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[michaelbj0rdan]

ririfcnty​:

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 ( michianna ) 

heading towards him without really paying attention to what he was saying, her eyes were glued to the table he had prepared. the smell was wonderful, but she still didn’t understand what was going on. "oh, i’m always ready, but—”, riri pointed to the tabble, half astonished, half suspicious. by the touch of his hands she relaxed a bit more, looking up at him finally. “what is this michael? when you said we would be eating i thought you meant each other”, pouting for a second as her hands found his neck. “shit, am i early? or in the wrong day? or you forgot it was me?”, she took some distance to look at his face. “who is this romantic dinner for?”, the black woman finally said, thinking she had cracked the mistery.

Once she was in his arms, he pulled closer as his posture shrunk slightly to get onto her level as he laughed and tried to turn his head away to hide his giddiness a little. “We can be dessert,” he suggested with a wink as he backed away and loosened his arms around her body, turning to grab the back of the nearest chair so he could pull it out for her, motioning for her to sit. “This is all for you. Aint no one else showing up tonight. We’ve got this place and this food to ourselves,” he tried to explain as he sat at the chair beside hers, moving it closer to her so it’d be much easier to lean over to kiss her whenever he wanted, like right now as he reached up to her chin to pull her gently closer to his lips. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

zendaycoolman​:

𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕦 𝕣? ( mbz )

silently hoping that michael would understand that she was not in a good mood and leave, zendaya sank down onto the sofa, putting a pillow over her face. but by hearing his voice she realised that the same superpower that made him realise that she needed some support back at the awards would hint him to stay and fight for answers and that didn’t amused her. taking a breath, she stands up and went after him a the kitchen. “what do you want michael?”, z asked, trying to keep it together. “what are you doing here?”

It wasn’t that hard to read that there had been something bothering Zendaya, and he wasn’t going to leave until she at least opened up to him so he could try to help. Michael gripped the edge of the counter as she approached the kitchen again, this time speaking directly to him. “I just came to check in and drop off some treats, damn. Didn’t realize you were so fuckin against me chillin and eatin with you too,” he shrugged, knowing damn well that he had only really come to check in on her. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

zendaycoolman​:

𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕦 𝕣? ( mbz )

watching as he went for whenever to get a kit, zendaya opened the drawer beside the sink cabinet, taking out one of the bandaids she kept there at random. at the end of the cut it wasn’t much, so in a few seconds all that was left was the small sharp pain. picking up a knife, she put it to the side of the tins and shouted back at him. “suit yourself”, she said, pointing to the table where they were set now as she walked by him, going for the living room as she thought about the next thing to say to quick him out.

After only a minute of searching, Michael returned to the kitchen area empty-handed, a slightly defeated look already appearing on his face. A part of him thought the desserts alone would be enough to put her in a better mood, but it was clear it was going to take a bit more. “Do you want any right now?” He asked, his voice losing all excitement to match her tone and demeanor as he watched her watch by and into the living room. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

zendaycoolman​: 

looking at him and then at the dessert tins she quickly figured out why he was there. donna, his mom, probably sent her a few goods and she would sound very ungrateful right now, but she didn’t had the time right now. “what? no”, she puled her hand out of his reach, letting the dishcloth fall in the kitchen sink, wattering her wound after it. “i can take care of myself, leave the food. you good”, she said in a way to let him know he could leave now.

Following her to the sink, Michael watched over as she rinsed the wound, still unsure of how bad it was. It was obvious that Zendaya wouldn’t be easily admitting she needed help anytime soon. “Relax Z! You got a first aid kit around here?” he turning to begin walking to where he imagined it would be in the house, his voice getting louder to compensate for the distance. “Nice try kicking me out, but you know imma stay and get a slice of that pie.”

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ririfcnty​:

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 ( michianna )

the last thing she needed right now was traffic. the weren’t a part of her body that didn’t needed to rush herself to find michael and this was why she dismissed the security guards, the driver, certain that things would be faster that way. but those cars piled up on the street weren’t speaking her language. she told him she would be there in ten, but it took her thirty minutes to find a shortcut, park and let yourself into his house. doing a quick search, she didn’t find him in the living room and on her way to the bedroom, believing he would already be in bed waiting for her, rihanna was interrupted by a noise coming from the backyard. as she approached, she saw the lights on, so she knew he was there. “i’m ready,” she announced opening her coat and demonstrating her black lingerie to make sense of the phrase. it was then that she realized that the setting made by michael meant another type of date. “what’s this?” she asked, pulling her coat back on. @michaelbj0rdan

