#zendaya x fem!reader

[xoluvx]

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 &lt;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.

[infernalodie]

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

𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐚

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

Inspo: Joji - Die For You

Pairing: Zendaya x Black!Male!reader

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

Warnings: Angst and a bittersweet ending

Words: 1711

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pft, easier said than done…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do what I couldn’t, Tom.

[luvsersi]

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.”

[celebtattletale]

for the 1k celebaration: ✈️ (jetting off): zendaya and foreign actress!reader and z meeting reader's non english speaking family and the friends for the first time

okay so i imagine zendaya trying to learn a bit of reader’s language so that she can talk to them

but her grammar’s not that great so no-one can really tell what she’s saying

and she actually tries really hard and reader’s family appreciate it a lot

her family can also speak a tiny bit of english

but like only the simple stuff like ‘hello, my name is…’

so reader has to act as translator most of the time

but her family are sooo welcoming

like offering food and hugs and asking z questions about herself through reader

and z appreciates it a lot

because she was super nervous about meeting them because like

this is the family of the person she wants to spend her life with

and she had to win over the more protective members of reader’s family

which was made kind of hard with the language barrier

but it all went well

and reader was sooooo happy that her girlfriend and her family get on

[goldsainz]

TOUCH IT — one shot.

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @woweewoowa @forza55 @ihrtdan @ravisinghs-wife @messycigarette @hobiismyhopeu

request: “it's a lewis hamilton + "touch it" by ariana grande 🥹”

NOTE: this song is amazing! had the best time listening to it while writing this. i hope i did this idea justice, im pretty content with how this turned out. sorry for how i long it took me to get to this 🫶 (also this won’t get a second part)

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yourusername with the bestest boy

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ynfan1 you can’t just post this while we’re all scrambling to see if you’re single or not😭

tchalamet he’s got better drip than you.

⤷ yourusername he’s richer than you. how about that.

⤷ tchalamet okay now.

ynfan2 oh she is slaying even while going through a break up… cunty behaviour all around

lewisfan1 ARE YOU AND DAD STILL TOGETHER OR NOT??

ynfan3 roscoe is a child of divorce💔

lewisfan2 lewis liking from his account AND roscoe’s account… this man is not serious

⤷ ynfan4 need a man who’s obsessed with me like this

ynfan5 her being a dog mum is everything to me

lewisfan3 can’t believe lewis fumbled this hard

ynfan6 so y/n gets visitation for roscoe??

⤷ ynfan7 roscoe would throw a fit if he didn’t get to see her that’s his mum fr

yourusername posted an instagram story!

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lewishamilton Living without you is not truly living.

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yourusername never being without you again 🤍

⤷ lewishamilton A month without you felt like a year.

⤷ ynfan21 A MONTH?! WDYM A MONTH?!?!

lewisfan21 mama y papa

lewisfan22 their break hit harder than my parents divorce

roscoelovescoco Thank you’s for bringing’s mum’s back

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ynfan21 thank you for the y/n pics kind sir🙏

lewisfan23 these two are my roman empire

lewisfan24 the most iconic couple iktr

ynfan22 THE SECOND PIC😭

sebastianvettel After all the pining I had to hear from you both, you better get married!

⤷ lewishamilton Working on it.

⤷ yourusername I’m sorry… WHAT?

⤷ mickschumacher I claim being the flower boy

⤷ landonorris Y/N likes me more.

⤷ yourusername debatable

⤷ landonorris WOW.

⤷ lewishamilton …I haven’t even proposed yet.

⤷ sebastianvettel We’re all waiting for you😊

[shayyprasad]

shay's 100 follower celebration masterlist

the link to the event here!

perfect (tom holland x singer!reader)- you've just got back from tour, and tom's the first one waiting at the airport.

baby jam (older!reader x older!peter)- in which you and peter welcome home a little girl. your little girl.

taglist @whatsupstark @ell0ra-br3kk3r @idli-dosa @susvale @kdbsr-h @littlemsbumblebee

[bentdownspoon]

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

Snippet:

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.

