved good-bye to the oldest as they walked away and MJ reciprocated, she stood and as the magnetism of (Y/n)'s gaze, MJ looked for her in the same place she was watching from afar and found her looking at her with a smile. MJ smiled weakly and drew her eyebrows together in a funny expression as if asking what was happening to (Y/n). Why the (y/h/c) haired girl was looking at her like that?

But before they could have any other kind of interaction, a rainstorm caught everyone there by surprise. The rain started suddenly without giving any indication in the clear sky that it was coming. Suddenly the heavy rain that started out of nowhere and closed the weather with you made MJ have only one reaction: to quickly approach (Y/n) and take her by the hand. (Y/n) let herself be guided by MJ while they looked for a marquee or somewhere to protect themselves from the rain like the people there. The fair was open-air, only the stands had a small awning to protect the books.

They both walked quickly through the rain, but that didn't stop them from getting very wet due to the intensity of the sudden rain.

MJ struggled to see a store that seemed to be closed with a small roof in front. She and (Y/n) arrived there completely soaked and panting. And holding hands, their fingers intertwined tightly as if they could get lost in that crowd yet, or because they didn't want to lose that pleasant contact even without touching that they had been holding hands all this time.

(Y/n)'s surprisingly sudden laugh made MJ look at her now. The laughter started brief and weak and began to escalate into a bigger level with the confused look MJ threw at the redhead. (Y/n) put her hand in front of her mouth without stopping laughing yet, MJ started laughing too because the redhead's laughter was contagious.

— Why are you laughing, you crazy? — MJ says between giggles still and shaking her head. (Y/n) stops laughing slowly, recovering when MJ pulls a wet strand of hair away from her face. She was too close again — Well, how nice that you regained your sanity, Y/L/N.

Just the opposite, thought the redhead.

— You're going to catch a cold — MJ comments, taking off her jacket and handing it to her. (Y/n) didn't accept it, she just looked at her with a frown.

— Oh, and you're not going?

— No, I never get sick.

— Sure, Jan — (Y/n) rolled her eyes, but then smiled right after.

— I'm wearing a sleeve shirt, I'll be fine. You're wearing a cropped top. Here — she insisted, offering the jacket in her hand again.

— No need to, MJ, i'll be fine.

— (Y/n), you made me wear sunscreen against my will, so it's only fair that you accept my jacket." The big girl simply put the leather jacket that was dry inside on (Y/n)'s back and slung it over her body by her shoulders. (Y/n) was clearly cold and hugging her own body. — Can you please just shut up and take it? Thanks.

— Bossy.

— Look who's talking... — MJ hisses raising her eyebrows quickly.

— What was that? — The smaller one narrows her eyes at her trying to hide a small smile that wants to form with the silly expression on her face that MJ made, as if she were a cute little child caught for doing something stupid.

— I didn't say anything!

— Yes, you did! — she laughed and started tickling MJ's belly, who was pulling away from her because she knew that the redhead knew her weak spot. They started laughing, one because of the tickling and the other simply because she got carried away by the laughter and the way her eyes almost closed when she laughed like that. — You said I'm bossy!

— No, I didn't! — MJ laughed even harder — Even though you are!

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped for a second and she moved away from the big girl. She straightened the jacket that was almost falling off her shoulders and pointed at MJ with her index finger.

— Take it back right now, Jones.

— Uh, Y/L/N… I'm so scared...

— Okay, you asked for it...

— Wait... n-no! No! I was kidding...

Eventually MJ managed to pin both of (Y/n)'s hands above her head after several laughs. (Y/n) was almost leaning back against the glass of the closed store behind her. Her (y/e/c) eyes were locked on the brown ones that were staring back at her intensely. It seemed like an eternity of time as it always was when the two girls looked at each other. The bubble they created around themselves seemed impenetrable. MJ took another step forward and looked at the hands that delicately held (Y/n)'s wrists and she made her hands intertwine, now consciously, not by instinct.

