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JACKPOT

Pairings: Gwen Stacy/Em Jay Watson

Characters: Gwen Stacy (Earth 65), Em Jay Watson (Earth 65), Betty Brant (Earth 65), Glory Grant (Earth 65

Words: 7014

AO3: link

NSFW 18+

Summary:

It's like any other day for the four members of The Mary Janes. Of course, Gwen Stacy is late as usual, and after a lacklustre performance on the drums, Mary Jane Watson takes it upon herself to confront Gwen on some suspicions she's been having lately,

EARTH 65γ

CHELSEA - NEW YORK

Being a workaholic vigilante isn't always the most convenient. Don't get me wrong, it's one of life's greatest pleasures to fly high above the city you and hundreds of others call home. To battle against eight-limbed physicists and electronic engineers with wingspans the size of her apartment, it was all so thrilling for the one and only Spider-Woman! Otherwise known as the beautiful punk-rock Ms. Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy. I'm sure you know the rest - a grizzled old cop always one step behind catching her, a normal school life at the luxurious Midtown High, and of course, her band; the Mary Janes. Well, to say it was Gwen's band wouldn't exactly be one-hundred percent honest, but as a co-founder and drummer, she had found quite a home with the quintet, when not narrowly escaping death in spandex of course… Oh well, it's not like she could complain all that much, after just a few more months she would finally be out of the prison called highschool, she was just finishing up her last year actually. What that meant for the band was up in the air, but maybe that was for the best, y'know? She had missed- ah, how many practice sessions now? Five- no, six! To say she didn't occasionally catch the dirty looks sent her way by the three wardens of punk would be… a lie. Look, it's not like she wanted to quit- things were just complicated. Gwen Stacy adored being in a band, it's been one a huge dream since she was tiny! But- with great responsibility, and yada yada, so…

Gwen Stacy was often late.

Just as grass is green and the sky is blue, these are facts of life- even on a day like today, where well after school hours have ended, The Mary Jane's had reserved the gymnasium for practice- better acoustics and all. Even from outside across track and field the sounds of Mary Jane's ear-bursting choir echoed out. After arriving more than twenty minutes after she was supposed to with bruises aplenty to show for it, Gwen had made her appearance and was half-heartedly playing along the beat of the song; sometimes late, sometimes dragging- to any of the others it was clear she was just somewhere else. Platinum blond hair bouncing up with each smack of sticks against cymbals, her foot nearly breaking the pedal being forced down in a syncopated rhythm. It was truly a testament to the quality of a group like The Mary Jane's if even like this, they still kicked complete and utter ass! The group's drummer would be given no break for her lacklustre performance, however. Even before the sounds of her cymbals faded out, Glory's sigh seemed to cut through it all. Both she and Gwen hadn't ever really spoken outside of this whole band thing, and as you can imagine that left things awfully tense from time to time.

"Should we go again?" Big bad Betty was the first to speak up after the echoing silence of the band's less than stellar performance, with a choice of clothes like that of Adam Sandler and a… strange choice of women - Gloria, of course - She and Gwen got along well enough, even sharing a glance as a droplet of sweat found itself just passing the side of her eye, finding herself a but too into her own drumming- no matter how kick-ass it may be.

Glory's eyes shifted to that of her beloved whilst the band's voice of reason leaned down over her own keyboard. "I don't know." She stated cynically, glancing over to Gwen with deep maroon eyes. "Especially when our drummer is dragging every other note." Was that a jab at her? Gwen thought. "I mean, dude." The pair's eyes made contact across the stage facing an empty crowd. Gwen's lips trembled just as they started to ready a response. As if she could talk, right? Luckily for the two girls though, the fourth member of their quintet decided to join.

"Hey, what did we say about arguing?" There she was, Mary Jane Watson. Who was once the prettiest, preppiest girl in school had now become an utter sensation in the rock scene… she's also one of Gwen Stacy's very best friends. With a twirl of her fiery scarlet afro, catching glances at both the vigilante, as well as the group's guitarist. "Gwen." Mary Jane, or Em Jay as she was called by the others leaned in on her mike, staring into the Spider-Woman's shining sapphires with matching jades for a moment that felt to drag on for hours. "You alright?"

While Gloria was annoyed, their lead vocalist seemed more concerned. It made sense at least, she was always late- sometimes coming in with bruises across pale white arms, black eyes, usually out of breath… Em Jay didn't think she was on drugs or something, did she?! The Hero thought to herself, swallowing a wad of spit before speaking up again. "Yeah- yeah, of course." Gwen cleared her throat, shuffling her stool further forward into her drumset with both hands occupied by the matching sticks. "I'm feeling Great." This was obviously a lie, even to Em Jay, who didn't say a word; at least not at first. The redhead simply let out a little scoff, smile included, as those glimmering emeralds turned away from the Spider-Woman, all with a slight sly smirk. "Let's go again-" the drummer spoke with a tinge of worry in her voice, both eyes darting around the stage to the trio of others.