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.

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.

[honeybear-yammy]

Love Note

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Pairings: Rue Bennett x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N's girlfriend, Rue writers her a love note on Valentine's Day.

Character: Rue Bennett (played by Zendaya)

Show: Euphoria

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

Dear Y/N,

Hey baby. I'm sorry that you're just getting this note from me but, I promise you will see me later tonight. I am just finishing up part of your surprise so, I thought I would write you a note.

First off I should just say, Happy Valentine's Day love. I love you so much, I really do. I honestly don't know what I would do without you in my life. I think I'd be lost without you and I don't want to know what it feels like to not have you in my life.

So, about that surprise I was telling you about earlier, I'll be picking you up tonight. I'll message you when I will be coming to get you. I will obviously let you know an hour or so ahead of time so you can get ready.

I am so excited for you to see what I have put together for you. I really hope you will love it. I get worried sometimes that you might not like it or hate it. And I know how snoopy you are so, don't start messaging me asking me what it is because, I won't tell you.

I mean it would not be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?

I also just wanted to write you this note because I wanted you to know how much I love you. I mean, I love you so much I don't even know if words could express how in love with you I am. I mean before I met you I was not in the best place but, you lifted me up.

You have always helped me. Even before we started dating you were always there for me no matter what and I will forever be grateful for that and for you. I honestly still am so shocked that you felt the same way about me as I felt about you.

I honestly thought I would get rejected. I mean, you are so gorgeous and funny and adorable and you have this big amazing personality, who wouldn't want you? Plus, I know I did have competition at the time we met too.

I'm just so glad that you wanted me and that you wanted me for me. Anyways, I'll message you the time soon so you may want to start to get ready soon. 

I love you so much babe. See you soon.

Love, Rue.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[mxltifxnd0m]

𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

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Summary: He still loves you, but you’ve already moved on without him.

Pairings: past!Tom Holland x fem!Reader (implied famous reader)

Word count: 2K+

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Warnings: a smidge of fluff, angst, some cursing, a sad ending

Flashbacks will be in italics

A/N: I’m back for now, due to Conan’s new album releasing, which has sparked some inspiration and motivation for me to write this angsty one-shot. Also, if you guys guessed who her new boyfriend was since I dropped a couple of hints, you get a gold star! (i might start writing for him but I’m still on the fence about it lol) 

Also. thank you to the love of my life @songofpatrochilless for beta reading for me and i love you a lot <3

𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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Lyrics used: “I can't be your friend, can't be your lover

Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love

With somebody other than me”

“I wish that you would stay in my memories”

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He shouldn’t be here. He knows that, but here he is on your doorstep, hesitating to knock on the door. The only reason he hasn’t knocked on your door is that his mind is drowning in memories of the two of you together, and of the last time, he saw you standing at this same doorway. 

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11 months ago

“I can’t keep doing this anymore.” You tell Tom wearily. 

“Doing what?” He asks you exasperatedly. You gesture between the two of you, standing across from him, chest heaving from the screaming match that just occurred.

“This, Tom! The constant arguments we’ve been having lately, you going out more and more, not telling me where or who you’re going out with, and not coming back until 3 am,” you sigh tiredly, massaging your temples to try to relieve some of the stress and frustration you feel, “I feel more like a roommate that you sleep with than an actual girlfriend.” 

“You are my girlfriend,” Tom says weakly. “ Well, it sure doesn’t feel that way, Thomas.” Tom winces at the mention of his full name, only ever used in anger, just like now. 

“Why can’t you tell me what’s going on with you Tom, something is going on, and you won’t let me in.” Tom clenches his jaw and looks away from your eyes. How is he supposed to tell you that he cheated on you? He does love you, he loves you with all of his heart, but god he couldn’t resist her. 

“I’m fine.” He grits out. 

“See now that’s just bullshit!” You exclaim, fed up with him being so closed off when all you want him to do is open up and just talk to you. 

“All I want for you to do is just talk to me, Tom.” The words end in a whisper, the frustration seeping out and turning into heartbroken desperation.

