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ritebeforeyoureyes · 6 years ago

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The Vacation

This was for the anon who requested a vacation fic a few weeks ago – it’s major fluff! Sorry it took me so long, honey, I hope you like it!

Masterlist – Plot: Tom and Zendaya’s holiday getaway.

The Vacation (One-Shot)

“Where do you wanna go?” Tom was flicking through a never-ending holiday brochure with an excitement bubbling at the pit of his stomach. Ever since he and Zendaya had realised that their schedules were free for the holiday period, the idea of a couple’s vacation had come to play. They were old enough and in a committed long-distance relationship that was in desperate need of some rekindling after a generous amount of time apart. Their careers had always come first but for once, they were able to prioritise spending some time together. So, the evident go-to was a holiday; Tom was thinking Bora Bora (somewhere he’d always wanted to visit) He could picture a clear blue sea, Zendaya in a tantalising bikini and most importantly, privacy. He wanted to hold her hand and kiss her senseless without the worry of paparazzi or curious fans. He just wanted a few weeks with his girlfriend and his girlfriend, alone.

“Nowhere.” Tom, for the first time in a while, looked up from his brochure with a frown.

“What do you mean, nowhere?”

“I’m happy here.” They were currently residing in Zendaya’s Northridge home. It was spacious and comfortable; a safe haven for the couple who liked to remain under the radar.

“Z, the point of a vacation is to actually go away.” Tom thrust a Hawaii information page towards her and she looked it over quickly.

“I’m not fussed, you pick.” Zendaya’s tone was blasé and her attention was quickly diverted by the video game she was currently playing. Kamil had been teaching Zendaya how to master a controller and she was hellbent on being better than him (because obviously, she was crazy competitive)

“Come on, Z-“

“Tom, honestly, all I want to do is spend some time with you.” Zendaya pressed pause to her game and shifted her body so that she was facing her boyfriend. “Whether it’s here, the south of France, Wakanda-“ Tom chuckled softly at her reference to the Marvel Comic Universe. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Bora Bora?” Tom smiled like a child in a candy story at the thought of he and Zendaya on the French Polynesian island. It was cute. He was giddy and Zendaya leaned in quickly to slot her mouth over his. His excitement was infectious, and she could feel his smile as they kissed. It was quick – only meant to be a peck – but Tom had more in mind. He had missed her – a lot - and he was ready to start their vacation off by having her in close proximity at all times. Before Zendaya could pull away, Tom seized her hips and forced her into his lap. The gesture was abrupt, and a light oomph escaped her lips as she nestled against his chest.

“What was that for?” Zendaya muttered, her fingers absentmindedly playing with his curls.

“We’re going on holiday.” Tom stated matter-of-factly.

“We are.”

“We’re going on holiday - together.” Tom stressed the syllables in together as he traced gentle patterns against Zendaya’s exposed thigh. She was in a pair of basketball shorts and a white crop top; her usual get-up when it was unbearably hot in California. But after having not seen her in a while, her outfit was barely an outfit. All Tom could see was a frenzy of long legs and caramel skin. His girlfriend was fucking gorgeous and he was going on holiday with her and they were happy and all he wanted to do was express that. From the angle in which he was sat, he could see all of her. She wasn’t laughing at him or smiling, she was just waiting as if she knew Tom’s thought process. There was a deep glare in her eyes, one that was daring Tom to kiss her, touch her, and it was a look Tom knew he would never tire of. “I love you.”

“I know.” She said, smiling again, purposefully not saying it back. Her lack of admission to her feelings had Tom raising his eyebrows. There was a mischievousness to her smirk and consequently, Tom pressed himself against her, his bulge tenting his sweatpants. She could feel him harden beneath her and her mouth fell open in a silent sigh that instigated Tom’s own smirk. “And, I love you too.”

“Good.” Tom kissed her with a force that had Zendaya breathless. Their mouths moved in a rhythm that they had both perfected, a light cocktail of teeth, tongue and lip. “Now let’s plan a holiday.”

And, of course, they decided to go with Tom’s lifelong dream to vacation in Bora Bora. With the help of Claire and Kaz – Zendaya’s parents – the couple were able to sort the monotonous details of a vacation out speedily. Claire had even taken the time out to make them a personalised itinerary. It was a holiday scheduled with couple’s massages, scuba diving and the unsaid and unwritten days in bed.

“This is mad.” After a ten-hour flight with a screaming child, Zendaya looked around at the endless amounts of water surrounding her. They had rented out a secluded bungalow that was held above the blue lagoon on stilts. The whole structure was rugged and earthly and Zendaya adored it. She was in awe of how naturally beautiful everything was. It had been quite the adventure getting to their hut in the middle of ocean, but it was clearly worth it. The air was cool, breezy, but there was definitely the comfortable heat that every stereotypical getaway required.

“Trust me.” Tom threw open their bedroom doors and let the briny smell of the ocean envelope his senses. This is exactly what he had been looking for when he was searching through brochures and holiday websites; peace, quite and solitude.

“So, what do you want to do first?” Zendaya glanced over the pamphlets left on their desk. There were extensive details about food delivery, boat times and extreme sports.

“I’m kinda tired.” Tom, who had now stripped out his shirt, stretched his tight muscles dramatically. He didn’t have a fancy for anything too strenuous on their first on the island. “Can we just go for a swim? Order some food?”

“Perfect.” Zendaya was feeling the heat through her comfy airport clothes and she excused herself to freshen up and change into some swimwear. Whilst in the confines of their bathroom, she heard an audible splash and had concluded that Tom had already decided to test the waters without her. This only made her quicken her actions, a sudden desperation to be in the water overwhelming her. She never really spent much time on the beach, despite living in L.A. and the thought thrilled her. As a result, she scrambled through her suitcase before throwing on any bikini haphazardly; not really caring if the pieces matched or not.

“Z, get your ass in here now!”

Feeling outwardly courageous, Zendaya did a run up from their king-sized bed, through the double doors before canon-balling into the ocean. A playful scream escaped her lips as her body flew through the air before connecting with the transparent water. It was much colder than she anticipated but as soon as she was engulfed in it, she felt her body temperature adjust slowly.

“This is-“ As Zendaya came up for air, she looked out at the blue lagoon that seemed to stretch for an eternity. She could see no land or no boats, just an everlasting blue that seemed to merge with the sky. It felt as if her and Tom were the only people in the world and that feeling was great. She felt content, still. There was no stress of learning lines or smiling for cameras. She could be herself with no judgement. “Isn’t this the most beautiful thing you’ve seen?” She gawked at cloudless sky and the mellow waves that swayed their bodies left and right.

“It is.” But as Zendaya looked out at the sea, Tom found himself looking down at her. Even with a mismatched bikini and no makeup on, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

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smellycinnamonthundahfudge · 6 years ago

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i couldn’t continue my endgame depression yesterday cus i had no internet so here’s a tomdaya fluff piece i shat out in my sleep deprived state of utter boredom

Shrek is like Z’s fav movie, its soundtrack is da best, click down below to read tomdaya dancing along to one of the shrek franchise’s iconic songs

Accidentally in Love

Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, and the rest of the spidey cast are in a night club for one of their last free nights from filming. The theme of the night is “Throwback to the 2000s” and pretty much the whole cast are on the dance floor except for Zendaya who decided to film the whole thing and Tom who’s keeping her company and taking a break from DJ-ing.

Jacob and Tony are doing the floss to the tune of Baby by Justin Bieber.

“This is nuts,” says Zendaya out of breath from cackling out loud at the scene before her, looking back and forth between footage and the actual dudes doing a floss off.

Tom was drinking a beer while checking out what time it was on his phone when he heard z laughing. When he saw what it was exactly she was laughing at, he damn near almost did a spit take, but then he felt the beer spill from his nose.

“Damn it,” said Tom quickly covering his nose up with a tissue but still laughing so hard that tears are coming out of his eyes.

“Hey, Z, I’m just gonna go to the loo. Get myself together,” said Tom out of breath from laughing so hard, standing up and heading to the bathroom.

“yeah yeah sure,” said Z, just waving Tom off and still just unable to tear herself away from the scene still unfolding before her.

And with Z’s semi-acknowledgement of his statement, he leaves to wash the freaking beer off his nose, annoyed but still just kinda at awe over the fact he laughed out loud so hard this actually happened.

Jacob and Tony finish their Floss off with a pose and laughing as Justin sings his last lyrics “I am gone.”

Z stops filming at that and before she could even place her phone back in her purse, she hears the unmistakable drum beats that begin the song “Accidentally in Love” from Shrek 2.

As the instrumental intro plays, Z looks eye to eye at her castmates who all very well know her love of Shrek.

“It’s your JAM!” Jacob shouts from across the dance floor.

“I know!” Z shouts back, laughing, and standing up to get to the floor.

Of fucking course she’s gonna dance to Shrek. It’s SHREK!

She makes her way to her friends as the song plays, already dancing and moving to the dope beat; headbanging and even whipping her hair around and laughing as she dances with her friends.

The guitar part’s about to finish, they stop moving as the drum roll part plays and then-

“SO SHE SAID WHAT’S THE PROBLEM, BABY!” the cast all sings along to the first line of the song to which they laugh at their synchronicity and then they continue off singing along or just dancing and laughing and goofing around.

Z continues singing along of course, just feeling the song move thru her veins.

What’s the problem, I don’t know well maybe I’m in love

The piano hits its key and Z thinks of Tom at the mention of love and finds herself at pause wondering

Thinking bout it, Every time I think about it

“Where the hell is Tom? He should be here,” says Z as a rhetorical statement to Jacob and the others, laughing at where the hell dat boi could be. Shrek is playing, how dare he miss this.

Can’t stop thinking bout it

“I’m gonna look for him,” Z informs them then leaves.

How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it cus I can’t ignore it if it’s love

Z moves thru the crowd searching for the brown haired british guy that spilled beer from his nose.

Makes me wanna turn around and face it but i don’t know nothing bout love

She reaches their booth but he still wasn’t there and the chorus was coming up. Fuck it, there’s no way tom was gonna stop her from belting out that sick ass chorus. She gets herself back to the dance floor and

COME ON COME ON

She headbangs to the beat

TURN A LITTLE FASTER, COME ON COME ON

She belts “THE WORLD WILL FOLLOW AFTER”

COME ON COME-

“Heeeeyyyy,” the lost boy finally showed up and tapped Z’s shoulder while moving his head and shoulders to the beat.

“How dare you miss Shrek, I’ll never forgive you,” says Z hitting tom lightly on his shoulder while they laughed it off.

Because everybody’s after love

Tom and Z just look at each other, stare into each other’s eyes, out of breath from all the dancing, as the chorus finishes and the word love is played out.

But then the drum beat hits again and Z bangs her head to it and Tom laughs.

So I said I’m a snowball runnin, running down into the spring that’s covered all this love

Z sings along to Tom and as the last line hits, it goes straight into his chest.

Melting in the blue skies, melting into sunlight shimmering love

As Z sings and dances along to the song, Tom can’t help but feel at awe and his cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile he’s had stuck on his face since he got back to Zendaya.

And Baby, I surrender to the-

“I love you,” says Tom unashamedly next to Z’s ear, the same hardworking smile still on his face.

Never ever ever will this love

Z is paused at tom’s statement but her smile doesn’t falter and maybe even widens a bit more.

But I didn’t mean to do it

Z leans her head onto Tom’s ear and says “I love you too.”

This lines of lighting mean we’re never alone, never alone

Z and Tom find themselves staring into each other’s eyes yet again until

NO NO COME ON COME ON

Z jumps and sings along yet again and this time Tom even sings along with her.