"Appreciate the enthusiasm, but let's take five."

Mary Jane breathed a hearty sigh, turning to the rest of the band; Glory, Betty, and of course, Gwen. The last of which was sitting awkwardly on that uncomfortable hard oak stool that the school had been so generous to let them use during practice. Gwen felt a tinge of sweat run down the side of her temple, keeping both hands close, sitting still over her lap. Speaking of which, Gwendolyn Stacy was never one for- let's say overly dressing up, especially not for simple little rehearsals and practices. Between a tartan plaid skirt, black leggings stretching high and low- hell, the woman was basically made of legs - and a simple long-sleeved grey top - one decorated with the logo of a licensed brand over her left breast. It wasn't much, sure- but you try having some hella stylish outfits when doing a job like hers! She needed something easy to slip in and out of.

"Hey Gwen?" Once more, Em Jay spoke up, stretching out in an azure tank top, well- it was made as one from how she twisted and tied it to reveal her stomach, as well as a pair of well-fitting hot pink pants… god, Gwen wished she could be as confident as that. These thoughts were interrupted as the lead voice of the band continued on. "You mind grabbing a towel for us?" The group's namesake asked with visible sweat sweeping down her face. It seemed like Gwen wasn't the only one. That was good.

"Oh, uh- sure." She did feel a tad like a towel-boy for obvious reasons, but it's not like Gwen was going to take it personally. Standing up from the oak seat, it grinded against the stairs causing an echoing creek. When it came to Midtown High's gymnasium - just to the left were two changing rooms - one for the boys, and one for the girls. At this time of day, it hardly mattered very much. The only ones still at the school were faculty and of course the four of them. That being said, there shouldn't be any trouble with her going into the girls changing room for this, right? I mean, why would there be? With a small huff from jumping down the stage, Gwendolyn made her way towards the two rooms, unbeknownst to her with a pair of eyes following each step.

The walls were covered in a peeling pink paint, the ground covered in small drains and a number of showers lined up past some lockers. Typically there was always a couple of clean towels left on these hooks typically meant for bags and blazers. This was routine for Gwen- or the group at the very least. If it wasn't her going to get them, then it was Betty or sometimes Gloria… Gwen had to wonder though. Was she really spending her time wisely here? Spending her time practising with girls that didn't seem to like her all that much, well- other than Em Jay. Right now, while they were relaxing and talking she could be out there saving lives! For every moment she's not Spider-Woman, there's someone who needs saving- and who's gonna be the one to save them, The Avengers? Please, when did they ever care about what happened to the people in the city? Felicia was hardly the most heroic, so who was left? The police?! Against mad armies of lizard-people and ninja-army mafias? Gwen didn't think so… after grabbing the least damp towel in the room, she was about to make her way back to the others, all up until…

Click.

The entrance creaked open, and thusly shut and like any normal person would, Gwen moved away from the many hooks and lockers to get a view of the entryway only to see herself greeted by someone. With crossed arms and freckled golden skin, Mary Jane Watson stood between Gwen Stacy and the door back to their temporary set up out in the gym hall. Gwen clutched the towel with both hands as the pair stood in silence for a moment or three. Giving a small wave, greeting her friend with a lighthearted and yet curious, "Hey?" only to clear out her throat with a small grunt, staring the… surprisingly tall woman in the eyes once more. "Is everything-... Alright?" After all, what possible reason would she have to come speak to her alone in here? She was gone less than a minute.

What Gwen didn't notice straight away was that in crossed arms, Em Jay was clutching something by a long strap. "Well, you tell me." To Gwen's confusion, the vocalist threw the item towards Gwen, and what was it, I hear you asking? Well it was a backpack- one a sort of camouflage-ish green- a few different compartments, all packed with who knows what, and some pins too. One for the Mary Janes, a pastel pin with coloured columns of pink, white and blue, and finally one of a little black cat- a symbol of Ms. Felicia Hardy and her pop-funk career, when she wasn't out stealing valuables. This is when it dropped on Gwen, staring down at the packed bag at her feet…

This was hers.

Not only was it hers, but one of the zippers was open… and in Em Jay's show catapult of the item - not only did her notebooks and pens make contact with the damp floor - but a bug-eyed mask did too, one with hot pink outlines and a uniquely solid white mask, staring straight back at Gwen. Her eyes now wide with a look of urgency, turning back towards Mary Jane. "I thought something was up…" Em Jay's words cut through the air like a knife, taking long, echoing steps towards the much shorter superpowered girl, looking up with dilated pupils. "Spider-Woman though-... Well, that's something else." She scoffed, acting all high and mighty to little Ms. Stacy.

"That's- that, that's not mine." Gwen stammered, forcing her gaze away from Em Jay. Either the room was beginning to heat up or the stress may have started to set in on her, sweat falling down just past her ear while her voice stuttered trying to get out an explanation. "It's just a-"

"Oh- Bull. Shit, Gwen." Em Jay rolled her eyes, causing a more visceral reaction from the panicked vigilante.