The dinner was already finished cooking when Rihanna texted that she was 10 minutes out. Suddenly a wave a nerves washed over Michael as he rushed to plate the food and put the final touches on the backyard table setting. Her voice sparked a grin as he turned to greet her. Licking his lips instinctually, letting his mind wander with her coat open long enough for him to take a mental picture. “Nah, you get your sexy ass over here and show me how ready you are first,” he smirked while raising a finger up in a curl to guide her in closer, slipping his hands beneath the coat and around her waist once she was close enough. “you hungry? I made us some dinner.” He said in a calming tone, realizing she was probably late and not explaining for a reason. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

zendaycoolman​:

𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕦 𝕣? ( mbz )

this was a rare moment these days - zendaya in the middle of the afternoon by herself at her home. usually it would be her on set, even in between takes, watching  her friends perform and trying to imagine how would rue would react to everything that was happening with others. but today sam made a very strong suggestion that she had to go back home and take some rest. and to start it, she decided to make herself a tea. what was meant to be a calm trigger activity quickly became a hard task. the young woman didn’t exactly remembered where everything was and then she realized she was out of her favorite tea, which lead to her trying to make one out a pinneaple. after some fight against cooking utensils she managed to peel part of the pineapple. but at some point her hands shook and the cut ended on her finger. “FUCK!”, she shouted audibly. reaching for dishcloth to stop the bleeding. “fuck zendaya get it together”, she said to herself, before turning around to the boiling water. and then she realised there was someone standing at the kitchen door. “michael?”, her voice wasn’t as usual, no zen there. “the fuck you doing here? how did you got in?”

@michaelbj0rdan

The last few times they’d crossed paths, Michael could see something a little off about Zendaya. Whether it was the tired look in her eyes or those few times he’d catch her forcing a smile when she thought he wouldn’t notice. After the awards, he’d asked his mom to make some of her famous desserts as an excuse to check in on the girl he’s grown to considered family. He had driven by twice before, looking for her car in the driveway, before finally getting lucky and pulling in behind her the third time around. His lips widened with a grin as he expected her to turn and see him holding the two dessert tins and be happy to see him, though by the time she’d turn to see him his look had turned more to confusion as he looked down as the cloth in her hand before placing the tins on the counter carefully. “Let me see that. If it’s deep you might need stitches,“ Michael moved closer as he reached out to take her wounded hand into his for examination. 

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ririfcnty​: 

rihanna wouldn’t lie, she was expecting some thank yous after this very public kiss. she was who she was and being like this meant put her career in line too, so she was a bit taken back that michael didn’t recognize the important step they had just taken. still, kissing him was still the best no matter what. “you little fucker”, she protested, showing that she was slightly annoyed, but that he caressing her like that made her forget everything. they spent the next hour like that, talking gibberish, laughing, kissing whenever they wanted and slow dacing, no matter how fast the music went. “yeaaaaah right michael”, she replied his last attempt to convince her that he would give her a romantic dinner. taking her eyes of him for a second she saw selena walking around with a asian man, tall and strong. taking a breath, she knew that meant a mission. “i need to go and check on JB”, she announced, going for one last peck. “see you in the after party at mines?”, riri asked, waiting for another kiss to go find her friend.

Michael fully realized what this gesture meant for them both, especially in a setting so surrounded by cameras and media. He flashed a more cocky smile, thinking he was finally convincing her he had a more romantic side when he could feel her demeanor change as she found a new focus. Looking over, he followed her gaze to see Selena with the male. Normally he would have been a little annoyed by the sudden change and pull away, but there was something about the way she cared for her friends that made Mike even more attracted to Rihanna. “Go check on your friend, love. Just text me when youre done and headed out. I’ll stop and get us some treats, yeah?” he offered before steading himself by gripping her waist gently as he leaning in to give her one last quick kiss before pulling back, waiting to enjoy the view as she walked away. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

ririfcnty​: 

she let him take her hands into his, tilting her head and a bit taken back that he would have the courage to touch her like that in such a public place. maybe he wasn’t playing games when he spoke about romance, maybe he was just so sure about himself that he knew the other girls would still came for him even after that. either way, it was hot as fuck. “i don’t like to be kept waiting”, she annoucend, as a fuck it moment, before reaching out to kiss him in the dance floor.

Michael smirked at Rihanna’s comment, keeping the smirk on his lips as she reached up to kiss him right there on the dance floor. Somehow, even though they were surrounded by a crowded room of strangers and a few friends, with her lips on his, it was like in that moment they were the only two that existed in the universe. Pulling back just enough to open his eyes and look into hers, he smiled before challenging further, “Don’t worry. I’m worth the wait,” he winked playfully before chuckling nuzzling into her neck as he held her close with his hands at her waist. “And I already know you are well worth everything,” he spoke gently near her ear. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

zendaycoolman​: 

wrinkling her nose as a way of rejecting the cheesy comment michael had made, zendaya was secretly grateful that he did made it. it was phrases like that that made her question how he was still single to this day. he valued family and growth and still– nothing. “i’m cool, for real”, she lied, not wanting to give anyone a reason to reach out for charles in her name. still, she was happy that michael remembered she would be having a veggie one. “you just saying it cus no one inside know we are friends. you hide me just like you hide all yo’women”, z shoot another fire, sure he would take it well and manage to fire back.

