#tomdaya fanfiction

[the-curlye-blog-blog]

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[spideychelleforever]

Peter and MJ: *watch as Mantis causes someone to fall in love with Drax*

Peter: *smirks at MJ* Mantis wouldn’t need to do that to you to get you to be crazy over me, would she?

MJ: *glares, then lightly flicks the back of his head*

Peter: I didn’t hear you say no! 🤗

[machiavelien]

If you are taking requests, do you mind drawing peter and mj having some cockwarming time on the couch while just wearing hoodies:)

I tried drawing this prompt but it didn't come out how I wanted, so here are some WORDS. Plus, since this ask is almost TWO YEARS old, I’ll do you one better and throw in some “getting walked in on” and "first time" 😘

AO3: Just Halfway

When MJ shifts in his lap, Peter bites back a groan and grabs her by the hips to keep her still. "MJ…" he warns, his voice strained.

“Sorry,” she says, not feeling sorry at all. 

She shouldn’t tease her boyfriend so much. After all, she knows why he’s so hesitant to do more with her–Peter doesn’t know if he can hold back if he ever got lost in the moment, afraid that he’ll hurt her without meaning to. But stealing kisses in between classes isn’t enough, and MJ feels like she's going to explode if she waits any longer. 

Luckily, Aunt May had plans with her friends tonight, leaving the two of them all alone for the entire evening. Peter eagerly suggested that they could spend it cuddling on the couch in their PJs, and MJ was just as quick to insist that she usually sleeps in just a hoodie and her underwear.

So now she’s sitting on Peter's lap watching some sci-fi movie and pretending that she isn’t getting outrageously turned on whenever she feels him twitch underneath his boxers. He’s becoming distractingly hard against her ass, and she can’t suppress the thrill of knowing that she’s the one doing that to him.

After the opening credits, his hands begin sliding up under her hoodie to caress her stomach. His calloused fingers leave a tingling trail all over her skin, and MJ rubs her thighs together, feeling herself get embarrassingly wet from that alone. 

As he slowly inches up to the curve of her breasts, her breathing gets heavier and she can’t focus on the television screen at all anymore. When his thumbs reach her nipples, her breath hitches and a soft moan escapes her, making him chuckle. 

“Shut up, bug boy,” she says, but there’s no bite in her tone. His lips twitch, wanting to smirk, as her nipples harden under his fingers. Fuck, she wants him to touch more of her, wants to know how it feels to have his skin against hers without all their clothes in the way.

Reaching down between her legs, MJ pushes her underwear to the side and presses herself against the bulge rising from Peter’s crotch. His smirk quickly turns into a wide-eyed stare as her wetness soaks through his boxers.

With another wiggle of her ass, his cock slips free through the opening of his boxers, leaving nothing to separate them. Leaning back against his chest, MJ closes her eyes and savors the feeling of his swollen hard-on sliding between her legs.

“Fuck... that feels so good,” Peter groans, his knuckles going white as he grips the arm of the couch. “Is this… is this okay for you?”

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly. Her body is tingling all over and she’s desperate for more, but the way he's holding her up makes her feel steady and safe.

They were supposed to wait, take their time and plan something to make their first time special. But when MJ feels the swollen head of Peter's cock teasing at her entrance, pressing between her folds but just barely, she doesn’t want to wait anymore. One thrust from him is all it would take, she realizes with a thrill, to cross that line. 

“Maybe…” she begins, “you could… just go in halfway?”

Peter inhales sharply at that, his erection twitching against her. "Are you sure? It might still hurt–"

MJ silences him with a kiss, her fingers cradling his jaw. She wants him to do it. She needs him to do it. 

He pushes in slowly, breathing heavily against her neck with the effort of holding himself back. She whimpers as he goes deeper, inch by aching inch. He stops when he's halfway inside and they both let out a heavy breath at the same time, then giggle nervously.

"Is that okay?" Peter asks, arms shaking as he holds her up.

"Yeah, very okay," she hums, rocking her hips ever so slightly. "You think you can make it through the rest of this movie like this?"

Peter lets out a strangled chuckle, but turns her question back on her. "Maybe the real question is can you?"

MJ scoffs, even though she's barely keeping it together and desperate to feel him deeper. She needs him deeper inside her. She's wanted him for so long, and now all she can think about is how close she is to having him. 

Halfway isn't enough for her; her body is screaming for him. Every time she shifts in his lap, it feels even better, and she has to fight herself from grinding his cock in deeper. 

Sensing how much she’s struggling to stay still, Peter whispers in her ear, "You better not move or we're not going to finish the movie." 

Her thighs are almost shaking from the effort, but every time she clenches, he slides in a little deeper, and neither of them say anything or attempt to do anything to stop it. 

"You doing okay there?" she asks cheekily.

"Never better," Peter grunts, his grip tightening on her hips, like he doesn’t trust her not to move, which is a fair assumption. She smirks, wriggling against him on purpose.

“Keep your hips still,” he pleads. “I can't hold on if you move… like, at all.”