She knew and didn't know at the same time what she was doing. Part of her was only responding to what seemed to be the call of the magnetism she seemed to have to (Y/n)'s body, it seemed that she was always driven closer to her.

(Y/n) watched the larger one's movements and then her gaze went back up to her eyes, brown and a little dilated now. Then they wandered to MJ's mouth that had just become more eye-catching with the glow that her own tongue left there after wetting her lips with her tip quickly.

(Y/n) tried to control the beating of her own heart that began to speed up inside her chest as she swallowed dryly and looked again into MJ's intense, eager eyes. Again time seemed to pass so slowly, but torturously this time for some reason.

— Hey, you two. You're going to catch a cold.

Their little moment was interrupted by a sweet, gentle, yet concerned voice. They turned away and saw a short black lady with her body leaning forward, indicating a slight hump from years of bad posture. She had warm, tender black eyes.

— Come in, this rain doesn't look like it's going to stop now — the lady gestured for the two to enter. The lady came in, holding her pink coat around her body, waiting for the girls inside. (Y/n) looked at MJ quickly and gave her a dull smile for not knowing what to do right, she usually smiled when she was nervous. She then walked hurriedly to the entrance of the store holding her jacket and then disappeared from MJ's view.

The black woman sighed audibly since no one would really hear, trying to calm herself from what had almost happened now. She put her hands in her jacket pocket to get a cigarette, but remembered that she didn't have them or the jacket.

— Fuck... — she muttered to herself and took another deep breath before entering the store.

#i also listened to “i couldn't be more in love” by the 1975 #tumblrfic #mj jones #mj jones x reader #mj jones x you #zendaya #zendaya x you #Spotify #marvel

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sadisticsongbird · 10 months

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should i try my hand at writing for zendaya? or mj? or any of her other characters?

#zendaya #zendaya x reader #zendaya x you #mj x reader #mj x you

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hemmingsleclerc · 4 months

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''Is it obvious?'' Timothée Chalamet

timothée chalamet x fem!reader

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ynln miss shooting w these people

username ugh I would love to know if timmy and yn know each other in rl

username fav cast ever

username give us more bts pics!!!

zendaya my girlllll ❤️

tomholland13 🙌

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tchalamet DUNE BTS

username since when yn follows timmy omg

username for a while now!!!

username YES KINGGG

username does anyone know if zendaya and timmy are dating?

username Idk but some fans say she has something with tom

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enews timothee chalamet was seen with a girl in the airport this morning looking very close sources confirm

username WHAT HOW WHEN!?

username WHO IS SHEEEEE

username I think I know that sweater

username pls everyone can have a sweater of that color...

username he looks so happy😭💕

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yndaily NO WAY YN AND TIMOTHÉE KISSING TODAY IN NY

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username I KNEW IT ''JUST FRIENDS'' MY ASS

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tchalamet MY GIRL!!!! ❤️💃💃💋

zendaya 🥺💕

tomholland congrats mates!

blakelively so so happy for you two!!

vancityreynolds blake's crying for you but anyway, congratulations kids! but keep those photos for yourselves xx

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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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rues-daya · 2 years

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gonna be doing some request later on this week so until then here is another little zendaya instagram au !!

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yourinstagram: * inserts really cool caption *

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y/nfan123 oh damn

y/nfan18 let me take you on a date pls

zendayafan01 😍

madelame holy -

alexademie yes ma’am 🖤

hunterschafer you and only you at the moment

zendayafan02 zendaya watch out, I’m coming for your girl

maudeapatow 😍🖤😍🖤

anguscloud 😎

zendaya now give me a warning next time 😍

yourinstagram where is the fun in that ;)

y/nfan09 I hate being single

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zendayafan00 now stop it Z

hunterschafer 😻😻

maudeapatow sunshine!!! ☀️

alexademie 💋✨

y/nfan09 sheesh idk if I want too be y/n or be Zendaya

y/nfan11 I think I forgot how too breath for a second

zendayafan032 marry me, marry me right now , please and thank you 💍

yourinstagram get in line pal

y/nfan122 Y/N!!!

lifeisaloha sheesh 😎

yourinstagram let’s get married

yourinstagram like wow

yourinstagram I’m speechless, love you so much 😍

zendaya 🥺♥️

yourinstagram story

zendaya story

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controld3vil · 28 days

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sand walking?