"Wh- What the fuck are you doing?!" She snapped quickly back. "Going through my stuff like this!" She took a step closer- maybe to try and achieve some kind of intimidation or advantage here- but as it would seem… Gwen was around 5'6" give or take a couple of inches depending on the day- while Mary Jane was… somewhere over six foot. This tactic of intimidation was turned back on its head as without even a pause, Em took a step towards her too- immediately causing Gwen to back up into the pink-painted wall next to sets of bacteria-filled tiles, Em Jay's legs standing between the bag revealing all of Gwen's secrets.

"Shhh…" The redhead replied quickly after, holding a finger up to Gwen's mouth. "Don't be too loud… Glory and Betty are just through that door, you know." Was she… smiling? What kind of enjoyment could this girl possibly be getting out of this?! Still- as smug as she was, Em Jay was right about that. She would need to keep her voice down. "Calm it, Stacy." Gwen's heart was beating faster than it ever should be, and that worry was reflected in her facial expression.

"No! You think I'm just gonna be cool with-" In a flash, Gwen was interrupted. Warm hands with decorated crimson nails took hold of her cheeks, not even letting the girl finish before Em interrupted once again.

"Oh face it, Tiger…"

Her words were quiet, methodical. Like she had rehearsed all this- yet someone like Em Jay wouldn't need too. Her mystique comes so naturally, she's so cool without even trying, and with a grasp around Gwen's face, the de facto leader of the band held Gwen up till she was standing on her tip-toes, and pulled her in close. Gwen hardly even understood what was going on until her lips were drenched with the redhead's saliva. Her eyes bulged wide, and groans were made for moments while Em Jay held a tight grip on Gwen. She didn't want to say that she kissed back but that would be hard to say. Their mouths were open wide while this act was committed, the Spider-Woman's face turning a nasty shade of red, all the while breaths were hard to get in, while Gwen's groans and moans became all the less frequent while Em's curious tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, forcing her lips apart and slobbering over her top. It could have lasted hours, or it could have lasted seconds - but nonetheless, as Em Jay separated, Gwen breathed in deep- still with trails of spit and saliva keeping the two connected, all until Mary Jane wiped them away. Gwen's mind was utterly filled with questions and confusion- her heart rate off the charts and breathing infrequent. She was finally allowed to stand on her own two feet normally, but not before Em kept that firm grasp around her chin, forcing the vigilante to stare up at a disgustingly beautiful woman licking away the Spider-Woman's own spit from her own lips.

"You just hit the jackpot…"

Em Jay looked so proud of herself, all the while Gwen stayed in shock, staring up at the redhead with such a firm grasp around her chin. She was utterly frozen even after they separated, feeling Mary Jane's fingers run past her cheek and move onto her hair- sliding some behind her ear. Gwen was… confused. She hardly understood what had just taken place. Gulping, not just her own spit - but the vocalists too. "Wh-... What?" God, Gwen sounded absolutely exasperated, and from just a kiss too? Gwen was certain she wasn't imagining it anymore, the air must have gotten hotter, right? Why else would her face be so blisteringly red hot… still with the fresh taste of Mary Jane on her lips.

Em scoffed again, actively shadowing Gwen all the while. "What's the matter?" Was she being rhetorical?! Gwen thought to herself… "First kiss?" She laughed, saying it as a… joke?

…fuck.

There was silence between the pair, Gwen utterly unable to keep any sort of eye contact anymore - especially after being called out like that from a girl as… tall and- pretty as Em Jay. "...Sh- Shut up…" Gwen mumbled. Fuck, what was her probelm?! She was supposed to be a crime-fighting badass! Not crumbling to a kiss! Felicia's advances never made her feel anything like this- even if they were more playful but-... This lit a fire in Gwen, one she couldn't at all describe.

Em's face turned to genuine surprise, letting out a gentle and short laugh. "Aw, I'm sorry…" That hardly sounded genuine. "Did I steal the Spider-Woman's first kiss?" Gwen was ready to crumble from her voice. The low tone, how quiet she kept herself, the gaps between words… What was this feeling?

"Fuck you…" Gwen clearly wasn't all that good at this. Leading only to Em's laughs to transform into a crescendo of embarrassment for the young hero.

"You wish." Mary Jane managed to push Gwen further and further back- all until her entire body was up against a back wall. Her shirt stained with spit and face absolutely pink all over. Even her mouth was covered in Em Jay's own maroon lipstick, standing out like a sore thumb. She leaned in close, Gwen's face covered in the giant fluff of red hair, and the smell of strawberries, all the while Em spoke quietly into her ear. "C'mon, don't get pouty with me…" A hand with indents from years playing guitar made its way down to Gwen's covered thigh, one protected with a thin layer of black leggins, slowly making its way up and raising Gwen's skirt. "I bet superhero-ing doesn't leave a whole lot of time to yourself, huh?"