Move a little closer

And they do

Come on come on, i wanna hear you whisper

Their hands start to graze each other’s by just the slightest

Come on come on, settle down inside my love

Tom and Z start to lean on each other a bit more until

OOOHHHH COME ON COME ON JUMP A LITTLE HIGHER

Tom starts singing/shouting and jumping along, making Z step back and laugh her ass off.

Come on come on if you feel a little lighter, Come on come on we were once upon a time in love

Tom sings along to Z and she’s at awe that he feels comfortable and at ease like this, singing with her in public, not really having a care in the world if they lyrics or notes are off and just having the time of their lives.

We’re accidentally in love

As the beat is slower, Z puts her arms around Tom and just starts swaying with him to the beat.

Accidentally in love

Tom and Z just lean their heads onto each other’s necks and wrap each other in the other’s arms.

Accidentally in love

They both just close their eyes and settle in their embrace, while still swaying to the beat.

Accidentally, I’m in love I’m in love I’m in love I’m in love

Accidentally

But then Z moves away from Tom but still holding his hand

COME ON COME ON SPIN A LITTLE TIGHTER

Z sings/shouts along as she spins tom around and the both of them laughed

Come on come on and the world’s a little brighter

Then Tom pulls Z back close to him

COME ON COME ON

As they both finish laughing, their holding onto one another, feeling their breath on each other

Just get yourself inside my lovee

They both share a kiss

I’m in love

They break their kiss as the song ends and it was like they’ve never felt more in love.

THE END

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mamgt · 6 years ago

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Falling Stars

Chapter 5: The Stars Would’ve Waited

Song: Stars Falling Down by Kina Grannis

If you want to read the whole fic click here.

Today is Tom’s last day in L.A. before he flies off for the press tour of Avenger’s Infinity War. He came over to my house and asked if we could walk around. I asked Darnell to come along with us because I found it rude to just leave him in the house. Also, because I needed a little back-up just in case I choked. I had this idea of telling Tom about how I felt. I was just waiting for the right moment and if the right moment came while we were out, I needed some back-up.

However, once we were out, Darnell all of a sudden had some “errands” AGAIN. Of course, that meant he was finding an excuse for Tom and I to be alone. I knew it was him big brother-ing me. I told you, he knows me so well. I didn’t have to tell him that I had plans to tell Tom. That and because him and my mom talked about it behind my back. They did it because they cared, I know that. They’re all rooting for me. It’s just me who isn’t rooting for me. Walking on a red carpet was a different form of confidence than telling someone you like them.

I just need some sign, a green light to press on the gas and say ‘hey dude, I like you.’ Anything, give me something, universe.

Tom and I passed by a comic book store. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into it so fast that I started to see stars.

“Omg! Look at these!!” He was still holding my hand when we started looking through the comic books and only had let go when he jumped to another pile excitedly. I watched him as he moved around the store like The Flash (not the bully, the superhero), like there was something more interesting in the next pile and the next pile. He looked so cute running around and I could feel a smile creep up my face reminding me of how hard I fell for this boy. I mean, look at him. Who wouldn’t fall for him? Could he blame me?

“Hey!” Tom said, coming up to me.

“What?”

“Do you want that?” He pointed to the comic I had pulled out midway. I didn’t notice I was even holding it. I must have stood there like a deer in headlights - frozen. The whole time Tom was looking at comics, I was only looking at him. I inserted the comic back from where I got it.

“Nah…I was just looking at it.” I shrugged.

“Okay, good because I got you something better!” He pulled me towards the cashier.

“Hey Mike! Do you have it?”

“Hey Tom! Yeah I got it here!” who I am assuming is Mike was talking, a white guy in his late 30’s. He opened a slide door behind the cash register and emerged with a box full of comics. He dropped it on a table and had his back to us.

“Of course you’re the special lady he reserved this for!” Mike teased. He was talking to me when he turned to face us. In his hand, brought out in front of me was a Spider-man comic book. Not just any comic book. The very first one.

“Oh. I guess?,” I replied to Mike. I looked at Tom who wouldn’t look up at me and his big ears were starting to turn pink.

“Good haggler this one! He’s a keep—”

“Ha-ha! Okay… Thanks again Mike but we really have to go.”

“Right. Right. Do you want me to uh…put it inside a paper bag?”

“Z?” Tom asked me.

“Yes please!” I said.

Mike mumbled as he grabbed a paper bag and slid my comic book in,. “This is really one of a kind. You must be something, I mean your miss Zendaya, but would I give up…this comic book for any gal?” he said under his breath but loud enough that I could hear him but I was sure that Tom could hear him too.

“Uhhh thanks again Mike, see you soon man” Tom said as he quickly picked up the paper bag and went straight for the door.

“Wait! Wait! Tom!” I said lagging behind him. He stopped and I was able reach out for the paper bag. “What’s your hurry?”

“Oh. Nothing. Sorry. Yeah. You didn’t even get to…”

We moved out of the doorway and stood outside the comic book shop. I pulled the comic book from inside the paper bag and looked at it again. I couldn’t believe Tom got this for me. Several thoughts ran through my head.

I didn’t even know these still existed and right under my nose! There was one here in L.A.? This must’ve cost a fortune! Did he get one for himself too? I mean, he should be the one keeping this? He’s spider-man! Yeah, I’m a big fan and I’m not even being biased. Before, I got the role of Michelle, my favorite superhero has always been spider-man but—

“I can’t believe you got this for me…” I whispered under my breath, still staring at the comic book in mint condition still wrapped in plastic. “Amazing Fantasy” it read on the cover. “12 cents,” the little logo read and I touched it with my finger.

“Do you like it?” I looked up at and saw Tom with his big brown eyes staring back at me.

“I love it…” I smiled at him and gave him a hug. When we let go I said, “So you’ve been here before?” I pointed at the comic book store.

“Yeah, I mean. A couple of times,” he shrugged.

“Uh-huh. Couple times that the guy at the cashier already knows your name?”

“It’s an easy name to remember…”

“So I’m guessing it was just a coincidence that we passed by here too huh?”

“No. Okay,” he admitted with his head hung low. “I planned it but hey, it’s our last day hanging out together! I wanted to give you something spe— nice. Give you something…nice…”

“This…this is more than nice! Thank you Tom! This really means a lot. I can’t believe you! How did you even get this? Did you get one for yourself?”

“No..uh..it was just one copy and I wanted to give it to you. I know how much you like Spider-man.”

You mean you…how much I like you…

“But you’re Spider-man! Don’t you want this for yourself?”

“Nah… I really got it for you.” He put his hands in his pockets and his ears were still pink moving towards red now. I wondered if this was it. Was this the green light to tell Tom how I felt? Would any guy, who didn’t feel something for his friend, actually go out his way and do this? Can I still say he was just being nice? To be honest, I’ve only known him for less than two years and yet I spend almost every second I can with him. If he didn’t feel the same way, why spend this much time with me? He could literally get any girl, any girl he wants…

“Hey Tom!” It was Mike. He walked out of the comic book store and asked Tom if he could take a picture with the Spider-man statue.

“Sure, man!,” Tom said as he moved to the side of the Spider-man statue who was wearing the hoodie from our fictional high school in Spider-man: Homecoming. I didn’t even notice it because Tom was too excited to get into the comic book store. We admired it for a bit saying how cool it was they got all the details.

“They didn’t get one thing though…your height.” I used my hands to show the difference between Tom’s height and the statue’s.

“Shut up, Zendaya! Let’s just take the picture.”

“Nah, you go ahead. You can take a picture. You’re Spider-man!” I said stepping back. He can have this moment. He already gave me the comic book. I didn’t even think of a going away present. I mean, we could still talk to each other on the phone. It’s not like he’s going to be gone forever and we were still just friends, right? There’s no point getting sentimental. Unless…I looked at the comic book in my hand, already inside the paper bag.

“Hey, why don’t you join your boyfriend?,” said Mike and he nudged me.

“Oh. He’s not—“

“Mike…”

Tom and I said at the same time.

“Just go!” and with that Mike pushed me towards Tom.

“Come on, Z!”

“Go!” Mike encouraged, “Spider-man needs his MJ!”

“Yeah…” Tom said quietly.

I walked over and took the picture.

Darnell caught up with us and we decided to drive back home to my place. We ordered some take out because lord knows none of us can cook for shit. My kitchen is literally only used when my family comes over. Other than that, the refrigerator is the only appliance that gets noticed on a daily basis.

The sun was going down and Darnell decided to take Noon out for a walk. Ha get it because his name is Noon for afternoon… so…you know….never mind. Usually I would do it but Noon needs the exercise that only Darnell could give because I cannot run any faster than .05 km/hour. Okay, I don’t know if that’s the exact speed but you get my point, I don’t walk fast nor do I run.

I walked them out the door but before they left Darnell had asked me if I had told Tom about my feelings already.

“No…”

“Why not? What are you waiting for, Z?”

“Shhh… keep your voice down.” Tom was just in the living room going through Netflix. He didn’t seem to hear us or he would’ve asked why we were whispering.

“I need…time…”

“He’s leaving tomorrow. There is no better time! If he likes you, y’all can be cute on the phone and if he doesn’t, you don’t have to see him for like what? Three months?”

“Well! I need a sign then! Like a go signal. I can’t just come up to him and be like ‘oh yeah by the way I like you bro ha-ha’” I raised my eyebrows at Darnell to make my point.

“Zendeesha, listen, you don’t need signs” Noon was starting to pull at Darnell. “But if you still need it, it’s everywhere. The boy likes you, Z. Stop making him wait…Like how I’m making Noon wait.” Noon was becoming restless. “I’ll see you guys in awhile.” Darnell ran off before I even got a word in.

I closed the door and walked towards the living room. I plopped myself down on the couch beside Tom. He moved his arm behind my shoulders. Do I do it now?

“What movie are we watching?” Tom asked without even looking away from the T.V.

Or I could do it later…

We couldn’t decide what movie to watch so we started searching with out phones but easily got distracted when I found a meme on Twitter. Eventually, we never got to watching a movie. We just kept passing our phones to each other, looking for the funniest things the Internet had to offer.

“Ooooh…what’s this?”

“What?” I crawled over to his side of the couch and looked at his phone. It was a video from my app of me looking through my keepsake box that someone had reposted on Instagram.

“What’s a keepsake box?” Tom asked.

“It’s like a box of memories. You put little stuff in them from all your memorable moments.”

Tom was still watching the short clip of what was a longer video. It cuts exactly before I show the love letters that my ex had given me before.

“Aww! I wanna see the rest of what’s in it!,” Tom says to his phone before he turns to me to say, “D’you still have it?”

“Sure…” I said a little apprehensively. “It’s upstairs…” I didn’t understand where the fear was coming from but my gut was telling me it wasn’t a good idea to unbox a bunch of stuff my ex had given me. I mean, the whole box wasn’t filled with things he gave me but there was enough items to make the situation weird. Nonetheless, I lead Tom to the storage room where things like gowns I wore when I was 16 to items I had even before I got famous were kept. They were inside these neatly piled plastic boxes that looked like big tupperwares. Still, there were things lying around and it took me awhile to find my keepsake box. Once I grabbed it, I sat on the floor and Tom followed suit.

“Let’s see…” I picked up the first thing on there, which was the 3D glasses from watching the Amazing Spider-man movie.

“Oh cool!” Tom said as he got the glasses from my hand. “I saw this in the video! Your first date was to this right?” He looked up at me.

“Yup…” My voice was another pitch higher again.