“Alright fine,“ he raised his hand in place of a white flag, surrendering any further mention of melton of her getting on the boy’s good side. “I don’t hide you at all. You’re the one off hiding all alone in the back,“ he rolled his eyes playfully, shifting his weight towards her.  “But come on then. Let’s go inside and watch the next performance together,“ he challenged, wondering if she’d take the bait.

[michaelbj0rdan]

ririfcnty​: 

making a face at him, rihanna then put both of her hands around his neck, slowdancing for a bit as she tried to reply to the guy. “planned stuff. how romantic”, she mocked a bit, shaking her head. “i don’t want you do anything mikey. ya’do’wat’ya’wanna. u be u”, shaping her lips in a cute way to do the u’s, riri wasn’t about to put pressure on michael. she knew what they were and wasn’t about to force him into a date that even she wasn’t sure she wanted. feeling shivers down to her neck, she rolled her eyes. how could he kiss her skin like that and then say it wouldn’t happen up to later? breathing out, the barbadian then dropped her hands off his neck and shrugged. “okay then. see you then?”, it was obviously a tease, she was eager to see what he would do if she left him like that.

With hands on her waist, Mike pulled he closer to him once Rihanna placed her hands around his neck, never stopping the movement of their bodies along to the music. “oh, i won’t disappoint in the romance department. But yeah, planned stuff is all you need to know. I’ll keep the rest a mystery if I can,” he smirked, knowing it might be a challenge to keep information from her if she really wanted it. Pulling his lips from her skin, a grin was on his lips still as she quickly dropped her hands, the smile instantly fading though his tone was still playful as he reached for her hands and moved back towards her. “If you’re gunna make me be patient til the end of the night, at least let me finish my dance to give me something i can think about ‘til then,” he eased back into a chuckle as he pulled her hands up gently towards his neck. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

zendaycoolman​: 

some times zendaya was tired of being herself. of course, she couldn’t teach herself to be some other way without taking some major decisions, and most of it, she was happy with who she was, but even so, at times like this, where she was weird kid needeing a break from a night that most of the planet would kill for, this were the times that weight on her. happily, she found people that could handle it, and if there was someone that did it best, that was michael. “ugh. i’m sorry. you can always come seat with me, i’m not that close to the stage tho”, slowly, she changed her route and sat next to him. “i know they have some peanuts and other snacks, but aint no dinner”, she rolled her eye at the mention of melton, but didn’t do much more. “hey, do you think we have a chance? to win on the friendship thing?”, she asked, looking him at his eyes, finding funny that this was them in a nutshell, in their little world out of sight.

Michael turned to lean his back up against the railing, making it so he was facing her now and could better read her movements and reactions. “I think right here right now is the best seats,” he smiled as he leaned closer, only to nudge her playfully before perking up a little as he took a breath of the fresh air. “Between me and your boy, i’m sure we can see if Melton’s handing out any veggie burgers and steal you some,” he chuckled as he enjoyed bringing up charles again. “You know it’s not even a competition where it matters. We family though, so we don’t need some award to verify it.” He placed his hand around her shoulder, trying to calm her down a bit.

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ririfcnty​: 

“you took me to dinner?”, she said loudly to his ear, now that they were in the middle of the dance floor the music and chattering too loud for them to smooth talk to each other. “your boy set you up to a blind that you were lucky it was me. you did no work on that one”, riri pointed out, touching his chest with her point finger on every word. she could fight, but her body showed that she liked to be touched by him, a this very first grab on her waist, she just came closer to his touch, letting her thigh touch his, swaying to the rhythm of the music. the flashing, colorful lights danced around them, now lighting up michael’s face, now rihanna’s. her green eyes glowed in alternation and then she challenged him. “so let me in,” she said, lips close to his. “how you can show me love?”. her question was loaded, sure that he wouldn’t do nothing crazy since, even tho no one was looking, they were in a very celebrity covering media packed place, not to mention the other women that were hitting on him.