He throbs inside her again, and MJ thinks she might lose her mind.

"I should… I should pull out," Peter huffs.

"Yeah, okay," she replies breathlessly. But before they can make any move, they hear the front door close and footsteps coming toward the living room. 

With Spider-man reflexes, Peter lets go of MJ to grab a throw blanket from the other side of the couch. She lets out a surprised yelp when he drops her, and she ends up sinking onto his cock completely. 

A mix of hot pleasure and pain ripples through her body from where they’re joined, but she doesn’t have any time to savor it. With her heart pounding in her ears, they scramble to cover themselves with the throw blanket just in time for Peter's aunt to poke her head into the doorway.

"Hey you two! Sorry to barge in, but have you seen my keys? I'm so, so late for this thing already!"

MJ wants to make a joke about Peter getting his tardiness from, but she can't form any coherent words while holding back a moan at the same time. 

"Having a movie night?" May asks, rifling through her purse.

"Mm hmm," Peter nods impatiently. 

“That’s so cute. What are you watching?”

“Uh… I don’t know, we just turned it on. We were doing homework before…”

MJ’s head is spinning, and she is barely following May and Peter's exchange. All she can think about is how she's sitting on Peter’s lap with his cock buried inside her, trying not to move as he throbs against her tight walls. She swears she's going to go insane if she has to hold still any longer. 

“You kids look so cozy in your hoodies!” May beams, coming around to the back of the couch to give both of them a squeeze on the shoulders.

They both tense, and May squints at them, scrutinizing the way MJ is sitting on her nephew's lap with a blanket suspiciously wrapped around them from the waist down. 

“Well, I’ll be out of your guys’ way in a jiffy,” she promises, disappearing into her bedroom.

Peter lets out a breath, but only for a second before his aunt returns, jingling her keys in triumph. On the way out the door, May stops again and turns back to face them. “Do you guys want to swap out that throw blanket for one of the comfier quilts–”

“No!” Peter and MJ shout at the same time, startling his aunt.

“Okay, okay! I got the message loud and clear. Didn’t mean to interrupt your little date night!”

When the door finally clicks shut, Peter lifts MJ up and frantically pulls out, falling back on the couch with a heavy exhale. His dick is still hard, aching with need as it sticks up in the air. MJ crawls over towards him, her own dissatisfaction still throbbing between her legs, and straddles him with her crotch hovering just over the tip of his erection.

He looks up at her, his brown eyes locking onto hers. "So, you want to finish that movie or…?"

She pretends to think about it for a moment before replying, “Or… you could grab a condom?”

MJ laughs as Peter immediately bolts for the nightstand in his bedroom, unable to imagine a more perfect time than right now or a boy more perfect than the one she's got.

[whataboutsteffanfics]

Merry Christmas

Tom x Zendaya

Zendaya finally had a break from everything. No photo shoot, no meeting, no filming or interviews. She was super happy about this as Christmas was approaching, she could now finally be at home with her family to celebrate Christmas.

She and Darnell were putting up all the last-minute Christmas decorations around the house while listening to music.

As time passed, her family members were slowly coming in. Her aunts were in the kitchen heating up the food.

While all that was happening, Zendaya went to get dressed for tonight's event with her family. She was sitting by her vanity and put on a necklace that Tom gave her for her birthday this year.

she misses him. Tom couldn't make it for Christmas this year because he was on set reshooting some of his scenes. and he wouldn't be in LA until after the New Year.

Her thoughts got paused by a knock on her door.

'Everybody is here and the food is ready, you coming?' Darnell asked her

'Yes I am' she responded.

she stood up and walked towards her door. Darnell immediately noticed that something was off that she was not telling him.

'Are you okay?' he asked

'yes I am' she said with a fake smile

'mhh I know you better than that, so what's wrong?'

'it's just that i..miss Tom... I just wish he could have been here for Christmas, and I can't call him right now because he is in a middle of a scene' she said disappointed

' i know but, he will be here before you know it. Now let's go and enjoy tonight with your family' he reassured her

They both walked down the stairs and Zendaya started to great her family members

Hours went by and the family was now sitting by the tall Christmas tree that was in the living room so that they can open their presents.

So far Zendaya received a new necklace from her mom's new collection, a new pair of heels from her sister, and a new bag from Darnell.

" Okay I think that was all of the gifts" she said as she looked at the empty Christmas tree

"Wait there is one more" Darnell said and gave her a small bag

She opened the bag and saw a note and 3 boxes

" sorry I couldn't be there in person this year for Christmas. I still wanted to give you a gift that I know you will like! Merry Christmas!"

I love you!

Love Tom

"Tom wanted to gift you something and since he couldn't be here in person, he told me to give it to you," Darnell said

She opened the boxes and was shocked to see what was in them.

"What is it? " her mother asked her

"It's a matching necklace, bracelet, and earrings. He even engraved my name on the bracelets!" she said excitedly

" This is the exact set I saw a couple of months ago, I guess he saw me looking at it and he remembered"

"That is so sweet of him," her sister said

Everybody started cleaning up so that they could slowly leave and go home

After an hour of cleaning and saying bye to everybody, she finally went upstairs and did her nightly routine so that she could go to bed

She lay in bed and took her phone out so that she could text Tom.