“Cool…” Tom tried it on and then set it aside. He picked up another item inside my box. The letters were still at the bottom so it would take us awhile to get to them. Hopefully, we never get to them.

“You really like going to the movies, huh?” Tom commented on the amount of movie tickets inside the box. Some were already fading and you couldn’t make out what it said.

“It says….’The Lost City of Z’” Tom said.

“It does not!”

“That’s a really good film. I heard there’s a really amazing bloke on there. Really talented. Bred for an Oscar they say!” Tom said sarcastically.

“Shut up!” I said grabbing the ticket from him and tried deciphering the words myself.

“How can you read it!? You don’t even have your glasses on, love.” He grabbed the tickets from my hand.

“Well! I don’t have to read it because I’m the one who watched those movies, ‘kay?” He was right though. I don’t know why I was trying to fight him over what’s written on the tickets when even non-faded words are blurred to me.

Tom gasped dramatically, “You’ve never watched my film?!”

“Daaaaaaaaamn Tom!”

“What?”

“Of course I’ve watched your films!”

“Oh.” His ears turned really pink again like it did back at the comic book store. “You’ve watched my films?” he had a smug plastered on his face and I swear if I wasn’t so goddamn into him it would be the most annoying thing in the whole world.

“Yeah…”

“Like, everything?”

“…”

“Z?”

“Yeah okay! I did. It was for research! I needed to know if you had…”

“Had what?” Tom pressed on.

“Talent!” I sassed at him.

“OOOH!!! That was low, mate. Real low.” I was laughing hysterically and he joined me.

“I bet you haven’t watched my films” I said as our laughing died down. Tom suddenly made this face and reached out with his right hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m you! When you swung—“ he did the face again with the hand “and you met Zac Efron…like this…” then he started singing “I am brave, I am bruised...” I giggled. He was so stupid but I loved him for it. He could embarrass himself in front of people, none of that “too cool” for you attitude. Ugh. My thoughts were nagging at me to tell him already. A little voice kept saying “Say it. Zendeesha say it!” and it sounded a lot like Darnell. Yet, I still couldn’t find the courage.

“Nooo! The ones before!” I said as I poked him on his side and it tickled him a little. I just need a segway.

“You want me to watch your old films? Like what, when you were 12?”

“Good point. Nevermind.” Okay I don’t need a segway but this is harder than it looks. Do I just blurt it out?

“Like from Frenemies, Zapped, did Shake It Up have a movie? Because I don’t re—”

“Oh fuck you!”

“I personally, like Zac Efron better than the dude from Zapped”

“SHUT UP!” I flipped him.

“Awww come on now, how about you show me some…HAPPY SMILEY FACES!!!”

My eyes grew wide and my jaw swung open. I started swatting him things that were scattered on the floor: the movie tickets, some clothes that weren’t put into their proper bins, other papers that were inside my keepsake box. Tom stood up and tried to protect himself all the while laughing. I was laughing too. He started getting revenge and threw things at me.

“Can you smell the dinner, Z?” Tom teased, using the lines I had said in my very first youtube video that I had done a reaction video to on my app. This was some quality roasting. Not bad Tom, not bad.

He was getting pummeled by all the things I could get my hands on and that caused him to trip on the keepsake box and the contents went tumbling out until the red envelopes could be seen poking out. Tom looked down to see what he had tripped over and I felt my blood rush through me. He picked up the three envelopes, still with his smug face on not knowing that these envelopes were not just any envelopes.

“Oohhh….what are these?” I didn’t say a word. It was too late. I wouldn’t be able to hide it from him any longer and I didn’t see any reason to either.

“Z?”

“Yup?”

“Can I open ‘em?”

“I don’t think you should…they’re sort of…from my…ex.”

“Oh.” He looked at them. “Here. Sorry.” He handed them to me.

“It’s fine. I should probably throw it anyway. No point in keeping them, am I right?” I chuckled, trying to make the situation lighter. I looked down at the envelopes and rubbed my thumb on one them. I don’t know why I still kept them. I didn’t think it mattered.

“They’re love letters…from Valentine’s.” And I don’t know why I said that.

“Oh….yeah…they look like…they are…” Tom swallowed.

“Anyways!” I put the letters aside and sat back down and tried to collect the things we used to throw at each other. Tom squatted down and started to help me. Silence filled the room.

Why did I wait so long to tell him? Now I can’t tell him how I feel.

“Z?”

“Hm?” I said without ever looking up at him, I just kept putting stuff in the keepsake box.

“I don’t mean to be nosy or whatever…I mean, you can…not answer…”

“Go ahead, dude!” I said, trying to pull off a cool and collective Zendaya when I could feel myself getting all nervous again.

“I just uhm, I uh…why do you still uh…keep the, the…letters?”

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to answer. Sorry. None of my business.” Tom said quickly.

“It’s fine! I told you, I’m over it. You can ask me anything about…Trevor. That’s his name.”

“Oh ok.” Tom looked relieved but he was still waiting for my answer.

“I guess. I don’t know... It’s just a reminder that someone had loved me once, you know what I mean? Like, yeah my family and friends…love me but this was different. It was special....Remember, I said that it wasn’t all bad? These letters were one of those ‘not all bad’. I haven’t looked at them since the break-up. It’s not like I’m pining over him. I really am not. It’s just the thought, you know. Someone spending their time to handwrite this thing made just for you.”

“...”

“It cheesy I know…”

“It’s not. It’s sweet.” He gave a weak smile. I didn’t know how to read him. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I searched his eyes that wouldn’t look at me but had nailed themselves on the floor. I could see his ears though, pink as ever.

“Zendaya?”

“Tom?”

“Do you think…uhm…” he swallowed. “You think you can…maybe, like someone else? I mean, after Trevor. Have you uh…I mean you said you moved on but can you see your, uhm…”

“Can I like anyone else?”

“Yeah?” His head shot up the way Noon does when I tell him it’s lunch time. So cute. It’s probably not wise to compare Tom to my dog but I love them both, anyways.

Darnell’s voice was in my head again, nagging me that this was the moment, this was the sign I was waiting for. Tom had turned this whole awkward situation to the perfect time to tell him how I felt. How can he do that? He always makes the bad into good somehow even as he stutters and avoids my gaze.

“I do.”

“You do?”

“Like someone…”

“Oh.”

“Tom I-”

“Does—“ We spoke at the same time.

“Oh sorry”

“Sorry” and we did it again.

“What were you gonna say?” Tom said.

“No, you go first.”

“Oh. Uhm. Right. The person you like…does he…make you happy?” He finally looked at me, locking his gaze with mine.

“Definitely.” This was it. I was about to tell him how I felt. That little smile he’s trying to suppress, I can feel that he too knows where this is going.

“Tom—“

“Z! TOM! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?!” Darnell shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I closed my eyes shut, annoyed at the timing. REALLY DARNELL?!

“Z?! TOM?! THERE’S A PHONE RING—RINGING AND— OH SHIT THERE’S 10 MISSED CALLS!” Darnell continued to shout. I opened my eyes to a shocked Tom with his eyes wide.

“Shit!” Tom ran out and I followed him.

“Shit shit shit shit shit” He said as he grabbed the phone from Darnell.

“Where the hell were you two? Why weren’t you answering me?” Darnell nagged.

“Is that why you left 10 missed calls on Tom’s phone?”

“No. It’s Harrison. I was supposed to be back 30 minutes ago. Shit. I totally forgot. I haven’t packed for anything. Shit. I always lose time when I’m here… Sorry, Z. I have to go. Thanks for having me. I’m gonna miss you guys!” Tom came over and gave Darnell a hug and gave Noon a little rub.

“I’ll walk you out” I said. I followed Tom to the door and closed it behind me. He turned around before we could reach his car.

“Why am I always late for something when I come to your house? I’m pretty sure it’s cursed.” He joked.

“Me too.” I laughed.

“I’m really going to miss you, Zendaya.”

“I’m really going to miss you too, Tom. It’s not like we can’t call each other up. You know that, right?”

“Yeah…but it’s different…from having you around like this…” and with that he hugged me. I clung on as much as I could and tried to memorize how he felt. I won’t have this for a couple of months. It’s not that long, I know, but he’s right. It’s going to be different. So should I tell him now?

We pulled apart and his hands trailed my arms until they were holding my wrists. I wanted to give him something like he gave me the comic book. I wanted to leave him with my feelings, with my heart.

“Bye” he said and he let go of me. He got into his car and I felt the moment pass. I watched him as image got smaller as he drove away.

“Bye.” I whispered to myself. Not even a goodbye because we both knew there wasn’t anything good in our parting. I walked back into the house, restless that I didn’t get to tell Tom that I liked him. All this prepping up for nothing. I wondered if I could just call him up as he drove and just spill it.

“So what did Tom say?” Darnell peeped from behind the kitchen counter.

“He said bye.”

“WHAT?! HOLD UP! HOLD UP!” Darnell said as he clapped his hands together. “When you told him you liked him, he said ‘bye’? What the fuck?”

“Oh. That.”

“Yes. That. Miss Zendeesha? So are we blocking him out fro—“

“I didn’t get to tell him…”

“WHAT!? ZENDAYA MAREE! ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU—“

“YOU CAME IN! I was going to say it and then you came in and started yelling and he had to go and this is all just one big mess…”

Darnell didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, looking pissed. Why was he pissed? He was the one who barged in on me trying to tell Tom that I liked him.

“What if I’m not supposed to tell him Darnell? Why is it so hard? It shouldn’t be this hard.”

“Z…did anything, and I mean ANYTHING you’ve ever gotten in your life come easy?”

“No.”

“NO! So you need to stop making excuses, stop prolonging this and just call up the boy and tell him you like him! It’s never easy to put yourself in a vulnerable position, especially after everything you’ve gone through with Trevor but I BET YO ASS you will regret not telling Tom sooner, and by sooner I mean now that you like him.”

“FINE!” I climbed up the stairs, remembering that I had brought my phone up with me when Tom and I went to the storage room. I come up and realized that Tom and I left the room in disarray. I couldn’t remember where I set down my phone. I looked around and I could feel myself panicking because as more time passed, the faster my courage to tell Tom about my feelings slipped away. Where is it? Where is it? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Then I found it. Beside the three red envelopes. I rested my hand on top of my phone. This was it. My heart was going to be out in the open again and even though, I could feel somehow that Tom felt the same way…I was terrified. Darnell was right though, if I don’t do it now I’m going to regret it.

If it was out there again, it can be broken again. These letters remind me that there was once something beautiful between Trevor and I. More beauty than pain, if I were to be completely honest. Although, I know that Tom couldn’t hurt me, wouldn’t hurt me, didn’t I think that way before about Trevor? How was this any different? Trevor made me happy too. Tom could just turn out to be another set of old letters I keep at the bottom of a shoebox, ready for another person to find and ask “why do you still keep them?”

But I’ve never had it easy. Darnell was right again. I always had to work for the things I got. Sometimes even harder than if I were a little shade lighter. Why should love be the exception? Acting makes me happy. Dancing makes me happy. This life I’ve built makes me happy but there were tears to be shed so that I knew what happiness looked like. You don’t know joy until you’ve felt pain. You don’t know abundance until you’ve felt loss. Love was just something I needed to work hard for, get a little bruised up for until you find the right one. I’m not saying Tom is the one, I just wanted to tell him I like him, that’s all. Just a little risk.

Ding.

I checked my phone to see if the sound came from it. Nope. No messages. I opened it and searched for Tom’s name.

“Z! Someone’s at the door!” Darnell called out from downstairs. Now he sounds like a grandmother. Who even says that nowadays? Also who the fuck was ringing in tonight?