“Alright fine. And you still didn’t even let me get my apps in before you walked out on me,“ he teased with a wink, ignoring what happened after for the moment -- until it was convenient to bring it up again. “And here I was think that I was putting in the right typa work once we were alone back at your place. But if it’s the planned stuff you want, I can do that too.“ he nodded, discreet and gentle, but still with his typical confidence. His hands grazing her skin as they moved with her hips, swaying with the rhythm of the loud music, having to lean in just to hear her challenge him, a smirk instantly gracing his lips before they moved in closer to her neck, leaving a few small pecks before pulling pack enough to not draw more attention. “I can start with showing you some love back at my place.“

[michaelbj0rdan]

zendaycoolman​: ​

turning around, zendaya had a both surprised and defeated feature on her face. just a former smoker would be when someone spotted them having a relapse, smoking again when no one was watching, she felt bad whenever someone noticed that she, even after all these years, weren’t entirily comfortable in situations like this. she was about to make up a lie, like picking up a private phone call, but it looked like michael knew best. “it is a lot. i’m fine. i just need a mental break”, in the end she assumed her limitation, putting her weight on one of her feet, trying to look relaxed with the situation. “but don’t mind me, i’m about to head back. you hungry? we cuold eat”, she started moving, trying to end this whole awkward interaction and take it to a more cheerful route.

There was something so fun about dressing up and going to these awards, but it was also exhausting. The pre-glam to the carpet, performances and presenting its all takes it toll. And they hadn’t even gotten to the after parties yet. “I feel you. I’m actually needing one myself. Not to mention my ears are ringing cause they got me seated right next to the speakers,” he laughed, knowing he was probably yelling still and not even realizing it. Taking a seat at the top of the steps, looking back without verbally calling her back to sit beside him. “You know I could always eat though. What kinda food they got in there? I saw melton handing out some burgers.”

[michaelbj0rdan]

ririfcnty​: 

at his words, rihanna had to remember herself that michael was dangerous. what was happening here, now, has probably happened three hundred other times with three hundred other girls. this infatuation that was consuming her and making her wanting to respond to every provocation with a passionate kiss, was just that - a bombshell of chemical elements. and soon it should pass. and so, she decided to enjoy it. if what was happening between them was something fleeting, she was going to make every second count. “how else, what the fuck have you ever done before to prove it?”, she chukled, truly curious. “right now, all you  have to do is dance”, raising her finger, she pointed out to the song playing in the back ground and then stood up, swaying her way to the dance floor.

There was no one else on his mind. Not now or any other time she was around. Rihanna always had a way of not just getting his attention, but also keeping it on her and only her. “Ah come on, I do what you let me. I took you to dinner and gave you a little dessert at home. If you agree to let me into your busy schedule, maybe I can let you in on some of the different ways i’d like yo show you love,” he tilted he head with a smirk as she raised her finger to him. “aight, I can definitely handle that one,” he nodded with a little more excitement showing then he intended. With a lick of his lips, he let her get a few steps ahead, enjoying the view as she swayed before coming up behind her, his hands gliding into place at her hips.  

[michaelbj0rdan]

ririfcnty​: 

“can you tho?”, during the times they had sex rihanna complimented him a few times, so it was clear they were compatible in bed, but she was talking about something else now. not that she expected him to cacth on. “yeah i guess tonight is all about having fun”, raising a eyebrow at him, she joked because they have used having fun as a metaphor for sex several times recently. once she felt his hand she reached out, first caressing the back of his hand. “someone is looking for a after party”, by her face now, it was a strong possibility, and if that wasn’t obvious, she guided his hand down the sides of her thigh until it was close to her groin. “still, this shit is risky”, she then took his hand off her body. “i’m sure you’re fucking several people around here”, riri then rose her hand to wave and smile to SZA passing by. “i don’t wanna blow up any of your… flings?”, she used a word that wouldn’t hurt that much to hear or say.

“Well how about you lay you expectations out for me and i’ll show you just how well I can exceed them,“ he gave one more quick look around to make sure they weren’t being too noticeable before leaning a little closer with a smirk. As she moved his hand, he followed along with an ease to show he was all for going wherever she wanted to lead him. He couldn’t care less about the others in the room now, but was reminded when she pushed his hand off. Looking up, he gave a quick nod in the direction she waved, but never took his focus off Riri. “And how else do you need me to show you that i’m right here ready to blow em all up if you’d just let me?“ He teased with a chuckle as he sat back a little. 

[michaelbj0rdan]

“What are you doing hiding out back here all alone?“ Michael chuckled, loud enough to sound obnoxious but not loud enough to draw outside attention as he walked out the door and joined Zendaya leaned up against a railing. The side lot was nearly empty, with most people inside watching or working the awards, just the two of them and some production crew member out taking a smoke break in the corner of the lot. “I know it’s a lot in there. How you holdin up?“ he nudged, a genuine concern shining through in his eyes as he looked over at her. 

@zendaycoolman​