"Hey babe, thank you for the gifts I love them!"

"No problem, I saw you looking at them a couple of months ago so I had to get them for you! How was it with your family today?"

"You remembered!" "It was fun! We danced, played games, opened gifts and ate so much food! Can you facetime right now?"

"Great to hear, no I won't be able to I'm needed on set in like 2 minutes"

"I wish you were here"

"I know babe, but don't worry I will be back before you know it. I will be there after New Year's"

"Pff I know"

" will call you later I have to be on set again. I love you"

"Okay love you too"

She locked her phone and went to sleep.

The next morning she woke up to the smell of food filling up her room.

She did her morning routine and put on her robe to go downstairs.

She thought that it was maybe Darnell just making breakfast for the 2 of them but when she opened her bedroom door she saw red and white rose petals on the ground leading her to go downstairs.

She follows the rose petals and found herself in the kitchen.

She was vases of roses all over the tables, breakfast, drinks on the counter, balloons, and tons of gifts.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

She saw everything, but nobody but her was in the kitchen.

She walked to the counter and smelled the flowers.

All of a sudden a pair of hands covered her eyes.

"Guess who" the person said

She took the hands away from her eyes and turned around.

She was too stunned to speak, she just hugged him and gave him a big kiss.

"Oh... But I thought... You said... And Darnell" she couldn't even finish her sentence she was just too shocked at the fact that Tom was standing right in front of her in her kitchen.

"I finished filming yesterday morning but it was hard to catch a flight, so I took one in the afternoon so I could surprise you in the morning" he smiled

"Omg I'm so happy you're here! How long are you staying?" she asked still hugging him

"Mid January"

"Ready to open more gifts?"

" oh my yesterday was already enough and you got more!?" she laughed

"Hey it's Christmas, a good time to get more spoiled!" he said and smiled

They both let go of each other and looked above them and saw a mistletoe above them.

All of a sudden they hear Darnell yell from upstairs

"Kiss each other already!" he said and walked back to his room

They both laughed and kissed each other

"Merry Christmas babe" she said

"Merry Christmas" he said and kissed her on her forehead as they stood in the middle of the kitchen.

[destinyc1020]

I think timdayas are made at tomdayas because zendaya didn't spend a lot time with timothée outside of dune work related events between 2019 and 2022. They believe Timmy and Z are inlove with each other and wants to be together but Tom is always around on sets with her.

Oh well....

Not our problem!! 🤷🏾‍♀️

Imagine being so weird and delusional that you're actually UPSET that an actress is dating her actual BOYFRIEND and NOT her male costar that you want her to date. 🙄 To the point where you've deluded yourself into believing that your conjured up fanfiction about the two costars is actually true rofl 🤣 😆

[pnkb1tch-archive]

arlo’s first love is the second girl he ever dated, an actress by the name of giselle dumont (fc sabrina carpenter). it was his first serious relationship, the two having met on the set of the first firesong film. arlo of course, playing the titular character firesong himself, and giselle playing the hero’s love interest, a female villain by the name of frostbite . they dated during the remainder of the trilogy, breaking up a few months prior to arlo’s 24th birthday (a total of three years).

for a time, they were hollywood’s it couple , a relationship akin to tomdaya. from stan accounts to fanfiction to fancams, you name it, the buzz around firefrost , their character’s ship name, was nonstop. when news of their breakup first broke, the internet was in shambles. who dumped who? did arlo cheat? did giselle cheat? it was a shitshow, putting it lightly. to be honest, arlo himself is unsure of the reason behind their split, for a time.

he and giselle had a comfortable relationship. it was never heavy on the physical side of things, and because of their shared a-lister status, following the end of the firesong trilogy they were often on opposite sides of the world for filming or press tours. at this point in time, he and giselle felt more like best friends than a couple. so, when giselle tearfully breaks up with him over facetime, citing their hectic schedules and distance as her main grievances, he agrees on the split. although he does still love her romantically, he’s not the sort of person to hold someone captive in a relationship they’re clearly not content in.

they part ways, and the space between them only grows. the press settle on a rumor that arlo cheated on giselle, and several fans ran wild with it, leading to arlo’s current “playboy” reputation. giselle goes dark for a while, reemerging on social media and in the press as she starts doing promo for her new hbo show, this happening currently in arlo’s timeline (aka present time).

arlo doesn’t learn the real reason behind he and giselle’s breakup until a year’s time, when giselle is publicly outed by a gossip rag. paps get photos of her and her girlfriend kissing, publishing them before giselle has the chance to come out as a lesbian on her own terms. he and giselle reconnect during the outrage and chaos surrounding her outing, with arlo vocally supporting giselle and calling out the publication behind the matter. having been out as bisexual for as long as he can remember, he and giselle grow close once again as friends, and he supports her as she files a lawsuit and eventually wins.