Gwen let out a sigh, trying her best - and struggling - to keep her cool through all of this. "It's- part of the job…" She sniffled, her flushed face becoming a deepening red whilst Em made her way further up her thigh.

"Aw… well, I guess I can excuse it if you're late every now and then." Her teasing was relentless, though that did make Gwen feel a little better, leaving the two to share a small smile… god, what was she doing? Gwen could've stopped this all at any point but she didn't. She's been staying here and letting Mary Jane touch her absolutely wherever she wants… all the while in the room just next to them were their two bandmates. It felt wrong, and yet she chose not to stop it. "God, I own merch of you, y'know." Em chuckled, trailing circles around Gwen's thighs - getting higher and higher up.

As it so happens, any merchandise of Spider-Woman is not endorsed by Gwen - nor does she receive any financial compensation at all, which… stung. "I'm honoured." Gwen mumbled out sarcastically, feeling Em's warm breath on her face as the two stood inches apart… When she was so up close like this, it was hard not to acknowledge not only Em Jay's height- but her strength too… She wasn't exactly ripped, but the girl had plenty of muscle, something Gwen took a very apparent mental note of, even if she still struggled to look Em in the eyes.

Em Jay let out a light scoff. "As you should be." She responded playfully, giggling along as her gentle grazing up Gwen's leg turned into a firm grasp in her upper thighs - causing an audible squeak from the poor girl. Her skirt was halfway covering Em Jay's arm as the vocalist held tight. Any sort of control that Gwen found through her comments of sarcasm became null and void the second her body squeaked from getting grabbed like a dog's toy.

"Okay-" Gwen stuttered out. "Okay, okayokayokay-" She hardly got out through such constant and heaving breaths.. Em's smug smile was a constant. She thinks that just because she's beautiful that she can get away with this?! Oh… Gwen may have been acting reserved, but with something like this, her heart was bursting out of her chest. Em Jay and her had been friends since-... Hell, diapers. They all went to the same preschool, and with Em being Pete's neighbour that's sorta just how their friendship came to be… though, Gwen has always known Em to be reserved. Maybe a little spur of the moment, but never something like this! What if Betty or- god forbid Gloria come to check on them?! Yet if she was so concerned why was she sat here with trembling knees, allowing the free hand of the adusk-skinned girl to move her neck to the side, lean in deep; covering Gwen's face with the neverending scarlet locks, all scented with strawberry, and allow her to bite deep into Gwen's sensitive, porcelain skin. Whimpering with shaking legs, both of Gwen's arms had to wrap around the taller girl for support, shutting both eyes and becoming lost in her scent while the itching pain and pleasure of her teeth mixed into one. "Em-..." Gwen barely muttered out, almost slobbering from just a few little bites.

"God, you bruise like a peach-"

Well hell, it's not like she was wrong. With a complexion like Gwen's, it's to be expected. Em Jay's bites stood out like raspberry marks over her sensitive-skinned neck. From the looks of it, that was a particularly sensitive spot for Gwen- who at the moment was trying her very best to keep her cool, staring into Em's seafoam eyes, the sort that put the poor girl under a spell. Maybe it was the atmosphere of this-... Highschool changing room? Or all the more likely it could just be Em Jay. She was able to push every single one of Gwen's buttons like this… she leaned back; getting a view at the heavy-breathing drummer and her beautifully marked neck, smiling at her work- still with a hand beneath her skirt… etching… further and further towards Gwen's-

…FUCK!

She froze once again, a shock running up and down her body as the callous hands of Em Jay finally made contact. It throbbed through her leggings and pants, desperately begging for the redhead's attention, whilst her thumb ran up and down the double-layered womanhood of Spider-Woman. "That's- that's not-" Whatever desperate excuse the young woman was trying to come up with for this member of hers was ultimately useless as Em's smile only widened. Keeping herself only inches from Gwen's own lips.

Gwen, even now - was literally under her thumb - both hands still clutching tightly onto Em Jay's arctic top. She was shaking from the way Em's toughened hands travelled up and down in such a rhythmic fashion. Her heart was in her mouth while this took place. Not wanting to say a word- just in case she stopped- god, don't stop… those thoughts echoed out loudly in Gwen's head as she thrust her thighs forward only a few inches, bringing them back in after… all for just that bit more of sensation - whilst fabrics kept her utterly trapped. She thoroughly messed around with Gwen for longer than she had any right to - knowing full well just what she was doing, with each finger trailing its way down the side of this pointing growth, Gwen becoming ever more desperate while only letting out small whimpers for the broad singer all the while.