Your voice softer than earlier. 

Tom just stares at you, debating whether or not he should tell you the truth or not. You stare right back at him, you can almost see the gears working in his head, and there’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher. 

Guilt?

What was he guilty about?

What did he do?

After a few moments of silence, Tom clears his throat, and you look at him expectantly.

“I umm, I fucked up and I-. shit, I cheated on you.” Tom blurts out. He winces at how blunt his response was and studies your face at you for any changes in emotion. 

You just stood there, your face not showing any emotions you may be feeling right now, but you felt your heart crack and shatter. Tom can see your eyes start to water and he instinctively reaches out to you to try to comfort you. You step back and he falters. You rub your face in hopes you don’t start crying and wrap your arms around yourself as a form of comfort. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Oh.” You look down at your feet, suddenly interested in the rug you’re standing on.

“That’s all you’re going to say, ‘Oh?’ Tom asks you. “Well, what do you want me to say when your boyfriend tells you that they cheated on you!” You raise your voice as you finish your sentence. 

Tom just stays silent, looking around the apartment, avoiding your eyes. You say something so quietly that Tom barely heard it. 

“What did you just say?” 

“I’m done.” You say louder. 

“You’re done? With what?” Tom asks stupidly. 

“I’m done with you, the fighting, and this relationship.”

“Wait no, babe, let's talk about this.” Tom starts to sputter out excuses but you just raise your hand to cut him off. 

“No Tom, I thought we could work this out, the arguments, and whatnot. I trusted you fully and even confided in you that in the past this has happened to me before. The funny thing is that you promised me that you weren’t like the others I dated, but I guess we were both wrong.” You were so close to breaking down in front of Tom but you wanted to wait until he left.

Before he could get a word out, you interrupt him, “I hope she was worth our relationship Tom. But get out and stay out.” 

And he did. 

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You hear faint knocks on your door. You don’t think anything of it and snuggle more into the warm body that’s right next to you. Then you hear the knocks become louder, and you look at your alarm clock on your nightstand to see that it was 2:45 am and groan softly. 

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” You grumble. Now the hard part was getting out of your boyfriend's grip. You try to ease out of his arms as best you can but you’re unsuccessful and he wakes up. 

“Why are you up m’love?” He asks you while tightening his arms around you. 

“Someone’s knocking on the door and I know you have an early morning so I was going to get it.” You tell Harry. 

He lets go of you, “Come back quick, need your cuddles to keep warm.” You just smile at him and kiss his forehead before going to answer the door. 

At this point, the knocking has become incessant and without checking the peephole, you whip open the door to see the last person you wanted to see at 2:45 in the morning.

There stands Tom Holland, soaking wet from the rain, his brown eyes bloodshot, and you can smell alcohol coming from him. He trails his eyes up and down your body, he sees you’re wearing fluffy socks, some shorts that get hidden by the oversized hoodie you’re wearing, and “pleasing” is written across the hoodie, which sounds familiar to Tom.

Shocked, you ask him why he’s at your doorstep. 

“I don’t know.” He slurs out. 

Sighing, you gesture for him to come inside and close the door behind you. You rest your forehead on the door, the cool temperature calming you down for the shitshow that is about to happen. 

“I’m going to ask you again, why are you here at 3 in the morning?” 

He just shrugs and heads to the kitchen in a drunken stupor. Confused, you follow him to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. 

Tom does know why he’s here, he’s missed you a lot. But he wouldn’t admit that to anyone, so he buried himself in his work and went to parties every other night to avoid his feelings about you. The reason he had set off tonight and drank more than he usually does was an article. He read the headline, “Y/N L/N has a new beau?” and saw a picture of you with sunglasses, a hat, and a mask holding a tattooed arm while turning the corner. They hadn’t managed to take a picture of the person you were with, but the fans were able to identify the tattoos belonging to a certain celebrity. 