[electradelight]

touchdown in atlanta pt. 4 (a tom x zendaya mini!fic)

Optional - smut chapter. 18+ only.

[redacted] Takes place where pt. 3 left off.

link to pt. 3

link to pt. 2

link to pt. 1

3:15 pm

“Fuck.” Tom groaned as he bucked his hips up and leaned back. He really needed her to stay still or he was about to be the most embarrassed man on earth. “Can you hang on, Zendaya?”

Zendaya stopped kissing his neck long enough to ask, “What’s wrong?” in a breathy voice. When he didn’t respond, she went back down and kissed his adam’s apple.

“Nothing’s wrong, this is incredible, it's just too incredible right now,” Tom said. 

“I see,” she whispered—a spark in her eye. He groaned again when Zendaya softly took his earlobe between her teeth. 

“Can we go to your room, love? Mmm. Let’s go now, shall we?” Tom stole a kiss from her as he pleaded.

“Okay,” she finally melted. “Shoes off please.” Tom quickly obeyed. They stood up and Zendaya grabbed hold of his hand, both sprinting up the staircase. 

Tom and Zendaya reached the second floor landing—disheveled and frantic—as Darnell came out of his bedroom.

“Aye, I’m leaving to get groceries—Oh!” Darnell wasn’t surprised, more just taken aback by the timing. It really only took them 20 minutes to—you know what? He needed to start minding his own business. “Okay, be saaaafe!” He sang as he sped down the stairs.

“Hey, yeah you too,” Tom called down distractedly. 

Zendaya opened her bedroom door and closed it behind them. 

She spotted her damp towel from earlier and kicked it towards the en-suite bathroom. 

Tom began unbuttoning his shirt, but stopped to admire Zendaya slipping out of her sundress next to him. He ran his hands up and down her sides as he looked directly into her beautiful brown eyes.

They both felt the electricity between them. He picked her up and she automatically hugged her long legs around his waist. Tom walked a few steps and tossed Zendaya on her king bed. She propped herself up on one elbow and reached out with her other arm to pull his chain, bringing his mouth down to her parted lips. 

Tom continued kissing her and gradually moved on to suck on her perfect, perky tits. He wanted to touch every part of her that he’d missed for the last year and a half. He wanted to taste her pussy, make her cum for him. Remind her just how much he treasured her.

“Mmm, let me play some music,” Zendaya reached over for her phone and scrolled through her music. “I have condoms in that bag,” she mentioned, as she settled on a playlist titled “pillow talk 💗”.

Tom placed a row of condoms on the nightstand. Hmm… these were flavored, they’d never used those together before. He tried to push away an intrusive thought of her with her ex and just live in the moment. You’re with her right now, who cares about the past. Cmon, don’t ruin this for yourself, you idiot. 

“We don’t need one yet,” he said.

“Not up for it right now?” she asked him. 

He answered by spreading her legs around his head and using his skilled tongue to softly trace her folds. He moved up to suck her clit as he pushed his index and middle fingers—ring still on—into her wetness. “Mmm yeah, just like that, please baby.” Z begged as Tom curled his fingers inside her. “Do you like tongue fucking me? Oh fuck please keep going. Keep going baby.” 

“Fuck, you like dirty talk now?” he asked in a low grumble. He couldn’t imagine a sexier surprise. 

“Yes,” she answered in a cute, now timid, voice, prompting him to moan into her inner thigh. Zendaya was able to somehow balance a thin line between fierce seductress and damsel at his mercy; he could eat her cunt for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of the week if she talked to him like this. He took his fingers out and replaced the motion with his tongue. She moaned his name over and over… he was so fucking good at this….

Tom put on a condom, and then pulled Zendaya on top of him so she could lower herself onto his hardened cock. 

Tom’s eyelids fluttered closed, but he held Zen down when she tried to adjust her position.

“I want to bounce on your cock so bad,” she pleaded. 

“Oh god. I’m close, I think I need to slow down,” Tom said.

“No, please don’t slow down. I’m close too–so close, please fuck me.”

Tom flipped their positions without leaving her warmth and moved her legs so she could grab onto her feet. He placed his hand on her left thigh and supported his weight with his other hand. Zendaya whimpered as he pulled out of her almost completely and then pushed back into her in rapid repetition. 

He took his cock out to rub it on her the way he knew she loved, and then plunged back into her wetness. “Fuck… you’re so good… at pleasing me,” Zendaya said, in between moans. Tom circled his thumb on her clit as he sped up his thrusts. 

She let go of her feet and pulled Tom closer to her; cumming as he captured her lips with his own. 