"You're cute." Em joked, keeping the shorter woman clutched on for dear life as she teased her through those leggings… speaking of the leggings; both of Em's hands wandered up near the top of her skirt, getting a grip around the set of dark stockings and slowly revealing Gwen's pretty-pink pants. They were frilly- matching with her bra of course, and believe it or not excellent for tucking… though that aspect didn't shine through, as her entire member was almost all visible up till Em forced those down too- revealing a leaking, throbbing manifestation made from all of Gwen's love and lust poking and grinding against the denim of Em Jay's hot pink chaps, leaking herself on the larger woman. She pulled down both layers till they reached the floor, a spot Em would take too. Gwen didn't quite realise exactly what was happening until Em was on her knees in this damp changing room, sitting before Spider-Woman and her utterly desperate prick. Just a few minutes ago Gwen was berating her and now this?! The perversion of it all and just how natural it was for Em, she had to wonder just how common of an occurrence this was… maybe it's best left not to think about- especially as her perfectly methodical hands began to run up and down Gwen's dripping shaft, fit with hearty breaths from the pierced hero. "Jesus Christ…" She seemed surprised, her eyes moving from the desperate shaft up to a desperate hero. "You seriously are a virgin, huh."

"Th- THAT is not what I said!" Gwen's blossoming pink cheeks flourished once again, her pale hand making contact with the comparatively much more tawny skin of Em.

"Yeah, but it's what you meant!" The vocalist laughed out, having to stop herself under the worry that their bandmates would hear, covering her own mouth under stifled laughs, her teasing hand perpetually leaving the vigilante wanting so much more.

"Still, it's surprising…" Em's low tone was heard once again, as her hand stopped pleasuring the pleading member of the drummer, only to lean in beneath it - shadowing over her face as she allowed Gwen's womanhood to cover one of her own eyes - taking in everything about it - the size, texture, smell… even pecking the underside, leaving to an understandable reaction of twitching. "You'd think everyone would be lining up to get dicked down by Spider-Woman…"

Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, Gwen couldn't deal with this. She had to cover her mouth out of the pure shock of hearing that. Sure, Em could be a little profane sometimes but… nothing like that. It was as if she knew just what to say to hit deep into Gwen's soul. "Well, it sounds dumb if you say it like that-" Gwen pouted in embarrassment.

"I don't think it's dumb..."

She smiled wide, her voice barely audible, clearly in this almost entirely for Gwen's reactions… or maybe she just had a thing for superheroes. No matter the reason, Em Jay ran her tongue over her maroon lipstick, whilst a little over five inches of Gwen lined itself up with her mouth - all the while they kept eye contact, the sensual, seductive, tempting eyes of Mary Jane staring deep into her own soul as she lunged down like a predator onto its prey, overtaking all of the poor girl till there was absolutely nothing left. The sounds from Gwen could hardly be contained - forcefully covering her own mouth as a harmony of pleasure made its way through, muffled to hell and back.

Gwen's legs were shaking as the band's vocalist drooled on the marble floor under her… a hand found itself in the endless abyss of Em's hair, holding her eyes up to make contact with her all the way through this. She sounded like a pornstar and looked like a goddess, knowing exactly what would turn Gwen into a complete mess. You could tell the confidence boost that the redhead was getting from this, down on her knees giving head to Spider-Woman? It's hardly something that most people could say… actually/ she's the only one that could say it. Em kept both hands firmly grasped on Gwen's sides, pulling her skirt up the way so it wouldn't get in the way at all. She must have become tongue-tied with the way each and every part of Gwen's member was tasted, wrapping her tongue around the Spider-Woman's member and taking it deep into her throat. If not for the support of the painted-pink bricks just behind her, Gwen would have rightfully lost all balance, breathing hot breaths as her fingers twirled around strands of Em Jay's hair, her bewitching gaze speaking in languages far beyond those of Gwen Stacy.

This changing room had become their lair of filth, the ongoing sensation leading Gwen to complete ecstasy. Em's lips teased her shaft in unspeakable ways, as cardinal lipstick covered Gwen with inconsistent thickness, clear marks of Em Jay's work up and down her drummer's frenzied prick. "Em Jay…" Gwen could hardly speak - finding true beauty in the utter smut displayed before her. The sensations of pleasure raised, and thus so did the muffled sounds of ecstasy, if you could make it out past the vocalist gurgling on her own spit, gagging herself on the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Woman, all until…

She stopped.

Even with the pleading sounds of Gwen, Em Jay allowed Gwen's soaking love to sit idle whilst she breathed warmly against it, licking around her now smudged lipstick as she savoured the taste, wiping away any spit still connecting her mouth to Gwen's twitching affection. Still, she pleaded, both hands running through Em's afro of scarlet, being met only by a smile in return. "Wh- why-" She begged. "Please- Em…"

This everlasting affection Gwen was overtaken with threw reason out the window. Mary Jane stood back up on her own two feet, shadowing the hero once more. She was still a little exasperated, swallowing wads of spit without speaking a word. Even she looked a little embarrassed. Messier hair, warm cheeks, and ruined lipstick drooling down past her perfect lips. Gwen's hands trailed behind Em once more - holding onto the back of her shirt just as she had done prior, pushing herself up against her - her sodden cock ready to burst with utter lust, grinding against the pink denim covering Em's crotch. Gwen looked utterly desperate… Well, Em Jay made this mess, didn't she? Wouldn't it be her job to clean it up?