You realize that Tom isn’t going to say anything, so you debate about throwing him out but you aren’t that cruel, so you just pull a water bottle from the fridge and hand it to him. He accepts it and starts to drink it. 

“I missed you,” Tom says breaking the silence that had settled between the two of you. You don’t say anything which prompts Tom to continue. 

“After we separated, I was a mess and I am still a mess. I buried myself with alcohol and parties to distract from the emptiness that was there and tonight I wasn’t planning on going out but then I saw that article about you and something in me snapped. One thing led to another and I somehow ended up here.” 

You stay silent after his drunken rant, processing his words and letting out a heavy sigh. 

“Are you going to say something, anything?” Tom pleads.

“What do you want me to say, Tom?” 

“I don’t know,” He admits, “I thought it would have taken longer to move on from you.” 

“So you just showed up at 3 in the morning to confess that you still miss me?” You scoff. 

“No, you don’t get to do that, Tom. I didn’t show up drunk at your apartment every time I saw you out with the person you cheated on me with.” You shake your head in disbelief at Tom.

 “It took me months for me to get over you and trust someone to get into a relationship with.”

“And now you’re here half-drunk in my kitchen just because you were jealous at the fact I had finally moved on. God, I wish that you would stay in my memories.” You seethe out at Tom and he recoils at your words. 

“No, it isn’t like that.” Tom slightly raises his voice. 

“No? Then please explain, Tom. Explain why you thought it was a good idea to cheat on me first and then get jealous when I’m finally happy with someone else other than you!” You yelled, frustration lacing every word.  

“Because I still love you !” Tom shouts. 

You both fall silent at his admission, the only sounds are the labored breathing coming from both you and Tom, and the rain pattering on the windows. You hear a creak in the floorboard and you whip around to see your boyfriend out of bed rubbing his eyes.

“What’s happenin’ here?” He asks tiredly. Tom’s body tenses at the sight of your new boyfriend and his jaw clenched before looking down at his water bottle.

“Shit babe, I forgot you were asleep still.”

“S’fine lovie. Why is he here.” He gestures to Tom with a nod of his head. 

“He decided to pick up the stuff he left here.”

“At 3 am?” Harry questions.

You leave the kitchen and pull your boyfriend into the hallway leading to your shared bedroom. You explained the situation to him. 

“And he just confessed to still loving me and that’s when you came in.” You rubbed your forehead in frustration and Harry grabs your hand from your face, presses a few kisses to it, and rubs circles into it.

“Do you want me to handle it?” He asks you. 

“No, I can do it, just go back to bed and I’ll be there shortly.” 

Harry nods and kisses your forehead, making you slightly melt, and heads back to the bedroom. Tom watches the entire interaction with his jaw tight, squeezing the life out of the water bottle, and filled with jealousy. Turning back into the kitchen you grab the bag that is filled with Tom’s stuff you packed a couple of months ago, and you hand it to him once you reach the kitchen. 

“Look, Tom, you just can’t spring up the fact that you still love me since I don’t feel that way anymore, I can't be your friend, can't be your lover, can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love with somebody other than me.”

Tom is hurt but he just nods in understanding, taking the bag filled with his stuff, you both head to the door. Before he leaves he says something. 

“Can I- umm, could I get one last hug?” He asks you shyly, almost embarrassed.

You soften at his words and wordlessly say yes by opening your arms and wrapping your arms around him. He shoves his face into your neck, breathing it in like he’s trying to commit it to memory. You felt some wetness on your neck but didn’t say anything and let him hug you. After a while, he lets go and sniffles a bit but smiles at you.

“Do you have a ride?” You ask him while opening the door for him. 

“No but I think I’ll be fine, the rain will help me sober up a bit more.” He tells you as he steps out of the apartment 

You just raise an eyebrow at him but nod anyway. Before you close your door, Tom whispers, “Goodbye.” 

“Bye Tom, I wish you well.” You tell him softly before shutting the door completely. 

You rest your head on the door before returning to bed with your boyfriend. 

[slut-for-zendaya]

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.

[xoluvx]

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.