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.

notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo

“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.

The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.

Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.

“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”

“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”

“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.” A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . “Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”

Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.

Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.

Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.

This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.

The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"

"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.

"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"

Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"

"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.

Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.

"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.

"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.

"I had to!"

"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.

"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.

Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."

"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.

"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.

The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."

"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.

"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.

Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.

Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.

Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.

Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"

You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.

"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.

Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"

"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.

Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"

"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.

"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.

"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.

"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.

And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"

There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.

The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"

It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"

"I'm doing good!"

"Going great!"

The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.

Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.

"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.

"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.

The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"

"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.

"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.

Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."

As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.

"I am pretty good at flirting,"

"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.

"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.

"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"

It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.

"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.

"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"

"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"

"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.

Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.

Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.

Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.

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slut-for-zendaya · 1 year

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intimate awkward

this is a spideychelle one-shot and i am so incredibly sorry for not posting anything for that long and please send requests ================================================Peter was kissing her. MJ pressed against him. Her backpack was on the floor, Peter still had his on. Her jeans felt tight, her stupid underwear was kind of giving her a wedgie. Her skin felt too tight. But in a good way. Peter pressed her closer to the wall. It was really good.

It was a very deserted hallway in their school. They were at school. Peter put his hands on the wall, on either side of her head. Peter was so strong, though. It was a little scary, not in a good way. She was boxed in. Even if Peter would never. She reached for his bicep, her fingers digging in.

He was smart, too. He put his arm down and his one hand behind his back. That was hot. He was warm, warm against her. He kissed along her jaw. She grabbed at his hair. She pushed against him. He was making this low noise, like, primal. MJ shifted her hips up. That was definitely -- she was feeling his penis. She wanted to. Right now.

Peter stepped back. She said, "Yeah. Yup. We should not make out in school."

"Yeah," Peter said. "That's a bad idea. Right?"

"Yeah," she said. "I mean, good thing we both realized that. I was almost ready to go pretty far."

"Yeah?" He took her hand and waited for her to pick up her backpack. "Pretty far?"

"We're not having sex at Midtown," MJ said.

"Nooo," Peter said. He squeezed her hand a little painfully before he relaxed. "No, we aren't."

"I bet you don't, you don't have one of those stupid condoms in your wallet, do you? That's so cliche. And then it breaks and we're having a baby! Except why we're having a baby when abortion is still legal, I never get that," she said. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"Yeah," Peter said. "I don't have a condom in my wallet. I don't. So I guess I'd get you pregnant because we were unprepared."

"Why would we still have sex if we didn't have a condom?" They were already outside the school, walking towards the subway. "I guess if we were still in the school, you could go to the nurse's office. You know they have condoms."

"I think they have them stashed everywhere," Peter said. "But we're not doing, no sex in school, right?"

"Definitely not with how your voice keeps going up," MJ said.

"Sorry, I didn't realize sex was even on the table," Peter said.

"But it's not, no condom," MJ said.

"But if I had one, then we would? There would be a table," Peter said.

"I don't know," MJ said. They got on the train. "Sorry if I'm being a sex freak."

"Noooo," Peter said. "No."

"I'm being weird," MJ said.

"Yeah," Peter said. "But I love that. I like that about you." He gripped her thigh. "You're awesome."

"You, too," she said.

A few days later they were in his room, on his bottom bunk bed. She liked that he seemed happy she was on top of him. She liked kissing him. He ran his hands up and down her sides. She'd thought maybe his hands would feel weird. Because of Spider-man. But he felt normal to her. He kept pushing up her shirt and then it would fall down. She sat up and took off her shirt.