"Have a little patience…"

Through Gwen's euphoria, she could hardly follow her bandmate's words, pleading sapphires staring up at Em, complete desperation taking over. All interrupted by the echoing sound of a belt unbuckling. The strip of leather fell to the floor as the space between the pair became null. Em didn't leave the poor vigilante with any room to breathe, their bodies moulding into one another which left Stacy in complete ecstasy. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, believe me-" Em gripped Gwen's collar tight, pulling her up to stand on the ends of her feet, pulling her in close- both of their red hot cheeks making contact. With full lips, she whispered to Gwen. "But you gotta calm down, tiger."

"Alright…"

God, it was hard to keep it cool when she was this close… Gwen's head was completely clouded by thoughts from a girl who just a little while ago she was pissed at… what was her goal here? Gwen wondered to herself. This couldn't be blackmail- Em was hardly that type of person… or did she just… want to do it with a hero? Or was it more like-... she wanted to do it with Spider-Woman… Did she want to see what made Spider-Woman tick? What made her squeak, squeal, scream? N-No, that couldn't be it! Gwen needed to calm down, she wasn't Felicia! Ugh, thinking about this was useless while her head was spinning like this. Everything about Em, her looks, her smell, her voice. The marks on her neck still stung with pleasure- while she listened to the sounds of Em stripping off her bottom half, licking off the pink pants into the same pile as Gwen's own bag and suit. To say Em Jay was skinny would be a lie. She didn't have the so-called perfect body, yet she looked absolutely stunning no matter the day. Whatever rolls she had or stretch marks making their way up her sides she had only made Gwen love her further. On top of that she was particularly… gifted in certain aspects, far more than Gwen, much to the blonde's dismay.

She positioned her body just adjacent to Gwen's. The warm embrace of Em's inner thighs covering the drummer's leaking womanhood. The vocalist placed a hand on Gwen's cheek, her palm practically sizzling from the heat. "Let's see just how spectacular you are, hm?" she laughed, leaving a small peck on the girl's forehead.

"You're not funny…" Yet Gwen couldn't help but smile, she sighed and shook her yet, but still smiled. Those more petite and pale hands moving to Em's revealed sides, staring up while their bodies yearned for one another - the two seconds away from jumping on one another like savage dogs. Mary Jane's hands trailed all the way down to a thin piece of fabric keeping her damp entrance from Gwen's own desperate sex, taking two hands, placing her head on the hero's shoulder as they dropped to the floor, staying between her ankles as Gwen's member bore witness to a small taste of Mary Jane's dampening flower, her miraculous fingers keeping her entrance bare and open… she had dark red hairs springing up all the way to her stomach, getting progressively thinner the higher up it all went… wait, did she not shave her body hair? Ugh, for some reason that left Gwen wanting her even more! Maybe it was something about the attitude of not caring what others think of you, or maybe the addition of this ginger hair springing up over her body was just intoxicating to her in it's own right… m-maybe it's not worth thinking about. Not when Gwen felt her head tinge with the sticky substance… "God… you're- you're really not funny…" she swallowed her spit, shaking hands making their way to the bottom of this crop-top of Em's, and etching it's way up… while Em Jay lowered her hips down, completely engulfing the desperate girl.

To say that the sensation was pleasure wouldn't be doing it justice, Gwen's hand rushed up Em's shirt, every touch of skin sent tingles down Gwen's body - all while she managed to take a shaking grasp of-... Huh? Wait- was Em Jay not wearing a-... Well, it's on track at least. Stacy was hardly complaining, not when her hand was filled with such a soft piece of Em, while Gwen's member was slowly used by the group's singer at her own pace. Both of their breathing combined into one- Em making sure to get a firm grip of Gwen's hair, towards the back of her head, only encouraging her slow and methodical hip movements, the both of them overtaken with lust for each other, staring deeply into each other's eyes with Gwen's thrusting keeping the both of them in a constant state of sensation.

"Is that really all you got, Stacy…?" Her breath was torrid against Gwen's skin. "I'm disappointed." Obviously she was enjoying herself, but was she hoping for something else? Gwen gave her a small glare while Em just continued on, caressing Gwen's hair all the while. "I mean, I get it's your first time and all but this isn't exactly the mind-breaking experience I was hoping for." She giggled, leading to yet another look of annoyance from Gwen, and a smug one from Em in return. "You're not just gonna waste me like this, are you? C'mon, don't you just want to let loose and fuck me~?" The shorter of the two looked unamused, scoffing as the speed of her thrusts was increased, leading to Em Jay laughing quietly, all the while being groped by this girl she was provoking.