[michaela-westallen]

tomdaya shippers!

it might be tom’s birthday, or may ever last love for zendaya, but i’m really looking forward to rp tomdaya! :)

i love all the plots

- angsty - fluffly - work related - something that tackles tom’s dyslexia - something that tackles z’s being a introvert - how they deal w the fact that they are not public - how they feel about jacob/nadia

ANYTHING. it can be either here on tumblr, in a group (which i rather, i love people) or 1x1, on somewhere else, like discord! JUST LET ME WRITE WITH YOU!

or if you have any other fandom/oc/celeb couple you wanna try it, let’s talk about it. i’m very mother fucking active, i’ve always homework so i reply up to 4 times a day. i am looking for someone that can reply at least once a day, or in two days and is open to IM communication.

you can find me here or at @larosaliavila

( sorry if you’re seeing this on the celebs tag, i just wanna find a partner. you can block me! )

[dead-end-street]

“Is that my shirt?” Tomdaya 😏😏

“Miss me?” Tom asked the moment Zendaya’s face popped up on his phone screen. She was laying in bed, glasses on her face, her hair a mess, with Noon sleeping next to her.

She yawned, “yeah you were gone for so long.”

“I’ve literally just walked in the door,” he said and moved the camera around to show his front door. She could see he was still in his jacket and his luggage was next to him in the hallway.

“How was the flight?” she asked. He had taken the evening flight out of LAX to London the night before and even though she had slept most of the time he was gone, when she woke up she missed his presence.

“Not too bad. I slept through most of it. It’s a lot easier to sleep when there aren’t cold feet rubbing against you and no one is stealing the covers,” he teased.

“Listen, I can’t help it if I get cold at night. You’re just so nice and warm.”

Tom shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his shoes and sprawled out on his couch. “I bet Noon will be happy to have his side of the bed back.”

Upon hearing his name, Noon perked up and looked around. Zendaya laughed and gave her dog a quick kiss on top of his head.

“To be honest, he did sprawl out next to me last night. He gets so jealous when you’re here!”

“Well he’s gotta learn who the man of the house is when I’m there.”

She snorted at that and shook her head, “Noony will always be the man of the house regardless of whether you’re here or not.”

Tom made a face but he couldn’t help chuckling. “God, I miss you so much already. How is it even possible?”

She pouted, “I know, I hate it. When you left last night the house felt so empty.”

“Maybe if you got more furniture that would help,” he joked.

“Hey! I get dragged by my fans online, I don’t need it from my boyfriend too!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Ugh, I should probably get up.”

“What time is it there now?”

She peered at her phone for a second. “Ummm, 8:47.”

“Yeah it’s almost 5 here. I should freshen up before I have to go over to my parents’ place for dinner.”

“Okay, say hi to everyone for me!” She got up and walked towards the bathroom, squinting when she turned on the bright lights. She stretched lazily and smiled into the camera as she flipped it around so it was pointing at the mirror and he could see her from the waist up.

“Is that my shirt?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied innocently and pretended to be preoccupied with her hair.

“When did you take that?! I hadn’t even unpacked it.”

She flipped the camera back at her face and grinned at him. “I may have done some rummaging when you were in the shower.”

“I really loved that shirt,” he said, pretending to be sad about it.

“Well you can get it back when you’re in LA next time!”

“Yeah, sure, like the last time you said I could have my Levis jacket back but then later told me it was now ‘yours forever’?”

“It just looks better on me, plus I’ve been papped in it so many times, it would look weird if you wore it now. They’d think you stole my jacket.”

“Mmhmm, right.”

“Are you mad?”

Tom laughed and his eyes crinkled in the corners. “No, never. It does look good on you.”

“Okay I gotta go for real, I need to pee and as much as I love you, I don’t think we’re ready for that step in our relationship yet.”

“The one where we Facetime each other from the toilet?”

“Yeah, I feel like that’s more of a three to four-year milestone. We’re not there yet.” They both laughed in agreement.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Love you!” he said with a big smile.

“Love you, too! Muah!” she ended the call with a kiss and tossed her phone onto her bed as she ran back to the bathroom to finally pee.

—

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you liked the ficlet! :)

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

Dog Walks

FLUFF WARNING, BROS I SWEAR DIS WAS SO FLUFF I HATE AND LOVE IT WHAAAAAAA read if u like dog parents couples dog walkin hehe

ofc it’s tessa and noon 😍😍😍😍😍

"You should have brought a cap"

"Dude, we are in london. It is freaking 10° out here, how the hell was i supposed to know the sun was gonna show up."

"You should have brought a cap."

"Don't make me throw this poop bag at you, just be glad this isn't... used yet.

Tom laughs at that.

Zendaya laughs too but she picks up noon and starts heading off to... somewhere.

"Come on, noon, we don't need dis dude telling us wat to do. Let's get you out of some sunlight." says z as she walks away

"Ok, real mature, z. You know, i only invited you to this dog walk just to get your butt off the couch for once. So you walking away from me is really just you going the extra mile."

Z, without turning her back, throws a middle finger at tom and simply continues walking away.

"Come on, tess, let's try and catch up to her. Come on, there's a good girl. Unlike someone else we know hehe"

Tom finally catches up and sees where the mum and her doggo son went. Zendaya's sitting on a park bench with noon by her side and sun glasses perched on her nose and ears.

Tom tries to pick up noon so he could sit down but a hand blocks him off.

"Uhh wat are ya doing? Can't you see my son sitting right here?" says z gesturing her hand to noon who's peacefully sleeping on the bench.

