to the Yandereverse Book 1: Gwen Stacy
authors note:
another chapter in the books. Imma try to make this a yandere story where the yanderes actually work as a kinda dark relationship where they support each other but anyone who messes with jeane is dead as grass. I also have a backstory for why jeane and his mom are like the way they are which will explored in book 2 and further concluded in book 3
P.S.:
I would like to thank firehead21 for their continued support in my writing return. Thank you.
Chapter 4: Whitney Mallio
Jeane and Gwen crossed the street to jeanes house. One of the biggest in queens.
A whistle from Gwen pierced the silence. "So how loaded are you?"
"My mom is one of the biggest shareholders in all the world. Oscorp, stark industries, and even some stock in alchemax. Plus dad left behind a fortune for us which mom invests very well." Jeane left out the part where she spent little on herself and always bought him gifts with their money.
"thats sweet. If you ever need a maid I'd be willing to sign up." Gwen offered winking at jeane.
Jeane blushed. "T-thats okay, mom doesn't really want servants in the house."
Gwen wrapped her arm around jeane then whispered in his ear again. "But imagine me in a french maid outfit without any underwear."
Jeane tried to pull away but the door to his house suddenly opened.
Out of the door came a five foot tall woman in a black dress. Her hair was a ponytail as black as jeanes hair and she had the biggest breasts anyone had ever seen.
"Jeane sweetie is that you?" she called out to him.
"Hello momma, im back from school" Jeane chuckled nervously.
Whitney let out a squeal then rushed jeane wrapping him in a hug smothering him in her chest. Jeane could smell that she was trying a new perfume.
"Oh my baby is home. Did you miss mommy because mommy missed you. I so wish we could find you a homeschool teacher so you could stay with mommy all day." she cooed loosening her grip on jeane then peppering his face with kisses.
Gwen raised her hand. "Excuse me, hello."
Whitney raised her head to see gwen. She retightened her grip on jeane once again pushing him into her chest then eyeing the new girl up and down.
"Hi there I'm gwen… gwen stacy. Im a friend of your sons." Gwen looked at whitney and waved.
"Hmm, jeane I have a snack ready for you inside. Would you like to join us for dinner… ms. Stacy." Whitney turned her back to gwen her hand on jeanes back leading him.
Gwen followed close behind as the three of them entered the house.
The living was fairly normal with a glass coffee table covered with books that appeared to be photo albums. The wide coach flanked by two recliners stood in front of a big screen tv.
Gwen once again whistled. "you do well for yourselves miss mallio."
Whitney almost showed a smile but composed herself. "yes it would seem that my late husband took care of us before he passed."
Whitney pointed to the coach. "You and my son can sit on the coach while prepare you something to eat. Are you thirsty."
"I don't want to be an inconveince."
Whitney raised her hand. "Nonsense. You are a guest in my home and will be treated as such. I think lemonade would be approbiate. Sit."
Gwen watched whitney leave and noticed that she was hauling a wagon of a butt.
"Jeane why didn't you tell me your mom was thicc. I can see where you get your beauty from."
Jeane squirmed uncomfortably.
"im just teasing. Hey have you ever, you know, thought of doing a nice round of starkflix and chill preferrably when your moms not here." Gwen winked at jeane and scouted closer.
Jeane tried to scout away but gwen wrapped her arm around him and pulled him closer.
"Sooner or later your gonna realize that you and I are meant to be… until then I will love and protect you until you are just as obessessed with me as I am with you." gwens voice was even as she kissed his forehead.
Whitney returned with a plate of chocolate chip cookies and two tall glasses of yellow lemonade. "Eat up kids… its my special recipe."
Whitney plopped next to jeane and kissed his forehead.
"How was school today my little prince." Whitney cooed.
"It was fine." Jeane mumbled.
Whitney raised an eyebrow. "What happened this time?" she sounded angry.
Before jeane could say anything gwen put her hand on his lap.
"Jeane was attacked by a bully. I found him beat up and I beat that bully back… his arm is lightly bruised but some ice should fix that."
whitneys eyebrow twitched as a crazy look crossed her eye.
Forcing a smile whitney took on a sweet tone. "Sweetie, show me your arm."
"Mom, it isnt a big deal." jeane started looking at his mom in the eye sent a chill down his spine.
"Show me, sweetheart. Mommy just wants to make It better." she said sweetly.
Jeane gulped and stuck out his bruised arm. It had gotten a little better but still looked purple.
"Oh my good lord! Why didn't you tell me sooner. I am gonna get an ice pack. Gwen you hold his hand and softly scratch his head if you are comfortable put his head on your lap he likes that." whitney rushed to the kitchen and the sounds of her scrambling through the fridge was loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Gwen smirked turning her gaze to jeane. "You heard mommy dearest didn't you jeane. Now head on lap… now."
Jeane felt gwen put her hand on the back of his head then lower it to her thigh. Jeane felt heat on the back of his neck making him wince.
Gwen then lightly scritched his head while playing with his hair.
"Now isnt this nice. Im glad your mom has started trusting me. I thought for a second she hated me." she said humming to herself.
Jeane heard his mother threating when whitney came out of the kitchen with an ice pack and a big comforter from jeanes bed.
"I got the ice pack and jeanes comfort blankie… now lets see the wound."
Jeane held up his hand not wanting his mom to worry but as soon as she put the ice pack back on it stung but ease him.
"Gwen you press the ice pack for a minute. My poor fragile boy. Those bullies treat you so cruel. Mommies here, she wont let anyone hurt you."
"Your a good mom… mine, died when I was a little girl." Gwen's voice showed vulnerablity.
Whitneys eye softened. "You say you protected my son. Would you be willing to do it until he graduates. Ill pay you."
Gwen shook her head. "No payment necessary. All I ask is that you accept me as jeanes friend also."
Whitny leaned in as gwen came close.
Jeane couldn't hear what they were saying bt whitney smiled and then looked to jeane. "I think that is an excellent idea… if you do well then I think we can agree to that."
Whitney kissed jeanes forehead "Time to wrap you in your comfort blankie."
"Here let me help." gwen then lifted jeane in a bridle carry as whitney worked fast and wrapped the comforter around the boys body.
Jeane felt warm but was equally embarrassed.
"when he was little and got scared id rock him like this." Whitney started as she rocked jeane like a little baby.
"He sure is cute. May I."
"Please."
Gwen kissed jeanes forehead.
"You're good to him. Would you like to see some baby pictures."
"Sure."
Jeane could hardly believe that they were getting along.