[infernalodie]

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[luvsersi]

Hello! Can you do a headcanon of enemies to lovers with Zendaya x actress!reader?

Zendaya enemies to lovers headcanons (actress!reader)

A/n: this was kinda more of a rivals to lovers thing yk

warnings: none (:

Let’s get something clear: she’d be intimidated by you. She’d hate you because she wanted that oscar for best actress and she was 99% sure you’d get it because of how amazing an actress you were.

There was constantly something. It was either stuff like glares at each other, or fights about who should get the last pudding cup which became so bad it ended up with the two of you throwing tables and chairs at each other, screaming.

After that day, directors made sure both of you had your own food stations. They couldn’t risk loosing actresses as successful as either of you.

Even though you hated each other you still had to do scenes. Both of you were great actors so nothing felt forced on screen, but as soon as the cameras cut it was like you didn’t even know each other.

You’d catch her looking in your direction a few times, and catch yourself doing the same towards her. You didn’t think more about it until your kiss scene came up.

When you first leaned into the kiss you didn’t expect anything. In fact you just expected to hate her even more.

As soon as you kissed her you felt sparks in your stomach. It was so weird because you’ve never felt this way before.

You didn’t stop kissing until the director yelled ‘cut!’ and you had to lean away.

A couple days later, to your surprise she asked you out for a milkshake which you happily agreed to.

She’d never felt this way about anyone before. Sure she’d sometimes go out with co-stars but this wasn’t anything like it.

You went on the date and ended up kissing her yet again. The paparazzi got a few photos of you which basically exploded the whole media.

After a few more dates, talks and paparazzi pictures you asked her to be your girlfriend.

She was more than happy to be your girlfriend and she didn’t hesitate to show her affection towards you.

She loved giving you gifts, spoiling you, cooking for you, kissing you. Basically doing anything she could do to show her love, and make up for lost time.

[simp4manyppl]

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭💕- 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝-Holland-Holiday party

Your Pov:

"Love are you ready?" Tom calls out to me.

"I don't know!" I reply. Tom lifts an eyebrow and heads upstairs he walks into our shared bathroom and looks at me. I'm in the midst of doing my hair then I hear him chuckle.

"Tommy it's not funny!" I whine struggling to do my hair. He walks over to me and kisses my cheek.

"I have to get this hairstyle correct and then get my hair in order and- Tommy can you go check on the treats in the oven for me please?" I ask he let's out a sigh chuckle and leaves the bathroom

30 minutes later

"Y/n, Darling it's been 30 minutes what's wrong? My parents are gonna love you!" Tom asks as I leave our shared bedroom.

"Tom. and what if they don't?" I ask going downstairs. I look at him eye to eye and he cups my cheeks

"Don't say that! They'll love you. Trust me." Tom says. I sigh and nod.

(Your outfit)

"You look gorgeous." Tom whispers in my ear. I giggle and peck his lips which results to him moving his lips from my lips to my neck. He begins to kiss my neck as I grip onto his hair.

"T-Tom!" I moan out.

He makes his was for my collarbone one of his hands grip onto my ass and I let out a little yelp as he smiles against my collarbone.

"Tom we gotta get going!" I moan. His hand begin to slide down to my pants then his phone rings. He pulls away from me and I quickly get out of his grasp to go check on the treats.

"Yeah, we're on our way. We're just about to leave the house." Tom says. I pack up the treats and look at him.

He opens the door for me and I smile, we leave the house and make our way to his parents house.

When you got there

"Ready?" Tom asks me. I shake my head

"No" I nervously look at him. He smiles and looks at me.

"I'll be with you the whole time. I promise."  He reassures me. I nod and he unlocks the door.

"Tom!" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Hey Zen." He says with a smile hugging Zendaya.

"Hi Y/n!" She says.

"Hi Zendaya." I say with a little smile.

We hug for a while and  she looks at me.

"Are you okay?" She asks

"Yeah, I'm fine" I smile.

"She's nervous. Here lemme take this for for you." Tom says as he takes the treats to the kitchen.