"Hhmm okay. To be honest, i'd do the same." says tom w/ a shrug.

Tom then sits to the nearest bench opposite z's and beckons tessa to sit next to him.

"Come on tess, come on-" says tom, tapping the wooden bench's surface. Tessa excitedly jumps onto the bench and licks tom's face.

"Oohhh tess, stop stop, that's a good girl," says tom, scratching tessa's head

Z just smiles watching tom with tessa being cute af while she caresses her own son's fur.

"Hey tom,"

"Yeah?" tom finally takes his eyes off his princess and looks at zendaya

"How long have you had tessa again? Or i mean, how old is she now?"

"Hmmm i first adopted her when i was about 16 so wow yeah, tess is like 5 or so years old already. Damn, i'm sorry i can't remember your birthday, girl." then tom kisses tessa's head which brings a smile to z's face.

"Does it get hard when you're in an entirely different continent away from her? Cus i mean, i was completely heartbroken the first days i was here in london and this little guy wasn't with me." It was noon's turn to be kissed so zendaya picked up the lil schnauzer from his once peaceful sleep and cuddled him and kissed his head as well.

"Well yeah, of course it is. I missed this little angel every second," says tom rubbing tessa's head.

"But the facetime helps, and it's better knowing she's safe with mum and dad rather than putting her thru air travel just for me."

"Yeah, i'm just glad noon's smaller so i can-" zendaya then carries noon like a baby "-carry him around and stuff. I wish i was interviewed with him for once. Like when tessa was with you on the red carpet."

"Haha this little angel was the star of the show. But, seriously, tho, although it was fun i was a bit worried what with the cameras and stuff drivin her a bit nuts."

"Ohh, she was okay tho, right?"

"Yeah, yup, this lil lady's right here's a champ."

Tom then carries tessa to his lap "yes you are, aren't you?" cuddling the staffie who was wiggling about on tom's lap

"Oh hey, i just saw noon's twitter by the way. Is that run by you or...?" asks tom

"Ha! Dude, that twitter's literally just-" zendaya blows a kiss and does the ok sign "-the best, for reals. It's like... it's what noon would really say if he could talk. Does tessa have one?" asks z with noon still on her lap and her hand carressing his black scruffy fur.

"A twitter or a voice? Cause i kinda think tess'd be more famous than us if she could talk," says tom causing z to let a chuckle out

"A twitter, you idiot," says zendaya still chuckling

"Haha nope, no. I haven't seen anyone make an account for her yet. But who knows, i mean i barely check out twitter, there could be one and i just don't know it." says tom cuddling tess tighter.

"Ha, nah, dude. My fanbase is just that much more extra."

"Ha, yeah you've got that right."

They eventually get up from their benches and head back to the car. Zendaya's in the front and the two cuties are at the back.

"Hey dude, is there a beach anywhere near here by the way? I'm kinda feelin it what with the sun out and all."

"Uhh yeah there's one just a few miles away from here. But the water's still bloody cold tho."

"Yeah, yeah i know, i just... feel like the ocean breeze and sand on my feet and stuff."

Zendaya hasn't been to a beach since the last last time she went to LA and the whole freezing weather of england was starting to get to her that she just wanted to make the most of this rest day she and tom had while the sun was out and just... go to the beach.

"Oh okay... yeah sure, let's go to the beach" says tom smiling at z

When they arrive at the beach, and they open the door to the back, the two dogs come running out right ahead to the water and almost simultaneously tom and z shout

"TESSA, NO!"    "NOON, NO!"

The couple immediately sprint after their respective dogs and fortunately, the dogs stop at feet level water. Tom was right, it was cold af.

When z and tom get there themselves, they're completely out of breath.

"Hhuuuhhhh SON, WHY?!" says a slightly wet and completely wheezing zendaya holding a noon with muddy sandy wet paws.

"Oohhh why heeehh did i heehh say yes to this heeehh" says tom with his hands on his knees with tessa's leash on wrapped tight on his left hand.

After they just stand there for a bit, catching their breath. Zendaya finally speaks and says what they were both thinking.

"Siighh come on, come one. Get up, let's let's just... let's just sit over to somewhere dry for a while," says z pointing to the dry land.

Tom, Z, Tess, and Noon walk as far away from the water as possible. Z is patting away the sand from her shirt while tom just has his hand on his chest still slightly out of breath.

They finally walked as far as they could walk to dry land and z sits down while tom hands tessa's leash to her.

"Hey z, i'm just, i'm just gonna grab us both a water, yeah?"

"YES, yesyesyesyes please, thank you, thanks, tom."

When tom leaves, zendaya is able to breathe easy for a while, in and out. She finally catches her breath and her heart rate's finally gone back down to normal.

When she's finally relaxed and chill like how beaches are supposed to make her feel, she's finally able to notice the beauty of the locale.

The entire area was completely empty as in devoid of anyone other than her and the two peacefully sleeping lil shts lying down at her side.