Ding-ding

“Z! Can ya get the door!? I’m doing the dishes!” Darnell called out again. I dropped my phone. Damn it, Darnell. I swear, it’s YOUR fault I haven’t told Tom how I felt. I ran downstairs and swung the door open. This better be some free vegetarian pizza or I’m—

“Tom?”

“I like you.”

Tom was standing outside my door, shifting his weight from one leg to another. Only a few minutes have gone by since he left and yet here he was in a new change of clothes. I couldn’t believe it. What did he say?

“Like, a lot actually…” he had a boyish smile and I felt lightheaded.

“What time is it? Aren’t you late for your flight? What are you doing here?” I panicked.

“I just— I uhm, did, didya-did you hear what I-what I said?” I did but I couldn’t fucking believe it. This was happening? This was actually happening. The thundering in my heart was like a thousands drums. I breathed in but for some reason I couldn’t release it like my whole body was physically trying to keep this moment forever, keep it in my blood to my bones.

“Yeah… Tom I-“

“I know it’s a risk telling you but I just had to like, I felt like, I felt like I should, I should say it you know? I do. I like you. Ever since.” He was talking so fast that he was also losing his breath but he kept going.

“The very first time I saw you and I keep saying it’s the most embarrassing thing EVER because I made such a fool of myself seeing you…. day one I just. I lost it. Z. I just fell hard. You haven’t even spoken two words to me besides ‘hey man!’ and yet, I, I just. I knew I was in deep. Just like that. And every moment being with you just made me sink in deeper. I’ve just been trying to figure out if I should tell you because, you know, you’re this big star and I-I don’t know. You got out of a break-up and I just got out of one and I didn’t know if you...like me. I’m not saying you do! I’m saying I…do.”

“Tom…”

“I know. I know. I know. Shit.” He paced back and forth. He was still standing outside my door. He had brushed his hair with his fingers and now they were all over the place. “I love our friendship. I do. I don’t want to ruin it. I hope I don’t by doing this. It’s even more complicated because we’re going to work together for two more films and that’s going to be weird, right?” He stopped pacing and looked at me “Having me like you? Because I’m going to like you until then, I think. I feel like I will, you know? It’s not going away. I mean, not to scare you, it’s just having you around makes me, so..so happy and you said you know, if it makes you happy and you really do that to me Z. You’re like fucking sunshine and I—“

I threw myself at him, or more accurately, I threw my lips unto his to shut him up. I couldn’t help it. All this pining and waiting, trying to make sure that I wasn’t going to risk our friendship when this whole time he had felt the same way.

His lips were soft like how I imagined clouds felt like when they looked the way they did when riding an airplane. There was so much longing in the way our lips touched not only my part but I could feel it in him too as he pressed a little harder. We would part for a millisecond catching our breaths then our lips would meet again. I held his face between my hands and towered over him but I felt like he was enveloping me. I could feel his heartbeat pulsate in sync with mine like it was running a marathon. He had wrapped his arms around my waist and I swear, I could have gone on like that forever.

When we pulled apart I could feel a tingly sensation on the spot where his lips were and it cascaded to the rest of my body, like a warmth, like how you drink hot chocolate and the heat flows through you. Our foreheads touched and bit the bottom of my lips. All this worrying and time wasted. If only I had done it sooner.

“I like you too, Tom,” I whispered. But it doesn’t matter because we have now, we have this.

Tom had this wide ass grin on his face and his ears a shade of magenta. I’m not ashamed to say that I, too was smiling ear to ear and I felt like my jaw was going to drop any second from the strain. “You should go. You’re going to be late.” I gave him a little push that caused him to stumble a little like he was in a daze. “I’ll text you.”

“Okay.” He mumbled, barely audible enough to hear. He slowly turned and then stopped midway. He turned to look at me and said, “You’ll wait for me right?”

“Yeah. These feelings won’t change, trust me.”

“Okay...I’ll call you.”

“Okay.” I nodded. He planted another kiss on my lips that took me by surprise.

“For the road.” He said as he shrugged. I shook my head and laughed. He held my hand and tugged it a little as he went away. I watched him as he walked to his car knowing that when he comes back, things were going to be different, but in a good way. In the best way possible. He turned around again.

“GO! You’re late already! Harrison is going to kill you!” He replied to my hollering by flashing me his biggest smile and I felt my heart trying to leap out of my chest wanting to follow him. He moonwalked backward to his car like a nerd and I chuckled. God. I love this, nerd.

“SEE YOU SOON, LOVE!!!” he shouted and my eyes widened hoping the neighbors didn’t hear him but I caught myself, remembering that I didn’t care about what others thought. Thomas fucking Holland likes me back. HAHA SUCKAS.

“I’LL BE HERE, BOO!!” I shouted back. I didn’t know his smile could grow any bigger but it did and I felt the butterflies in my stomach go chaotic. Even if I know that our situation is only going to make me miss him more, I was excited for when the time comes that we’ll see each other again and I’ll be his. And he’ll be mine.

“Finally…” I jumped. It was Darnell.

“How long have you been standing there?” He didn’t reply but instead was smiling at his phone. “Darneesha! I’m talking to you!”

“I just won myself twenty bucks!” still not looking up from his phone.

“You bet on me?”

“No I bet on Tom. Your mom bet on you. I knew it was gon’ be Tom!”

“I don’t believe this!” But I was too happy to be annoyed. Finally, indeed.

(this gif was inspired by a tweet, i just cant find it)

note: Thank you so much to everyone who ended up liking this fanfic. I really didn’t expect this kind of response, I just really wanted to write something about tomdaya because I’m so fucking whipped when it comes to them. This is sadly the last chapter but hopefully not the last tomdaya fanfic. Leave me messages on ideas for future fanfics, comments on this fanfic, anything tomdaya! I love getting messages.

*GIFS are mine unless stated otherwise, please don’t steal.

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isimpoveryou · 3 years ago

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Tom Holland x Ex!Singer!OC

face claim: madison beer

Can you do a Tom Holland x Ex!Singer!Reader social media fic where he’s with Zendaya and she makes a new single “Reckless” . Can the face claim be Madison Beer

AN: eventho this is an social media au but this some sad shit. also scandalous is not a real acc lmao AND robert is your dad hehheheh

warning: english is my second language

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scandalous ✔︎

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scandalous it seems like actor Tom Holland and Actress Zendaya finally confirmed dating, after they were caught by paparazi. But what happened to singer Alana Rose Downey and Tom Holland?? and why did they ended their 2 years of relationship together? find out more just by clicking to our website in our bio.

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alanafan09 excuse ME?!

tomdayafan18 finally tom realize that alana is not it

tomfan34 yes im happy for tom but isnt that to fast to move on from someone.....

alanafan182 why is alana always gets the shittiest break up. she deserved better

tomdaya290 AHHHH YAYAYA NO MORE #yourshipname

alanafan190 🖕

tomfan289 tom is screwed-

alanadowney ✔︎

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alanadowney coming soon

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alanafan09 FINALLY AFTER 2 YEARS OF WAITING

alanadowney IM SORRY TO KEEP YOU IN WAITING 😭😭

tomfan109 i just knowwww this is abt tom

gigihadid proud of you 😘😘

alanadowney thank you 😘😘

yourmomsinstagram you better drop it in a month or not i will posting baby pictures of you

alanadowney mom....

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alanaupdates i just saw alana with her mom while i was shopping and i think i freaked out a little bit since i saw them when alana were beside me and i actually have the gut to asked a picture with her and she said sure but after she pays her stuff so ofc i talk to her a bit and i asked her abt her upcoming song and she actually replied with "hahah i knew this was coming but eh its fine to be curious we are human after all. but yeah for a hint my new song about my previous relationship. thats all im gonna say before my maneger kills me." i cant wait to listen to it now.

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alanafan289 its abt tom

alanafan77 JDJSJJS YOUR SO LUCKY TO MEET HER

alanaupdates IKK and also i like how your the one 3 out of 10 ppl to commented that

alanadowney it's so nice to meet you and thank for your small business the mask and charms are so cute

alanaupdates THANK YOUU OMG

tomfan108 i saw her too and she was so nice to take a picture with me and signed my tee

tomfan29 she should just leave tom alone

tomdayafan199 whore’s finally gona

alanafan290 toxic tomdaya fan are really.....

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alanadowney reckless cover art 🏹 new single dropping soon

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alanafan19 i just woke up and opened instagram CHILL-

alanafan08 today y/n chose violence

robertdowneyjr im proud of you sweetheart

alana thanks dad ❤

tomfan10 not tom stalking her-

tomdayafan190 pls she really needs attention

tomfan109 why did tom liked this-

alanadowney ✔︎

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alanadowney said you'd never hurt me, but here we are. premire today

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alanafan190 FUCKKK IM EXCITED

alanafan111 I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR 30 MINUTES NOW....ANYTIME NOW?!

devonleecarlson y/n your suffering all of us to wait

alanadowney welp- blame my manager @jessicalauren

imsebastianstan im a very patient man y/n but please just release it now

alanadoenye cant xx

tomfan189 JUST A FEW MORE MIN GUYSSS

tomfan10 DHNDJSNJ

kaiagerber waiting...

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alanadowney reckless is out everywhere 🏹🤍. Thank everyone for patiently waiting for me to released this song. A bit of backstory i actually didnt want to release this song at first because it was hard for me to sing this song without having a breakdown. I want to say thank you to my mom @yourmomsinstagram and my dad @robertdowneyjr for supporting and coming to see me while recording and very patient with me while i cried in your arms since this song i wrote full on from how i felt betrayed someone who i loved for years. also big thank you to my best friends @gigihadid @bellahadid @devonleecarlson @lukehemmings @liampayne @kaiagerber @maya_henry @niallhoran @yourbffinstagram @tchalamet for giving me the guts to try to sing reckless if not this is probably not going to released it and big thank you for my fans for supporting me from my youtube cover days to acting a bit and to singing. LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

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alanafan190 IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

alanafan211 she really knows to make us cry

tomdayafan101 plss dramatic af

alanafan191 ok? and?? shes just saying thank you to her fam,friends, and fans

tomfan289 tom really hurted her badly

robertdowneyjr i love you love bug

yourmomsinstagram im so proud of you love bug and love you love bug

gigihadid proud of you

lukehemmings ❤❤

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jechristine · 2 years ago

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Anon is right, stans really just want more bad Spider-Man because they want tomdaya to make out on screen and flirt in interviews. It's this pursuit of fandom-content that gives me the ick, it's so pervy and creepy, like when people pretend they're not literally wanking to "petermj/spideychelle" fanfic with tomdaya's actual faces on the fic, that they're really serious fans of the comics. 🙄 Like, jerk off to them if you're that [sad/desperate/lonely], but don't pretend it's about Spider-Man and the integrity of the MJs arc ...

Lol but to be fair that fandom content is probably front and center of Amy Pascal’s and Kevin Feige’s minds because it’s one way that they’re going to make themselves and everyone in the projects richer and richer.

And don’t forget that there are plenty of Tom stans that would love a Spidey movie with a…different…love interest.

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Hi! I’m new to Tomdaya tumblr and tour page was one of the first I came across. Just wanted to say I love your page, the content is the best. Keep up the great work. Also do you know any Tomdaya fanfics that I can read?