"You don't have to be nervous they'll love you." She says. I nod and I feel a tiny hand grip onto my pants. I look down to see Zendaya and Harry's daughter.

"Oh Hi sweetheart" I say picking her up.

"Hi Auntie Y/n" She smiles

"Have you been good?" I ask the little girl who looks at her mother and her mother laughs.

"I hope she has. Or else ima going to have to tickle her." Tom says as he begins to tickle her. She laughs and pleads.

"I've been uncle Tommy I promise." She begs. Tom stops and I hand her over to Tom.

"Alright, I'll be taking Stella. Y/n hasn't said her hellos yet." Zendaya says as she takes her baby girl.

I hold Tom's hand and he leads me to the living room.

"Well look what the cat dropped in" I hear a man say.

"Oh my goodness you're even more gorgeous than the photos." I hear a woman say. I smile at them and Tom begins the introductions.

"Mum, Dad. This my girlfriend Y/n."Tom says I shyly smile.

"Y/n these are parents Dominic and Nikki" He says to me.

Nikkie gets up to hug me and I hug her back.

"Tom told us you would be a little shy. Just make yourself at home." She says

"Alright." I say as we pull away.

She leads me to a seat and sits next to me holding my hand in hers. I look at Tom who smiles at me and then heads up stairs.

"So tell me sweetheart, How did you two meet?" She asks.

1 year ago.

"Y/n! Y/n!" Kai calls out to me.

"What?" I  ask

"You will not believe who is sitting in the Café right now!" Kai says I raise my eyebrow and look around to see famous actor Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield. I'm not shocked, not nervous, I look at her.

"You want me to go take thier orders?" I ask and she nods.

I sigh and head over to the table.

"Hi, welcome to small space my name is Y/n how can I help you today?" I ask. Tom looks up at me and I look at him, he doesn't say anything but just leaves his mouth open.

"Hi Y/n, could I get a large Latte please?" Harrison asks.

"Sure thing, and for your friend?" I ask look at Tom.

"He'll be having what I'm having"  Harrison says. I nod and head to the back

A few minutes later I came back with the drinks.

"Alright. Here's two lattes" I say. I put Harrison's down and just as I'm about to put Tom's  down I'm pushed into him with his coffee spilling all over the table and his outfit...

"Oops my bad" I hear my little brother say.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" I apologize.

"It's not your fault." He says as I quickly clean up the mess.

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you I-" I say

"Oh no, you don't have to." He says.

I smile at him and turn around to go get more things to clean it up with.

"Actually, If I could get you number..."  He says.

I turn around and look at him

"Huh?" I ask

"You can make it up to me by getting my number." He smiles.

"S-sure" I say. He gave me his number and ever since that Tom and I would text eachother and meet up whenever he was in L.A.

Present Time

After telling Nikki how we met the family holiday party began.

We were currently in the living room with Tom's brothers and parents and Zendaya and her daughter.

It was almost time for us to leave and that's when Tom got a call.

"It was nice meeting you Y/n!" everyone says

"It was nice meeting everyone!" I say as Tom and I head out and get into the car.

"I can't wait to get home, you'll be moaning my name tonight" Tom says

His phone rings before I can say a thing

"Hello?" He says. He smiles and grips onto my thigh.

"No way. Alright. Call me later" He says hanging up the phone.

He kisses me and cups my cheeks.

"I got a role for an upcoming TV show next year." He says.

"That's great baby!" I smile and he kisses me again. We soon pull out of the driveway and make our way back to our house

"I can't wait!" Tom smiles.

"You'll do so great on the TV show." I say.

"Oh, I'm just as excited for the movie but what I really can't wait for is what I'll be doing to you tonight" Tom says.

I blush.

"I'm kidding. I'll be tearing you up tomorrow morning." He whispers. A/n; Hey! if you enjoyed this story, go check the rest out on my Wattpad @simp4manyppl (There's a lot of drama going on in this story!) if you do go read it make sure to comment a 💞 so ik you came from here!

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