Zendaya could feel the ocean breeze hitting her face and flowing thru her arms. The sky was a blazing red from the sun setting on the horizon and zendaya just felt... at peace.

The aching of her legs finally stopped and zendaya stood up to do what she was going to do. She grabbed noon from his spot and caressed tessa to wake her up then tugged on her leash gently to get tessa to stand up.

"Come on, guys, let's go to the water now. But, slowly, ok? There's two of you and only one of me."

Zendaya puts down noon and wraps his leash on her other hand. She takes off her shoes and starts walking to the ocean with her bare feet on the sand.

The sand was actually a bit warm but the nearer and nearer they got to the water, the colder and colder it got.

Finally, they reached the tip of the ocean where the water could barely reach zendaya's ankles. But even then, she could feel that the water was hella freezing. But, zendaya wiggled her toes and felt the tiny splashes on her feet and she smiled at that.

She continued to just walk on the side of the beach along side the 2 dogs, kicking the water every now and then and she just had this feeling inside like she was calm and at peace and away from the rest of the world.

But that's when tessa began digging at the water, soaking noon and the bottom half of z's pants.

"Great."

Zendaya tugged at tessa's leash to bring her back from the water.

"Alright, come on, tess, i think we've had enough getting wet for one day."

When z and the two dogs turn to go back to their spot, they see tom headed over to them over a few feet away.

"HEEYY ZZZ" shouts tom from afar with two water bottles on his hand waving his arm about.

"Hey, Tom! We're over here!" shouts Z back waving her arm about to signal where they were.

"I know! We're the only people here, you know that, right?"

Tom couldn't see it but zendaya's expression over tom's reply was exactly like this -_-

Instead of shouting back her comeback, z decides to let go of tessa's leash which sent the dog running right back to the water and her owner sprinting right after her shouting "TESSA, NOT AGAIN!"

Tessa was digging on the water again when tom finally reached her, out of breath yet again but now completely drenched from his pants down as he bent down to try and get tessa to stop.

"AAAHHH YOU- YOU SHOUD'VE, YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!!" says z still laughing and pointing at tom who was now sitting on the wet sand, feeling the ocean water pass thru his pants.

"Alright. Alright, look i'm sorry, dude, ok? I just, tsk-" zendaya laughs again. "Ok ok sigh-" she pauses to take a breath. "I really am sorry, tom. I mean it."

"Yeah... yeah, ok. Here's your water." says tom handing a bottled water to z

"Yess, thanks so much, you're the-" just as z was going to finish her compliment, tom let's tessa go and he splashes water on z.

"-the worst, you're literally the worst" says z with the same expression she had just a while ago

"Ha! You should see YOUR face-" says tom finally standing up with his pants completely soaked

"I did say 'here's your water'" says a laughing tom repeating the gesture he made before as he said it

"Right right right-" says z who's slowly bending her knees "-very" and SPLASH "clever, water boy," says zendaya who's laughing yet again as she turns her back to run away from her victim with noon following suit to his running mom.

"Oohh you're so dead," says tom who chases after her right away

"Come on, tess, let's follow the evil witch" says tom, tugging tessa's leash and then running along side the water with tessa sprinting ahead and tom trying to catch up.

What followed next was 10 minutes worth of a cat and mouse chase full of laughs on the ocean as the couple and their dogs get soaked.

Out of breath from their chase and laughing while they were having their water fight, Tom and Zendaya end up lying on the ocean, with all of their clothes on and fully soaked, while they hold hands and their other hands hold their dogs' leashes.

Breathe in and out, in and out, as the water passes by them for a few minutes.

"Sighhh alright, water boy, come on, get up. I wouldn't want us to get sick when we still have work tomorrow." says z standing up with noon yet again back on her arms

"Heh ok-" tom stands up. "Come on, tess, time to go." Tom tugs on tess' leash and off they went back to the spot where z left her shoes.

"Hey, z, here's your water by the way..."

Z snaps her head back to see if tom was about to start their fight up yet again and

"Oh, come on, no seriously, here's your water. We're both out of breath and we're out of the water already, come on."

"Aight, thanks, tom." says z smiling at the offered drink

Once zendaya finishes drinking her water

"Ahh man that's some good-"

Zendaya is cut off by tom kissing z on her lips, with his hand on one side of her face and they can still taste the saltwater of the ocean on their lips.

"Puh..-" zendaya took a moment to collect herself from that one hell of a kiss.

"What the hell was that for?" says z with an almost awestruck smile on her face

"Nothing, i'm just... glad you thought of going here :)" says tom as he squeezes z's hand.

"Yeah, yeah i'm glad that we went here too :)" says z, squeezing his hand back and giving a quick peck to his lips.

"Alright, come on, let's go back to the car before i freeze to death," says z hugging herself tight and rubbing her arms to warm herself.

Once they get in the car, they immediately turn the heater on and find towels or anything to dry themselves with.

They drive back to tom's house for dinner and zendaya texts darnell to meet her there with a change of clothes.