"Y-You're an asshole…" Gwen retorted, scoffing at this entire ridiculous conversation.

"Oh yeah?" The redhead leaned into Gwen's ear, still slowly allowing the girl's love to push into her, all the while ridiculing her for this performance. "I might as well just call for Betty and Glory-"

"Try it-" Even filled with such pleasure, the drummer still managed to give Em what she was looking for- a retort, leaning in closer, their their lips making short contact for seconds at a time whenever one took a breath, the two of them caught up in each other completely.

"You think I won't?" Em laughed. "You think I won't yell for them- so they can see what a fucking limp-dicked loser Spider-Wom-" In only a moment, Gwen's member pulled out - covered from head to shaft in Em's love, still strings connecting the two. The reason for the interruption would become far more apparent as both of Gwen's hands moved down- down to the back of Em Jay's thighs - taking a firm grasp and completely effortlessly picking the larger girl up. Her hands sunk deep into Em's legs, keeping this eye contact of love and annoyance as Mary Jane - for the first time today - seemed genuinely surprised. "Woah- hey, Gwen-" The feat of picking this girl up was one that no typical woman Gwen's height could accomplish. Em Jay was a ridiculously tall girl, and she weighed a good amount too. Yet it didn't even break a sweat for Gwen to get her feet dangling from the ground. All in a flash, she took steps forward to push Em against an opposing wall, hard. For the first time in the evening, it seemed that Gwen finally decided to show a little of those powers of hers, and not for no reason too.

Em wrapped her hands around Gwen's neck for dear life whilst her entrance dripped along the marble floor. Gwen pushed her entire body into Em's, moaning out in pleasure while the redhead couldn't even place her feet on the ground. She was perfectly set up for Stacy to thrust deep into, moulding out her insides with quickening speed, and for another first time today - Em Jay gave up that sense of superiority. She couldn't act above all of this while literally being taken off of her feet. Whatever confidence boost that the drummer received seemed to be doing an awful lot for the both of them. Moaning and squealing out in pure ecstasy. Mary Jane wrapped her legs tightly around Gwen- forcing Spider-Woman's body into her own as her pleading came to the forefront. "G-Gwen~..." She could hardly get it out anymore, the pair entirely having switched places. "Fuck, Gwen- what the f-fuck…?!"

"Shut up-" Even Gwen herself was shocked- either Felicia was rubbing off on her or this has caused Gwen to discover something about herself. With the pair's infatuation growing by the second, the drummer leaned into her singer, their lips colliding once more as saliva dripped down both of their chins, this kiss turning into something more primal, animalistic - not a single care in the world except for one another, their bodies moving in sync purely for one another's pleasure. This kiss was visceral, a mix of love and lust indescribable in any other context. The two were reaching their complete limit. Gwen could tell by the way Em's body moved, the speed of her sounds, and by just how high her voice got, moaning into Gwen's own mouth, tongues wrapping around each other while Em Jay kept a firm grip on this superpowered girl, the pair becoming one for but a moment as during this long, uninterrupted kiss - Gwen's love throbbed in anticipation - taken over by thie Lust she had felt towards Em Jay for god knows how long now - all of this stress from the band coming to a forefront as it's founder was practically begging Gwen for her to-

Fuck-

Their sounds were out of this world, holding onto one another until they bruised. Em dug those nails of hers into the vigilante and Gwen just not knowing her own strength as the pair echoed out in a melody of pleasure, liquids dripping from the pair down onto the ground below. Gwen's clear, sticky love melded together with Em's as it dripped down their legs… their grip on one another tight even now, not wanting to let each other go while they soaked the floor with a symbol of their lust. With all the smudged makeup along each others faces, the obvious bite marks along Gwen's neck, and the soaked spots on one another's clothes, how could they ever hide what happened here from the others but… oh, who gave a shit? These two certainly didn't, not right now…

"Sooooo…" Betty smacked her lips, leaning up against the side of this large stage the group had been allowed to use for tonight. "Those two sure have been gone a while, huh?" Her words were of course directed to Glory, who was sitting by the front of the stage - facing an imaginary crowd as she quietly tuned the strings of her guitar.

"Mhm…" She replied in a monotone fashion, her auburn eyes moving to see the pianist clearly, using both hands to keep herself upright as she leaned back.

"You think they're banging?" Betty asked this as if it was an entirely normal question and, to be entirely fair she was correct, so it would be a little hard to get mad at her for this.

"Oh, definitely." Gloria smiled at Brant's comment, crossing both legs as her second-hand guitar was placed down across her lap. The guitarist would've continued on, if it wasn't for the sound of the the changing room doors opening, leading her to mumble out, "Oh, here we go."