Hey, welcome to my blog! 😃👋 Thanks for the kind feedback. 🥰 Re: Fanfics.... I'll be honest, I don't usually read fanfics about real people or real couples because it just feels so weird to me, ngl lol.... 👀🥴 I don't even usually read y/n or yn fanfics with celebrities/celebrity crushes because it just feels so cheesy and icck to me lol. 😬 Idk why?? 🤷

I prefer reading movie/book character fanfics instead because it feels way less weird to me lol. 😅 Again, that's just ME, so others might feel differently about it and might not view it as any big deal. So, in other words, I'm way less likely to read a fanfic about Tom and Zendaya as I'm more likely to read a fanfic about SpideyChelle or Peter and MJ. Idk if that makes sense?? 😄

Right now with school and everything else going on in my life I hardly have the time to read my driver's license, let alone a fanfic lol. 🤣 But I've read some pretty good ones in the past.

I believe I've posted a few times on my blog some fan fic recs for fans to enjoy...

I can't speak for most of these fics because I haven't read them lol, but I've read "Spring Break Fever" before and thought it was well done. They make MJ really mean in that one for some reason lol 😄, but it gets more redeemable as the story goes on. It's definitely a lengthy story with a slow burn, but it gets pretty spicy as the story goes on, (putting that out there just in case some aren't into that stuff. 👀)

There was also another SpideyChelle fic that I was in the middle of reading late last year, but it's been a while since I've even had time to pick it back up again, and I don't remember the title of it lol. :(

#fanfics #tomdaya #spideychelle #peter #mj

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tomdutch · 3 years ago

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actually rosyholland was around before you even changed to rosyhollands.. as you were rosyparker beforehand.. and ‘rosyholland’ actually gave the sister a name not y/n so I don’t know why you are being rude about something you don’t like? also you write stories and sexualises tom for likes?? not every fan of tom sees him and finds him attractive, tom reminds me of my own brother who was killed in a crash accident and seeing stories about tom treating his own sister was how my brother treated me! you wonder why you get hate it’s because you are rude and don’t care about people feelings. do better

girl you know so much abt that person huh

anyway 1) i didn’t even know that account existed, how am i supposed to know it wasn’t a reader insert fic (like that makes it better) lmfao

2) i don’t “sexualise tom for likes” i like a grown ass celebrity and write fics in which his likeness is used to create a character for a romance reader-insert story. i don’t view him in a romantic lense in one sexual fic then flip flop and be like “he’s my brother now” like put in the time to understand why that might make someone uncomfortable to see 😐 i write that shit bc i like romance and i like tom and i deadass couldn’t give less of a fuck if it gets notes or not but surprisingly enough, when you’re in a community of ppl who find tom attractive and like his work, it gets notes! who would’ve thought

3) do you realise that i’m not some all powerful mind reader who’s aware of the personal life of every random ass person who camps out in my inbox 🧍🏽‍♀️

in what world does a normal person have the thought “huh maybe this reader-insert fic i’ve been told abt with no context whatsoever wherein the reader is pregnant and tom’s sister isn’t abt incest but actually a therapy tool for women who lost their brother in a car accident and are reminded of him when they see tom so they consume tom fanfiction where they’re his sister among other scenarios where they’re his girlfriend”

just meditate on that for a second

and 3) i get hate for the simple fact that i don’t ship celebrities and i don’t jerk off to tomdaya. i don’t just “get hate” as in receive insults and get talked shit abt, i get told repeatedly over the span of almost a year and in graphic detail that i should kill myself, that the man who raped me as a child was wrong bc i’m ugly and not bc, you know, i was a fucking child and couldn’t and didn’t consent, that my trauma from being raped is stupid bc i’m so ugly why should i worry abt going out at night and possibly getting raped again.

that’s the “hate” i get. i only get it bc i don’t ship celebrities and i don’t eat the crust out of zendaya’s ass. i only get it from shippers. and i don’t wonder why beloved i’m very aware. i think it’s fucking hilarious that you think you can sit there and judge me and belittle and justify the harassment i receive daily just for daring to be on a social media app and not ship real ppl all while you’re hiding behind anon and accusing me of irrational shit.

talking abt “do mental gymnastics to excuse fics you never saw by someone you don’t know and maybe you won’t get told to hang yourself or else you deserve it.” get the fuck away from me.

#masked vigilante #answered

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How r u gonna call tomdayas dirrespectful and that they make t/z uncomfy when u literally write fan fictions about tom and his brothers as if that isn’t creepy af and you also make weird allegations about toms dad as if that’s sooo respectful😐

answering below cause you really thought you did something

because a. tom and zendaya have said people shipping them makes them uncomfortable and have asked them to stop. plus them stans are getting to the point of stalking and that is not okay. if tom or harry (because i write for one of his brothers) were to ever say people writing fanfic makes them uncomfy then i’d stop and be fucking respectful. i write using them as a face claim because i dont know what their personalities are like, everything you see depicted in my fics is something i have created using tom or harry’s faces as an image to my own personal ideas. + everything i write is appropriate and completely harmless, i’m not destroying friendships by writing out scenarios for people to have an escape.

and b. i did not make ‘allegations’ about anyone. an allegation is: a claim or assertion that someone has done something illegal or wrong, typically one made without proof. i simply stated that i disliked the man because of things he has said online (with proof) and that he just rubs me the wrong way. i was not the only one he gives bad vibes too and i did not claim that he had done anything wrong or illegal. anything stated by me said things such as ‘i think’ ‘i feel’ or ‘he seems.’ any claims or things stated were made by anons who i have 0 control over. neither me nor any anons ever stated that he had done anything awful, all of these were hypothetical thoughts and feelings from his online persona. i did not encourage any of those anons to speak to me that day, especially not with my replies because i was replying with things that were stupid and barely relevant. Me saying the words ‘he gives me …. vibes’ is not making an allegation, its a personal opinion and i stand by what i said.

if you truly have a problem with something i have said and you have a valid argument, then come off of anon and talk to me personally. you are not going to try and come at me on anonymous and be disrespectful to a literal child when you clearly have so much to say.

#anon #any further ‘anonymous messages’ on this will just be deleted #if you’re a t*mdaya or d*m stan just say

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ritebeforeyoureyes · 7 years ago

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Queen

Yay, more procrastination from me! (cries internally)

Masterlist – Plot: Tom’s post of Zendaya on Instagram.

Queen (One-Shot)

Tom loved supporting those he loved – it was why he was up at 1am, British time, awaiting his girlfriend to walk the MET Gala red carpet.

“I think our live streams a bit off.” Harrison commented as he scrolled through his Twitter feed. People were already tweeting memes about outfits they had only seen seconds prior.

“We haven’t missed her, have we?” Tom asked his best friend, his eyes immediately falling to the phone in his hands. Haz and Tess were sat beside him, both of them sleepy eyed and yet simulatenously intrigued by the opulence of the event.

“I don’t think so.“ Just to be sure, Haz decided to creep onto the Zendaya hashtag on Twitter. He scrolled past a few tweets before his eyes bulged open and the phone fell to his lap with a distinguishably audible sound. “What the-“

“Did we miss her?” Tom yelped a little too loudly and Tessa let out one of her own. “Let me see-“

“Nah, bro-“ Haz snatched his phone away from Tom’s reach before he could see exactly what he had been looking at.

The truth was, Zendaya hadn’t walked the red carpet yet. But, the thing that had Haz so shaken up was a rather mean – no, repulsive – set of tweets that had been directed at Zendaya. Despite being the fun loving and caring woman that she was, it had only taken a few mere words for people to undermine her character based on some superficial beliefs. There were unimaginably sinful comments about her race, the way she looked, her and Tom’s relationship. There were death threats … Harrison didn’t understand how somebody had the audacity to tell her to go and slit her throat from behind a computer screen. It was hurtful and uncalled for and after knowing Tom his whole life, Haz knew Tom wasn’t going to react well to seeing such levels of hate directed at the woman he loved.

“What is up with you, man?” Tom forcefully grabbed at Haz’s phone. His eyes scanned over the tweets before a sudden anger fizzled within him. His hands grew clammy and unknowingly, his fists began to clench and unclench. “What the fuck is this?” Tom picked up on some tweets in particular, his and Zendaya’s relationship critiqued and belittled based on their height difference, their colour of skin, their talent.

Tom was always someone who saw the best in people. He liked putting smiles on people’s face; making the world better, one person at a time. But, this, not even he could overlook. Some of the comments made to his Zendaya were utterly disgusting; words he wouldn’t even dare to think about, let alone make known so publicly. It hurt even more knowing that Zendaya was receiving some of this hate because of him.

“People are just messed up.” Haz took the phone back off him; preventing him from further scrolling through Zendaya’s mentions. “You just gotta ignore it-“

“Somebody told her to go kill herself! I can’t just ignore that.” MET Gala forgotten, Tom ran a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. “You know how obsessive she is about interacting with her fans, she’s probably seen that-“

Zendaya loved being able to speak to her fans and Twitter was the easiest way to make that possible. Whenever she had the time, she never hesitated to like and retweet the hilarious tweets mocking her Rocky Blue past or praising her courageous present. She loved seeing women of all shapes and sizes rocking her clothes and embracing their personalities. It made her proud of what she was doing. Her fans were her drive. But with all that good, came the bad. Zendaya was only human. And sometimes, the bad, really got to her. A remark about her weight or her height had Zendaya doubting herself. She’d think twice before stepping out in a baggy pair of sweats or question Law when he wanted to put her in six-inch heels.

Tom sighed heavily, his eyes closing momentarily. He hated that he and Zendaya had to do this whole long-distance shit. He knew their careers came first, but at times like these, he really wished he could just hug her; tell her how beautiful she is, tell her that she has a kind heart, a gracious smile … a banging body. Zendaya was a woman who thrived on verbal reassurance and Tom loved showering her in affection whenever he could, but especially at times when he knew she was probably feeling a little self-conscious.

“You can call her once she’s off the carpet, okay?” Haz tried to reassure his best mate. “But you getting angry isn’t going to help anything.”

Tom nodded reluctantly and tried to let Tessa’s playful cuddliness distract him from the horror he had seen on Twitter. And, strangely enough, it worked. Haz would make a comment about an atrocious outfit whilst Tessa would lick the side of his arm and for a moment, Tom forgot. He chewed at flavourless popcorn and sipped from his beer; his excitement about seeing Zendaya slay the red carpet returning.

“And, here we have …” Giuliana Rancic’s voice dragged as the screen panned from the studio back to the red carpet. “Zendaya.” Tom’s head snapped upwards and the grin that coasted across his features was inevitable. Tessa was howling in the background, but all Tom could focus on was her.

“Wow.” The E! Entertainment commentators were voicing Tom’s opinions about how beautiful Zendaya looked. She was a fashion vision - sexy and daring. Her hair was a soft tinge of red, a homage to both Joan of Arc and Mary Jane Watson. But the outfit … the outfit made her look like the person she was – a fighter. The armour was accurate because Zendaya was a warrior; a woman of colour who not only fought sexism and racism but colourism too.

“Damn son.” Haz clapped Tom on his shoulder in that typical laddish way, Tom smirking in response because she was his. He got to call that long-legged, kind, honest, stunning human his. All Twitter hate aside, Tom felt pride swarm through every fibre of his being and he couldn’t help himself … “Tommy, what are you doing?”

As shots moved to the next A-list celebrity walking the carpet, Tom was readily on his phone and scanning the HD pictures that were being released of Zendaya’s whole look. The smile on his face was imprinted and goofily big as he saved every one of them, mentally picking his favourites. He knew his next move was going to be bold and questionable to many of the antis out there, but Tom couldn’t care any less. He was proud and awestruck of his girlfriend and he was going to let the world know.