Darnell: wth did you guys get up to, now? 😑😕

Zendaya: HA you'll see when we get there 😆😂

Once they get there

"What the hell happened to you guys?!" asks darnell

"Yeah, same question," says harry pointing to darnell

"You guys left to walk the dogs, how the hell did you end up soaking wet??"

Then almost simultaneously yet again they said

"Haha it was his/her fault" with tom and zendaya pointing at the other and then the both of them cracked and tom and zendaya couldn't help but just burst into laughter while darnell and harry were left there wondering wtf crazy shit have these two done now?

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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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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.

Next Chapter

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Together

Summary: Based off the rooftop scene in the No Way Home Trailer. When the state of Peter’s world gets too overwhelming, he knows he can always rely on you to kiss it better.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: y’all i was QUICK with this goddamn

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You didn’t understand how it was possible for the sky to be so bright and blue when the world felt like it was falling apart around you. Maybe navy, maybe a dark red, even. But that’s the beauty of the world; even when you’re so overwhelmed and terrified that you’re rarely not on the verge of tears… it just keeps spinning, keeps producing these beautiful images right in front of you. And hey, maybe that was just what you needed right now. 

“Look at this,” you chuckled, bringing the newspaper closer to your face. “Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, come on,” Peter groaned. His eyes were closed and the sun beamed down on his face as he lay flat on his back, a chemistry textbook propped up under his head. You couldn’t help but drag your eyes over his face, heart melting at the golden glow the sun gave his skin. He looked so relaxed and at peace here with you on this rooftop, the dark circles under his eyes and the tense wrinkles on his forehead seeming to fade away. 

“Yes, my spider-lord,” you teased in your creepiest-sounding voice. 

The two of you broke out into a fit of giggles and you rolled onto your side to face him, placing your head gently on his shoulder. 

“Can we just stay up here all day?” Peter asked you softly. His voice wavered as if he could break out into tears at any moment. “It is so crazy down there.”

He turned his head so he could fully look at you and you could see the tears that stained his eyes. You felt the water begin to build up in your own eyes and tried to blink them away, ending in a single tear sliding down your cheek onto his shirt.

“Sorry,” you whispered, voice breaking. Even before this whole mess, you guys never felt the need to hide your emotions from one another. You had spent countless nights holding him as he cried and heaved, mourning all his losses. And he had spent so many nights holding you, kissing the tears away as he tried to ease your anxiety. This wasn’t new for you two, but it felt different this time. The stakes were higher, Peter could go to jail.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Peter told you, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as he snuggled further into you, wrapping his arm around your torso and pulling you closer. 

“Why do the worst things happen to the best people?” You asked, more to the universe than to him. “You don’t deserve this, Peter.”

He paused.

“Maybe I do.”

“What?” You asked sharply, jumping up from the concrete of the roof and staring down at him. For someone going through such a whirlwind of emotions, Peter’s face was collected, calm, but yet tinted with a deep sadness you had never seen him wear before.

“London was my fault, [Y/N]. I gave Mysterio the glasses, I trusted him-”

“Peter-”

“No!” He yelled, hands flying to his hair to tug at his roots anxiously. “You don’t understand! I-I-”

Before he could finish his thought, he burst out into tears, pulling hard enough on his hair that you thought it would fall out. His sobs were so ugly and heavy that he could barely even breathe between them. You didn’t hesitate to drop back down to the floor, wrapping his shaking body in your arms. You gently removed his hands from his hair and interlaced them with yours as he cried onto your shoulder, soaking your shirt.

“It’s okay, Peter. I know, let it out, sweetheart.”

You stayed there for hours, holding him as all of the emotions he had been internalizing and building up finally exploded. Neither of you said a word, your love language was touch, so you never had to tell him that you loved him. Every time you squeezed him tighter or pressed a kiss to his hair or ran your finger over his palm, he knew. How could he not?

His sobs started to die along with the sun, and by the time he had fully stopped, the bright, blue sky had become an appropriate navy. You moved him away from you just enough so that you could wipe away the tears that littered his face, pressing kisses to where they used to be.

“I know how much you try, Peter. And I know you’re fucking exhausted, but I need you to keep trying for just a little bit longer. We’ll find a way out, we always do, and that isn’t going to change this time around. So, we’ll fix it, together.”

You cupped his face in your hands, his brown orbs boring into your own lovingly. He leaned in to press his forehead against yours and almost let out a breath of relief at the contact. You saw his brows crease slightly and his tongue run over his lip as he contemplated what to say next.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Even if the entire world pushes you away… I won’t. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Before the words could even fully leave his lips, he was capturing yours in a soft kiss. His hands made their way towards your hips, gripping on for dear life as if he was scared you’d be taken away from him at any second. You stayed up on that roof the entire night, thoughts of the next day tucked far away in your minds as you got lost in each other kisses, knowing that as long as you were together, there would always be a happy ending waiting for you.

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I swear lol... And wasn't this article supposed to be about Jenna Ortega?? I love how an article about Jenna Ortega basically turned into a Tomdaya piece lol 😅I mean, this non-story is hilarious actually. Anything for clicks these days I guess.