He said, "Pretty." He traced the lace edge of her bralette. "I don't know why I was picturing something in grey, no lace or pictures."

"You have very dull fantasies of me," she said.

"No, no," Peter said. He smiled and shifted under her. He was erect again.

She shifted back and put her flat palm on him, where his penis was. He groaned a little. He said, "Hey, hey, I don't want to, um."

"Sorry, sorry," she said as she moved back and sat between his legs.

"No, no, I liked that, I'm good with that, I just, um, I don't want to, um --"

"Come?" She smiled. "Why not?"

He laughed. "Well, like, right now, I've got my jeans on, it would be a mess."

MJ said, "We can, we can fix that. I don't mind."

"I'm, I'm okay with that," Peter said. He reached down and started undoing his jeans. She pushed his hands away and unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. MJ tugged his jeans down to around his knees and then quietly did the same with his grey underwear. Then she scooted forward and sat on his bare legs.

"Huh," she said. First penis up close and personal. She went to touch him, her hand just barely on him. He shook a little and stared up at the bottom of the top bunk. "Still okay? Am I doing something wrong?"

"Nope, no, no," Peter said. "I just haven't, you know --"

"Oh," she said. "With people around. I can't believe you haven't been to any orgies."

He propped himself up on his elbows. His t-shirt was riding up on his fantastic abs. He said, "Yeah. No orgies." He reached under the bed and handed her some paper tissue.

"Do I use this to touch you?"

"No, no, like, for after," he said. His face was so red.

"Yup," she said. "Yeah, got it. Wait, do I need, like, something? Isn't there a, jokes about lotion? Are those real?"

"Are your hands dry?" Peter was biting his bottom lip. "Like when you jerk off, um, masturbate --"

She looked down at her hands. "This will be less awkward after we actually do it, I think."

"Can't be more," he said.

Then they were both sort of giggling. She licked her hand a few times and lightly held his penis. Peter arched up into her hand. She said, "Not too hard, right? I mean, me. No squeezing. I did some, uh, I read some stuff."

"Yup," he said. "All good."

She figured out what he liked, did what he liked. He grunted when he came and she remembered the paper tissue so everything didn't go everywhere. He was breathing very deeply for a full minute. "That was nice," he said.

She said, "Is May coming back soon?"

"Yeah," he said. They went to the bathroom and she washed her hands and then left him to his whatever after.

She sat on the couch and looked at her hands. It felt good. She felt good. She'd made him come. She really wanted to sketch his penis. Peter sat down next to her. "Hey," he said. He put his arm around her. She snuggled in.

MJ said, "Next time I'll get naked, but, like, I know you watch porn and I'm telling you now that is not how mine looks. I'm sixteen, I don't shave or get waxes."

"I don't watch porn," Peter said. "I told you I rented one, when I was in Germany. And I've seen some, you know."

"Yeah, I love to imagine you masturbating in some huge hotel room, watching weird German porn," she said. She smiled a little.

Peter shifted a little on the couch. "It wasn't weird. It was just two, three people having sex. Not in a dungeon or anything. In a room. And another room. And the two women, they were, um. They weren't super skinny with huge breasts. They had, um, more, like, they weren't super skinny."

MJ laughed. "It's not a triumph of body positivity or feminism, or whatever that the porn you watched had white women who weren't, like, less average body types."

Peter said, "I know. I'm just saying it wasn't weird. They just had sex. The three of them."

"I'm so proud of you," MJ said, laughing again.

"I'm much more excited about being with you," he said, quietly.

"Of course, I'm hot and right here."

He said, "That's really all." He rubbed her thigh. "This feels less awkward."

"Totally," she said. "Still awkward, but less."

Peter said, "It's the two of us, we're never going to reach awkward zero. I like that." He hugged her closer and kissed her. It was pretty great.

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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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