“Shutting these haters up.” Harrison just watched Tom curiously as he flicked through all the different angles of Zendaya on the red carpet before posting his favourite to Instagram with the caption – all hail the queen, killing it mate.

“She’s going to kill you, you know.” This time, it was Harrison’s turn to smirk … because there was nothing like the wrath of the all mighty Zendaya Maree Coleman.

“Hey!” Tom raised his arms up in surrender. “I added the mate in there for caution.”

#tomdaya #tomdaya fanfiction #tomdaya fanfic #tomdaya fan fiction #tomdaya fan fic #ritebeforeyoureyes #queen

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 3 years ago

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About Me

Hello and thank you for making your way to my page! If you want to find out a little bit more about me then just keep reading!

A little bit about me:

Hello! My name is Hailey and I am 19 years old. I am going into my year of high school, and then I will be in college! Next year in the fall I will be attending college to be an high school English teacher! I fully speak English and I am currently learning Spanish, so if you have any tips, come and message me if you want!

I am pretty active on here so feel free to message me, or request something and I will respond/write it fairly quickly (I hope).

I am an absolute simp for Tom and Simu so you’ll probably be seeing a lot of thirst posts from me. I love the Marvel movies and cast; my favorites are Black Panther, Ant-Man, all Spider-Man movies, Age of Ultron, and Infinity War.

I am a huge book nerd, my favorites are anything from Rick Riodan and Victoria Aveyard. As I said before, I love to draw and you can find my art blog @hailey-drawsthings though I don’t really update it regularly as I should. I also have a K-pop writing blog @hanjisungsbiwife if you like Stray Kids and Seventeen!

What can you send me?

You can send absolutely anything you want! I write for a lot of characters and their actors so you guys will have a wide range to choose from!

I love interacting with people no matter if they’re anonymous or not, and I highly encourage you guys to request something, or even if you just want to talk! So here is a list of things that I will not tolerate in my inbox:

Racism or homophobia: I absolutely will not tolerate these at all so please do not send in anything that supports this because you will be blocked if you do. This also includes anything related to sexism, transphobia, antisemtic, islamophobia, and any other form of hate. I hate that we still have to put these out there, but here we are.

Celebrity love lives: Look, I’m just here to thirst over Tom, not to be involved in his love life because that is his business and since he is an actor and has no privacy, I feel that we as his fans owe it to him to not care and just let him be happy. So please do not send in anything Tomdaya or anything celebrity ship related or any hate towards past girlfriends or any of that kind.

Who do I write for?

I write for a lot of people and characters so here we go:

Peter Parker

Arvin Russell

Tom Holland

Simu Liu

Shang-Chi

Florence Pugh

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Nathan Drake (Uncharted film)

Can you direct message me?

Absolutely! Please I encourage you to, whether you want to talk or request, but yes I am always available so feel free to do so.

Do you take requests?

Yes I do! I have a ton of school work and actual work in the summer, so writing will take a while.

I will write fluff, angst, smut, and hurt/comfort. If you do request angst, just expect a happy ending because I am a sucker for them and I hate not writing one.

Request Guidelines:

I will not write anything that has to do with sexual assault, domestic/physical abuse, incest, and anything relating to that matter (I don’t know why people write about these, but please don’t send those in), as well as any explicit mental heath issues; I do not have depression or anxiety, or anything like that so if you request something that has these, I may or may not write it depending on what you request because I don’t want to get something wrong. If I do write it then I will do research on what it’s like having it so maybe I will, I don't know yet.

I will write insecure fics such as physical image insecurity fics because I do struggle with that, but I won’t dive deep into a certain mental health issue.

But yeah, so that’s all about me so have fun on my blog!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker #tom holland x reader #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell #arvin russell fluff #shang chi x reader #simu liu x reader #florence pugh x reader #oscar isaac x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #poe dameron x reader #nathan drake x reader

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kelieah · 3 years ago

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Ok so, since I know for a fact I wasn’t the only Tom fan a little hurt by everything- could you do like some sort of angst with the tomdaya stuff going on and y/n? You can get creative!

posted a fic that hopefully fits with your request :)

falling (tom holland x reader)

#i feel like it’s rushed and bad but whatever 😭#kelly’s inbox #anon :)

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mamgt · 7 years ago

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Falling Stars

Chapter 3: How Do We Rewrite The Stars?

Song: Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya

Table of Contents

“Did you get home safe?” read Tom’s text.

We had just arrived to L.A. and it was still dark outside. My body clock was completely off with all the traveling that I decided to unpack all my suitcases at 2 in the morning. I hadn’t fixed my stuff since my trip to Australia because I was too tired then but now I had all the energy in the world.

I was putting my clothes in a laundry bag, more like shoving, when my phone lit up. I walked towards my bedside table where I had put it to play music and saw Tom’s message. His body clock must be off too.

“Yeah. You?” I replied.

“Yup! Already landed in L.A.” he replied back. “How was the flight?” he added.

I honestly couldn’t remember. Since this whole falling for Tom thing started, my mind hasn’t been itself. It’s all cluttered and confused. I barely slept on the flight back, not even a blink. My mind kept going back to how I acted in London and what Darnell had said, “What if he does?” then it would alternate with memories of me with Tom before this whole situation happened, before I realized that I had fallen in love with this nerd. Was it possible that he could like me too? I shook my head. I don’t want to put myself up just to be let down.

“Fine. Yours?”

“Fine.”

What do I reply to that? I stared at the screen, thinking if I should say something more or leave the conversation as it is when I saw the little bubble that meant he was typing something. Then it disappeared. I heaved a heavy sigh. That’s it? Then the bubble came back.

Then was gone again.

Came back again for awhile like he was writing a long message.

Then gone again.

Like he was hesitating.

What is he typing?

“Z.”

Wow. One letter.

“Yeah?”

“Can I call you?”

I stared at his last message and squinted my eyes at it. I looked at the clock: 2:08 am.

At 2 am? Can he call me at 2 am? Do I have the wits for this? But I can’t avoid him. Not like I did back in London. Of all the places I could’ve been a jerk to Tom, I did it in his own city. Darnell was right; first and foremost he was my friend and I can’t go acting crazy around him by taking him out of my photos and avoiding every chance I get. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, blowing the hair that had fallen on my face. I typed “Sure.” Then his name appeared on my phone and I clicked the green button to answer.

“Hey..” his voice was quiet and low. I little smile crept on my face. I don’t know why but hearing him made me happy. The mere sound of his voice reminds me with every second, I fall harder.

“Hi.”

“Can’t sleep?” he said.

“Yeah…”

“Me too” and then there was silence. This was excruciating. I need this to stop. No matter how I feel I don’t want this to be awkward. I looked at my suitcases and thought of telling him about what I was doing.

“So—“

“I-“

We spoke at the same time. “Uh, sorry. What were you saying?” he said.

“No it’s fine. What were you going to say?” I said.

“Oh… uhm…” he said and then silence fell on us again and so I decided to cut it.

“I’m trying to fix my stuff…from all the traveling. It’s harder than I thought it would be.” I laughed weakly. “I wish I had already unpacked before. Now they’re all just… here….you know what I mean?”

“Oh that’s cool. I mean, not cool, I-uh…Do you need help?”

“Darnell is already asleep and I already asked Noon and he said no.”

“Well…uhm.. I can…uh.. come over? I can help you.” My eyebrows shot up. I was surprised. At 2 am? I checked the time on my alarm clock. I wasn’t losing it. It was 2 in the morning and he was offering to come over? To unpack my stuff? Huh?

“I mean. If you want. That is.” He added.

“You can? I guess. If… I mean it’s two in the morning Tom…”

“I know but I have all this energy…”

“Same!!” I laughed.

“Yeah, so. Am I coming over? Use my spidey skills on your luggage”

“You know you’re not really Spider-man, right?” I had this wide grin on my face. Ear to ear, as they say.

“What? I am. I am Spider-man,” he said pretending to be hurt. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes” and then he dropped the phone.

Ohhh shit…

What just happened? Is Tom really coming over here at two in the fucking morning. Do you know what it sounds like? It sounds like a booty call. I mean. He didn’t call me for that— But I mean the situation. What would other people think? What would they— WAIT. No. I don’t care about what other people think, remember? Right. So. He’s just coming over here as a friend. I need to remind myself of that. I owe him anyways for how I acted back in London. The guilt was evident, like a lump in my throat.

Okay. So. We’re going to be calm and col-lec-ted. I know I keep telling myself that and then when Tom comes the “zen” in Zendaya flies away. Boom. But it has to be different now. So what do I do? I paced back in forth in my room, biting the bottom of lip. “What do you think I should do, Noon?” I looked at Noon who was comfortable in my bed. He rolled over with his feet up in the air and his belly facing the ceiling. I giggled. “I didn’t ask you to play dead, son…”

Act. You’re an actress. Then… ACT.

“I’m actress.” I told myself out loud. “Yeah! I’ll just act like we’re just friends. Because we are. Yeah. You got this. You got this.” I started jogging in place and punching the air like Rocky Balboa “I GOT THIS.”

Ding.

I got a message. Tom texted that he was already outside. Oh shit. But what do I look like? I ran to the mirror and saw my reflection. I was wearing a big T-shirt and sweatpants. Nothing out of the ordinary, to be honest. My hair was tied into a loose ponytail that sent my curls everywhere. There were dark circles under my eyes, too.

“GAHHH!” I said to my reflection. No. We’re not going to fix myself. Tom has seen me this way and we are going to ACT. ACT LIKE I DON’T LIKE HIM. “Go Zendaya, guuurl you got this.” I pumped myself up and went down to get the door.

I opened the door to Tom who was hugging himself so tightly. His breath created small white puffs in the air. “W-w-what t-t-took you so lo-lo-long?! I-It’s fuh-fuh-fre-freezing!” he stammered, rubbing his arms up and down to warm himself. I closed the door behind him and laughed.

“You’re such a wimp.” I walked past him and towards the stairs.

“Hey! You try going outside!”

“No thanks!” and continued climbing up the stairs. Tom followed, taking two steps at a time to catch up with me. When he was close enough, he put his hand on my arm.

“WOAH! STOP!” I jumped. His hand was REALLY cold. I stopped climbing up the stairs and looked at him. He looked smug with his hair tousled. Honestly Tom, you’re not making this whole acting thing easy for me.

“I told you. You were going to let my butt freeze out there.”

“Some spider-man huh?” I teased.

“Well, you’re on a roll tonight!” he laughed. We walked inside my room with all my stuff scattered around. There was a pile of shoes and another pile for my clothes. I had several laundry bags that I already filled. Noon was walking about my piles, trying to find a place to nuzzle himself in but then he spotted Tom and ran to him. “Hey! Hey, boy! Did you miss me? Yeah, you did!,” Tom said as he picked up Noon and gave him a little shake. He put him down and Noon ran back to my bed. I smiled at them. My son and my…Tom… not even my Tom. Just Tom.

“Wow that’s a lot of stuff” Tom commented as he rubbed his hands together to get himself warm.

“I’m gonna use my spidey-skillzz pew pew pew” I said mocking him and pretending to shoot spiderwebs from my wrists.

“Fuck off!!!” he said then proceeded to follow me to the other side of my mountain of clothes and shoes. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t touch my clothes” I sassed.

“What? But I thought the whole point was to—“

“Bring down the laundry bag over there. I don’t want you touchin’ my delicates”

“I don’t want you touchin’ my delicates” Tom mocked my feminine voice and started to lift up my laundry bag.

“I’m sorry, you said something?” I teased.

“No ma’am Zendaya. I was simply saying you look awfully ravishing tonight” he replied, exaggerating his British accent.

