#zendeya

[bonniesbluee]

my whole personality revolves around them btw

[jazzsonly]

ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

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maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

[bellakhairh]

Zendeya inspired by christian dior haute couture spring 1999.

[celebvids]

Zendeya

@itsjustcelebrities

[getamovieon]

Photos by Greig Fraser

[sweetpea1242]

luca guadagnino always doing his big one

[ecstarry]

i don't think i will ever forget what i felt during the sauna scene in challengers

[themakeupbrush]

Priyanka Chopra, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, and Lisa at the Bulgari event in Venice

[catisdeadd]

✰ euphoria

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[coolkidsstayyoung99]

Dune - Chani

“grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. i mourn what could have been, what will not be, what i can't save.”

unknown.

[bonniesbluee]

okay so for part 2 of art x stripper reader you can do like a continuation of them at the house and once she sees the kind of lavish life he lives she gets comfy but also wants to get to know him more so they talk then she gives him a lap dance which leads to well you know....(just like in anora)

dilf!art x stripper!reader pt 2 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the drive to his home is mostly quiet, only filled with soft "hmm" from you whenever he would start small talk. a friendly soft smile never leaving your face. mostly because that's what she always does with her costumers. but also because he's genuinely charming!

when you both get home, you're shocked at how...expensive the whole place is. it screams 'rich guy' but not in an obnoxious way. either way, its all so enticing.

"mi casa es tu casa," he botches up the spanish, which makes you laugh softly. you go through his door, hands clutching at your dress as you look around. "not too shabby," you say softly, and he gently drags you to the couch.

"of course. you want a drink? anything?" he says while placing your purse on the other couch, sitting next to you with an almost an needy look. "i dont drink while...y'know, working." you respond, hands laying ontop of thighs.

"right. work." he leans back, his forearms tensing as he rests them on the couch. "so, how much is the pay?" he says bluntly. way too bluntly. your smile falters slightly at the sudden question. "depends on the night. sometimes it can be about 2-3k. in other times its less than 500."

"hm." he sits up almost as if scanning you. "you're too pretty for that job, y'know?" he asks you, softly brushing a stray piece or hair off your face. "way too pretty. you deserve better." you stay quiet, simply glancing away.

"what about 1k a day. you get to live here, not in a trashy apartment," he states so casually you almost dont believe it. also 'trashy apartment'? why would he- "i assume you live in an apartment anyway." he places his hand on your thigh before tugging at it. "think about it," you move ontop of his lap, ass pressed against thighs and back pressed against his chest. "me, you. in this house all for ourselves. no more worrying about rent," his hands goes to your hips, gently grind them against him. "deadlines, debts. you'll get taken care of by me."

you loll your head back, forehead softly brushing against his jaw. "all in return of..?" "just company." it sounds pathetic. but he needs to sleep with someone at night, he needs a warm body, and you need stability. win win. not only that, but something about you makes him feel almost obsessively protective.

you continue grinding on him, biting your lip as you feel his hand gently caress your stomach. "ill think about it." you whimper, eyes fluttering as you feel his erection press against your ass cheeks.

"mm yeah?" he groans against your ear. his hips bucking as he tries to search for friction. "maybe you want me to convince you more?" he asks, yet doesn't wait for an answer before he's already pushing your face into the cushion of the couch. "arch your ass baby," she instructs, pinching your soft ass cheeks.

you obediently arch you ass, whimpering at the whine. "so wet already," he whispers to himself as he gazes at the wet spot in your pink panties. he smirks, cupping your thighs and spreading them open. "so sweet and wet.." he purrs, pulling your panties to the side, gently thumbing at your clit. "i wonder how you taste." she sits up, kissing the side of your head before cupping your ass harshly.

he nuzzles his nose into your core, eyes fluttering as your juices touch his face. "god," he breathes out before a switch in him happens. a raw, crude need to taste you. you let out a sharp cry, hands gripping the couch as you press your face into the couch. "a-art!" you whimper, chest heaving.

he stays quiet the whole 5 minutes. in the span of 5 minutes you come 2 times. its that bad. he's licking sucking and biting into your core. its harsh and raw, which just brings more goosebumps to your body. by the time he pulls away his face is soaked, your body is trembling, alot. and you're drooling. you are so dumb and he isnt even inside you yet.

the sight of u at his mercy makes his cock twitch inside his pants. "come on baby," he kisses your lips, mixing your saliva, his saliva and your juices. "we aint done yet."

"we're far from done."

[mawmawlenn]

RUE

forever young

[angelofthenight]

This dude BETTER be yandere-ified as SOON as the movie drops, I ain’t playing fic writers

[getamovieon]

Photography by Jack Davison

[jilllovesmike]

Josh O’Connor and Zendaya talking about Mike. ❤️

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