“Just bring it down to the laundry room, Alfred,” I said, copying Batman’s voice. Tom laughed and for a moment I thought this was going to work. If I can just put my feelings aside, this was going to work. I nodded to myself.

“Hey Tom!” Tom had already left the room but when I called him, he peeped his head out from the doorway.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” I said and gave him a genuine smile. He returned the smile back at me and I could feel myself melt from where I was standing.

“Sure, love.”

I can do this. This friendship means more to me than what I feel. Tom is such a good guy. Genuinely good and great, that’s why I HAVE the feelings. I can’t just push him aside without an explanation. Look at him helping me out with my stuff. Who does that? What guy would do that for his friend?

You need to be stronger, Zendaya. No more freaking out. The more you do crazy shit, the more he’ll pull away for sure. And you can’t do that because…

Because I’m used to having him around.

“Okay. What’s next?” Tom jumped into the room with his hands spread out like a toddler showing off as if proud for bringing down a bag of laundry. I shook out of my trance and looked around.

“Uhm… You can start getting some of my shoes and just arrange them in my closet. By pairs!”

“I wouldn’t dare not to put them back by PAIRS!” he dramatically said with big eyes. I laughed. “You better not break any of those Tom!” I shouted after him as he went into my closet with at least 4 pairs of shoes in his hands. I sat down and started shoving another pile of clothes into a laundry bag.

“Ohh.. What’s this?” I heard him say from inside my closet.

“Tom?” I shouted. He didn’t answer.

“Tom? What are you doing?” I tried again but still, no response. I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor and walked to my closet. “Tom what the — FUCK?”

Tom was wearing my dancing shoes, the ones I used for Dancing With The Stars. I had kept them because they carried so much memories and a feat that I will never forget. At 16, I learned to dance ballroom, a style outside of my comfort zone. I was the first youngest contestant on the show, not to mention I had to dance with a guy so much older than me. But Val was cool. I found a big brother in him and he had taught me so much not just in dancing. He taught me to believe in myself and to keep pushing because there’s more to me than I know. And I taught the grumpy old man to laugh. I miss Val.

“I didn’t know you still had these!!” Tom said excitedly. “I fit in them too! I didn’t know your feet were THAT big! How did you dance in them? I bet you kept stepping on his—what’s his name—Victor?”

“Fuck off!” We were both laughing. Tom looked RIDICULOUS. I don’t know why he decided to wear my shoes but it DID fit him. “And it’s Val!” I added. Tom modeled around with my shoes. He kept trying to do a fierce face and putting his hands on his waist. I kept laughing at the whole scene.

“Take those off! They have sentimental value!!” I exclaimed, holding my stomach because it was hurting from all the laughing. Tom kept posing like a supermodel, flicking his invisible long hair along the way. “Seriously Tom, you’ll —“

And he tripped. “Ooof!”

“…hurt. yourself.” I laughed hysterically. How is it possible that he danced Rihanna’s Umbrella in heels but can’t even walk in my dancing shoes! He never fails to give me an ab workout from all the laughing. I was literally bracing myself for dear life. I was laughing so hard, I was on the ground with my eyes shut.

“Okay. Taking them off,” he said, defeated. He sat up and took off my shoes. I looked up and he was already standing over me with my dancing shoes dangling from his hand. He held out his other hand and I took it to stand up.

“You wear them” he said as he held my shoes in front of my face without letting go of my hand.

“Why?” I said, with tears in my eyes from all the laughing. He just shrugged. I looked at the shoes. I did miss dancing with these even if I hated them the first time and was happy to have ended my relationship with it after Dancing With The Stars.

“Can I have my hand back?” I said and he let it go. I got the shoes from him and walked to my bed and started putting on my dancing shoes.

“There. Happy?” I said as I stood up from my bed. These shoes felt like home now. They eventually molded around my feet as I kept dancing in them.

“Not quite.”

I looked at him with a face that said, What the fuck? He just laughed. “We have to DANCE in them! That’s why they’re called dancing shoes,” he said

“We? But YOU don’t have dancing shoes!” I teased. Tom walked over to me and held both my hands. He walked backwards, facing me, pulling me into the center of the room. “Yeah, but I think Val was just as short EVEN with the dancing shoes” he teased back. I laughed.

“Wait,” he said. He let go my hand and pushed around my clothes and luggages to give us more room.

“So what are we doing? Cha-cha? Waltz?” I asked as he moved around the stuff and I tried to remember how each style was danced.

“Hm…just this.” He raised my left hand and put my right hand on his shoulder. He proceeded to put his free hand on my waist. He stepped sideways and brought me along. He swayed and I swayed along with him.

Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

Even though I was taller than him, I met his eyes. That calmed me. I smiled. He smiled back. The music played in the background and we swayed to it slowly. How does he do it? One moment I’m a nervous wreck, stuttering, tripping, and doing all sorts of stupid then another, he calms me. Heart beating fast but I’m comfortable.

“You think it’s easy…You think I don’t want to run to you. But there are mountains. There are doors that we can’t walk through,” the music played.

“Hey it’s you,” he was able to whisper into my ear because our heads were so close.

“Hm,” I said in agreement. I’m going to enjoy this. I’m not letting myself ruin this. I put my head on his shoulder. I had to bend a little but it wasn’t uncomfortable. But I’m not going to let you see what you’re doing to me. Our chests pressed against each other and he kept the lead, swaying me side to side. I moved my hand on his shoulder to around his neck in a sort of embrace. He moved his hand that was on the small of my back to around my waist. I wonder if he could feel my heartbeat pounding, trying to get out of my chest to meet his. I wonder if we could stay like this without these questions in my head: why did I have to fall for you? What’s going to happen? Am I always going to feel this way? Do you feel the same way? What if you don’t? Do I lose you?

“We’re bound to breaking. My hands…are tied.” The song ended. My phone played the next song — Beyonce. I lifted my head and pulled myself away from Tom. He smiled at me, I smiled back. I could drown in those eyes but Zendaya, FOCUS. “We should finish THAT” I said as I pointed to my pile of clothes and shoes.

After some time, we got through a lot of my clothes and returned my shoes back into the closet. There was one more suitcase left but Tom and I got hungry so we went down to the kitchen to eat some chips and eventually retired to the couch. Tom borrowed a sweater from me because he was still cold from waiting outside. I kept my dancing shoes and decided to wear fluffy slippers instead. We were laying on my couch, staring at the TV screen that wasn’t even turned on. It was still pretty dark outside and the only light was coming from the kitchen.

“Zendaya.”

“Hm?” I lifted my head to look at him. He was sitting on one end of the couch and I was on the other end.

“So..” he cleared his throat. “We… You and I…”

Oh no. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! He saw right through me!! I was giving off that vibe… oh no. OH FUCK.

“We’re okay right?”

“Huh?!” I said.

“I mean. In London? You were… I don’t know. I kind of got the feeling that you didn’t want me around. Did I do something wrong”

Oh thank god. I thought he was going to ask if “we’re ‘just friends’ right?” That “you know I don’t have feelings for you right?”

I didn’t reply quickly because I was internally celebrating that he didn’t think I liked him. Tom continued, “I’m sorry if I did. If I…I had done something to…”

“No! I’m sorry ‘bout that. The way I acted in London… was way… way.. off. I don’t know… what happened.” I mean I do but I’m not going to tell you that oh I accidentally fell for you, sorry. “But you didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t worry. We’re okay” I continued.

“Are you sure? You can be honest with me Z….” his voice was real quiet and I can sense the hurt. It must have really bothered him.

“I am honest!” Not about my feelings towards you but honest in every other aspect.

“I know it’s our thing to like joke around each other but if you ever feel like it’s going overboard, like if I’m hurting your feelings…” His face was in pain. What did I do? It must have been a big deal for him… me pulling away…

“Tom.” I touched his arm. “You couldn’t, okay. Even if you could. I would definitely tell you, okay. Listen, I am a girl of confrontation. You know that.” I bit my lower lip because although that was true in most circumstances, my feelings were not exactly something I would like to confront him with. Nonetheless, a smile crept up his face and I knew I was a goner.

This isn’t going away. How I feel. It’s going to stay but it doesn’t mean our friendship has to go. The way he asked me about London. It genuinely affected him. He doesn’t deserve that. I just have to keep THIS inside. I guess. It’s worth it if it means seeing this face. If it means two in the morning hang-outs. If it means I get to see that smile and know that I can be the reason behind it.

“Yeah I do. That’s good to hear. I couldn’t afford to lose one of my best mates.”

“Yeah, dude. You got me.” You SO got me. I sighed heavily and we continued to space out on the empty TV. I could see his reflection on it and he still had that stupid smile on his face and I could see he was staring at my reflection too. I had a stupid smile on my face. This is how it’s going to be.

I don’t want to lose you.

Tom and I kept talking until the sun started peeking through the windows and the sky turned pink. We had moved into my house’s front steps as the temperature increased and we were sure we wouldn’t freeze our butts off. We caught up on the things that were going in our lives and the feelings we still needed to release even if the occasion from which it was produced was long over. Of course, excluding whatever I felt for him. We laughed until we were coughing, waking up the early birds. Tom then started asking advice again about his fame. Ever since the Civil War movie came out, the amount of attention he has been receiving has tripled or quadrupled, or whatever. It was insane how quickly he became famous and that’s amazing but there were downsides to it. He’s not used to it since it happened so quickly. He would call me up especially when it got too out of hand. I’m happy enough to help. Being under the spotlight for so long that I basically grew up in front of everyone, I had some experience with the press and their unrelenting goal of knowing EVERYTHING. I was no expert, though. My fame was different from his. He’s a superhero. A well loved and known icon even before any of us were born. He was integrated to not only the icons of the superhero world but the biggest stars in Hollywood. Yet, he turned to me every time. He trusted in what I said and looked up to me in a way.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“Nah. You get used to it or you pretend to look like you do…”

“You just look so unbothered, not even, not just unbothered but elegant.”

“…Thanks.” I managed to croak out. I’m pretty damn sure a crazy ass smile is plastered on my face. I pursed my lips to keep it from showing.

“Hey, Z.”

“Hm?”

“Do you think…” he trailed off.

“What? What do I think?”

“No. It’s stupid. Nevermind.” He looked far off onto the street. I looked at him and his perfect jawline as it casted shadows on his neck. The sunrise was giving him a glow.

“Just say it. You’re already stupid.” I laughed and nudged him.

“Hey…”

“Go!”

“Fine. Do you think…it’s possible to date…?” Me? Yes. Kidding. He didn’t say me but duh. That was the first thing in my head. It was sad that something so simple as dating became trivial once you were under the spotlight. Believe. Me. Been there, done that. As much as I thought I would be devastated being single again, I actually prefer it. There was nothing to hide. Except maybe now with my feelings for Tom. But a whole part of me was hidden when I was in a relationship. It was safe there but it was hard. It was something I wanted to keep safe but you sacrifice being real with people who support you, look up to you. I haven’t even told Tom who I dated before. Not the name. Not the specifics.

“Of course! It’s still your life, Tom. Don’t let it stop you from loving someone besides, with you being Spider-man! You could get any girl!” You could get me.

Tom laughed and I laughed with him. It occurred to me the truth of my words. He could get anyone. Literally, thousands of girls would sign-up for him because he was Spider-man but not just that. He was beautiful and kind. What girl wouldn’t love that? Suddenly, my mood dropped. Not only do I have to worry about what would happen if he knew I was catching feelings for him but whether I would, against all those other girls, be the one he chooses. If I’m even a choice. I was looking at my hands as I unclenched them. I didn’t even realize my hands were balled into fists, trying to hold on to nothing. I looked at Tom to see if he saw my hands only to find that he had been looking at me this whole time.

“What?” Did he see my ball up my fists? Oh no. He said nothing at first and opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. Just like the little bubble in the text messages.

“Wha-at?” I repeated. He smiled. A beautiful and kind smile. The smile that knees go weak for.

“Nothing.” He turned to look at the street again. It was my turn to gaze at him.

“Do you think I could date a celebrity?,” he asked quietly like a little boy too shy to ask questions but is genuinely curious about the world. He turned to me and locked his eyes on mine. “I mean, is it hard? If both of us were famous?”

I looked away. I felt the blood pulsate all the way to my cheeks. I didn’t want to hope that it was possible that he could like me back especially the idea that we could be together. I’m not prepping myself up for disappointment and even if we could be together….”It is kind of…hard.”

“Yeah?”

“But not impossible. I guess. It depends on who you’ll be with, you know what I mean? Lots of celebrities end up together! Selena Gomez and Justin B— okay no they broke up, Channing Tatum— no they got a divorce. Uhm… Beyonce and Jay-Z! There you go! Two perfectly famous people.”

“Jay-Z cheated though.”

“Okay. But! But, they’re still together.” I said but Tom didn’t look convinced. I wasn’t either because WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD CHEAT ON BEYONCE?!

“Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone…,” Tom piped in.

“Yeah but I think they broke up…” Silence. Again. I can’t have this. “But you can be the exception.” He looked at me, I looked away. “I mean. Why are we comparing you to all these people? You’re not them. Tom. This is still your life. Don’t let other people tell you who you get to love or if you’re allowed to love. You know what I mean? I know this whole fame thing is scaring you but you’re still you. You still control YOUR life. If being in a relationship with someone who is famous, maybe as famous as the queen…”

“THE QUEEN? SHE’S TOO OLD!”

“B. Queen B. You didn’t let me finish!” We both laughed. “No matter who it is, crazy famous or not, as long as it makes you happy? Go for it. Shoot for the stars!”

“Or..rewrite the stars…” he whispered under his breath.

“SHUT UP! I was really in the moment.”

Tom laughed stupidly, leaning forward the way he does when he’s genuinely laughing so hard. “I know. I know. That’s some good advice.”

“Well. You know…” I said, flipping my hair, pretending to be snooty and proud. Tom was still staring at me with a smile on his face and I felt conscious about it. I looked down onto my toes and prayed to God, I didn’t start sweating because it was going to be seen through my shirt.

“Would you do it?,” Tom asked.

“Date someone famous?”

“Yeah?”

“Uhm… I mean yeah. If it made me happy, like I said.” And you make me happy. But this okay. It’s okay if we’re just friends. I don’t want this relationship to end and I know I shouldn’t be basing it off of the last relationship I had but if I do date Tom, what if ends bad? I need this face. I need his soul. He makes me feel like how someone people feel when they get a million likes on Instagram, validated in some way, like I belong somewhere, maybe right here, beside him. He was an extension of home. A comfort I never thought I needed.

“Did he make you happy?”

“Who?,” I said, snapping out of my reverie.

“Your ex?”

“I mean. We were together for 4 years so that must have accounted for SOME happiness,” I joked. Tom seemed serious, however. “Of course. Of course he made me happy. You wouldn’t last in a relationship that didn’t feel right. He made me laugh… a lot. Made me feel good about myself…and then it didn’t… then he just brought sadness…”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I brushed it off.

“I didn’t mean to pry… We don’t have to talk about it…Sorry…”

“No, man, it’s all good. I really am over it. I’m just saying that…yeah for a time he made me happy. It ended bad but I can’t deny that for a time…” I shrugged. I hate looking back at it because I was so young and so ignorant. You always go in blind the first time but you come out smarter, wiser. Maybe a little bruised, sometimes walls up but when you can find someone to bring them down…I looked back at Tom who was still staring at me. I smiled at him to let him know I really was okay but he still had that look on his face. “Stop staring at me!”

“Sorry!,” he said as he put his hands up. He smiled and looked away.

Eventually our energies ran dry and we fell asleep. Tom leaned on my front door and I settled on his lap, one of his hands resting on my back. I want to say that that’s how Darnell found us but I think it wasn’t a smart move for Tom to have leaned on a DOOR. Imagine Darnell pulling it open, hysterical that I was not in bed.

SMACK.

Tom’s head hit the floor of my house. “FUCK!”

“SHIT!” That was Darnell. I was luckily safe from any harm because I was cushioned by Tom’s legs.

“OH SHIT! TOM? TOM? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Darnell frantically lifted Tom’s head up and ran to the kitchen. I removed myself from Tom, “What the fuck happened?” Tom was rubbing the back of his head and had his eyes squeezed shut. “Why…do I… always get hurt…when you fall asleep…on…me?” he said in between breaths. “Ahhhhh…,” he released a painful breath.

“Fuck! I’m sorry!” I reached out for the back of his head and kneeled in front of him. There was a bump this time. “OW!” A big one. Do you think his manager will kill me or Nikki… or his brothers…? Oops. “Sorry, dude. But you shouldn’t have leaned on A DOOR!”

“Hey! I’m already injured here!!”

“Right, right, sorry.” I rubbed the areas surrounding the bump instead, careful not to touch it so it wouldn’t cause anymore pain that it already did. Darnell came back with a pack of ice.

“Here…” he gave me the ice and I held it to the bump on his head. “Ow..ow! OW! Careful!”

“Sorry…sorry… here you do it…” I said as I tried to hand the ice pack to him.

“No. it’s fine. You do it…” He pushed the ice away and I held it again to his head. I moved in closer so I wouldn’t strain myself and lifted his torso a little more. His eyes fluttered open. We were so close again. Those eyes stared back at me intensely and I could feel like something was happening. Like a tornado in my stomach. What are you doing to me again, Tom? We held each other’s gaze forgetting that Darnell was standing right behind us.

“WAIT! HOLD UP! What in the hell were you doing here in the first place huh?” Here we go again. Darnell is grandmother mode. “Yo Z! I was worried when you weren’t in bed? God knows you never leave that place and so imagine the fear that fell over me when I found it empty! Huh!?”

“I mean, it’s not like we left. We’re here,” I replied.

“AND TOM! Sorry again…for the head but why would you lean on the door…”

“I told him that too!” I exclaimed.

“HEY! HEY! Wait a minute. Wait a minute! I’m already hurt here! Am I really getting scolded on this?” and Tom pointed to the area where his bump was and where I was holding the ice pack on.

“Sorry ‘bout that, again. I guess not. What were y’all doin’ out here anyways?”

“We fell asleep,” I replied.

“On the front door?”

“Yeah.”

“When there’s a perfectly good couch inside?”

“We watched the sunrise and we were talking….” Tom said. When he said that, Darnell looked at me and suddenly had this look on his face like his whole demeanor changed from grandmother to brother. I knew that face. He was about to bust my ass.

“NO NO NO!,” I exclaimed. I gave Tom the ice pack and stood up to push Darnell inside. I cut off whatever Tom was going to say because I was terrified that Darnell was going to say something. He had a goofy ass smile on his face and wide eyes, which, as history would tell, was not a good thing.

“Oh shiiiit! Did you tell him?”

“What? What’s going on?,” Tom said as I left him and pulled Darnell and I out of earshot.

“SHHHHHH. No! Darnell shut up. I DIDN’T tell him anything. Why would you think that?,” I said in a loud whisper.

“Because sunrise shit is such a couple thing to do miss Daya, okay… also finding him here? When did he even come? I slept at one in the morning and the boy wasn’t here. So what time did he come, huh? WHY did he come?”

“Did you guys just really leave me out there? Really? Do you hate me that much?” Tom walked in, balancing the ice pack on his head and it already made his hair wet. “What are you whispering about?”

“Why are you here, Tom?” Darnell blatantly asked. My eyes grew wild. HE DID NOT JUST ASK THAT??? I hit Darnell in the arm, “OW! What?” Darnell rubbed his arm to ease the pain. “Shut up.” I whispered. Tom laughed at the sight. Thank God. He just thinks Darnell is being funny.

“I was helping Zendaya unpack her stuff. We both couldn’t sleep last night so I thought I could come over… Sorry… am I allowed to come over?”

“Yeah, of course! It’s MY house.” I emphasized the last part to Darnell and tried to send him a signal to shut the fuck up.

“Of course, Tom. You’re always welcome here, no prob. We good. Sorry if that came off wrong!”

“No pro— oh shit. What time is it?”

“Last time I checked around twelve…twelve thirty…”

“In the afternoon?!” Tom said, exasperated.

“Yeah?” Darnell replied.

What the fuck? We slept for that long? I’m surprised none of us got cramps.

“OH FUCK! I HAVE TO GO! Sorry about, why am I saying sorry? Uhhh thanks…for the ice? I’ll see you…OH SHIT!”

“What!” Darnell and I said in unison.

“I asked someone, Brian, my manager’s driver to drop me off here...,” Tom explained.

“WAIT! I’ll drive you. Anyways, you can’t go out alone with that bump in your head.” Darnell said to Tom and he turned to me, “I’ll take your car. Okay?” “Sure!” I said.

“Give me a sec. I’ll just get the keys. Bring him to your car already, Z.” Darnell left and I held Tom’s arm. I led him down to the garage where my car was parked.

“Sorry, again for THAT.”

“It’s cool. Literally.” He said, holding on to his ice pack. I laughed at how corny that pun was. How does he manage to make me feel better when I almost blew his head off? Not me, though. Darnell. But still.

“Thanks for helping me out, by the way. You’re really nice, you know that? Like. I can’t tell you enough.”

“It’s okay. I like the compliments, keep them coming, keep them coming.”

“If you didn’t have that bump in your head… I swear…”

We both laughed and Darnell eventually came. He opened the car and slipped into the driver seat. I opened the door for Tom and he went inside. Darnell started the engine and Tom had opened the passenger’s window.

“D’you know, in England, we do this thing to make the healing process faster…”

“What?!” I said too eagerly out of guilt, concern, and maybe fear that one his talent managers was going to have my head on a stake some time today.

“A kiss.” That took not only me by surprise but as well as Darnell. We both looked at each other like… oh shit. He did not just…SHIT.

“Kiss on the bruise? I was kidding about it being an English thing!” Tom laughed, amused at his joke that no one seemed to have gotten but himself. Darnell and I just laughed along with him. “Wait. Do you really not have it here?”

“We do…” Darnell said, focusing on the steering wheel.

“Keep dreaming, Spider-man,” I said coolly.

“I will,” Tom said with a smug.

“Okay, lovebirds. I remember someone was late for some shit… so are we going?”

“RIGHT! Okay. Let’s go. Bye, Love!” Tom waved like a little boy from inside the car. Darnell pressed on the gas and the car left. Tom has called me love a bunch of times before and other people too, it doesn’t mean anything but nowadays it doesn’t fail to send butterflies into my stomach. I wondered if Darnell saying “lovebirds” had any bearing on Tom. I stared at the ice pack in my hand, forgetting when I took it away from him. I walked back inside the house and dropped it in the sink.

Things haven’t changed. I was still falling for Tom. I say falling because I feel like every moment I spend with him I just dig deeper into the pit that is my feelings for him. But for the first time since I liked him, I was calm. It was possible to act like everything was normal, to act like things were the way before. I released a tired breath and dumped myself on to the couch. But it didn’t mean it made it any easier.

“I deserve an Oscar for best actress!” I mumbled into the pillow before falling back to sleep.

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