The two girls exiting the changing room looked… rough, to say the least. Gwen was obviously trying to hide her right side, and though any smudging had been wiped off with many of the towels, their actions prior had still been left quite obvious. The only major difference was that finally, Gwen had her backpack on - and of course, Em Jay had an arm wrapped firmly around Gwen's side - keeping her close even now. Now Gwen, she… seemed more reserved than Em after what had just occurred, her face red and quiet while Glory gave a wave to the pair.

"Oh… Jesus Christ…" Betty snorted, climbing atop the stage to get a clearer view as she began to giggle quietly to herself, only to be joined in by Gloria, laughing along until it echoed out, with any chance of an excuse well off the table for the Spectacular Spider-Woman and Mary Jane Watson.

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glorious-blackout · 6 months

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I just finished reading "I'll See You On The Dark Side of the Moon" and my h/c heart loved it so much. Can I get the director's cut for that?

Also, I saw your tags on an anon post. I am also ace! I didn't think I'd run into any other ace Milex shippers here ❤️

Awww thank you so much! 💖 That story (and the whole Milex Big Bang experience) was very special for me so it always makes my day to hear from readers who enjoyed it!

I technically do have a 'director's cut' ending for this fic 😅 Because it was written and edited over a period of months, it had plenty of time to morph from a traditional psychological horror into a story that was more concerned with Alex and Miles's relationship and Alex's desperation to return home. This meant that by the time I got around to writing the first draft of the last chapter, the ambiguous ending I'd had in mind from day one was starting to rub me the wrong way, especially after the intensity of the events leading up to it. After a lot of internal debate and some feedback from my lovely friend who read the early drafts of each chapter, I eventually settled on a more hopeful conclusion which I still feel was the right decision.

Enough time has passed though that I'm happy to share the original ending for curiosity's sake - the only major changes were in the last few paragraphs of the chapter 😊

A soft thud rudely interrupts such pleasant fantasies.

They break apart, rosy-cheeked and breathless, casting an eye over the bed until the source of their interruption presents itself. Miles’s battered copy of ‘The Restaurant at the End of the Universe’ has slipped from its perch and is now resting precariously against the bedrails, its pages splayed open and threatening to crease beyond repair the instant they hit the floor. Alex rescues it mindlessly - just in time to spare it from slipping through the gap - and brings it closer, recognising the neon imprint of the title from his childhood.

Without really thinking, he flicks through the yellowed pages, glancing at the dense passages for only a moment before throwing the book aside, blinking away the faint stirrings of a headache.

“You okay, love?” Miles asks, seemingly out of the blue, until Alex realises he hasn’t said anything since their untimely separation. He looks over at Miles, basks in his beauty in the sleepy morning light, and can’t quite bring himself to believe that he’s real. That he has chosen to spend the rest of his life with Alex of all people, when he could have anyone he wanted.

“Kiss me again?” he asks, hoping that his desperation for reassurance is not as obvious to Miles’s ears as it is to his own.

“You’re insatiable,” Miles chuckles, but his eyes are warm and his hand cradles Alex’s cheek with a gentleness that makes him want to fall asleep, safe in Miles’s arms. A persistent beep resounds in perfect time with the pulse drumming in his ears, and Miles’s eyes glance in the direction of the snitching monitor.

“The nurses’ll be thinking you’re in trouble.”

‘Oh I am,’ Alex thinks, but he elects not to mention it. Truth be told, he can’t bring himself to care, especially with Miles gazing at him as though he’s just unveiled the secrets of the universe.

It isn’t long before Miles grants his request, kissing him with so much care and love that their surroundings melt into oblivion. Alex finds that this is a rather pleasant state in which to exist, and so he ignores his creeping exhaustion and the slowly awakening aches across his body in favour of letting his mind be consumed by the man he loves more than anything in this world and beyond.

As he loses himself in the sweet taste of Miles’s lips and the pleasant burn of stubble against his cheek, Alex finds that he’s almost capable of forgetting the way Douglas Adams’s words had danced maniacally across the page, defying all attempts at comprehension.

Almost.

#I was also planning an epilogue which would have shown more of Miles's perspective during the events of the fic before ending -#- with Alex ultimately coming home and them starting their new life together #(Brian the Squirrel would have made a cameo of course 😉)#unfortunately I never managed to find the time to write it #also yay fellow ace Milex shipper! 💖#my writer brain just loves complex and interesting relationship dynamics even if I can't always 100% relate to them #my writing #milex fic

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oetravia · 2 years

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5x02//6x18

#supergirl #supergirl spoilers #supergirledit #brainiaedit #nianaledit #brainiac5edit #dctvedit #arrowverseedit #brainia #brainiac 5 #nia nal #querl dox #yeah i 'm focusing on the positives right now otherwise i might lose my mind #it's hilarious that Brainy can actually be so smooth when he wants to be #(and the growth in Brainy initiating so much of their physical contact and how they've grown into being comfortable with their physicality #again after the break up is so beautiful. Especially since I'm still adamant it is their love language. But would it kill them to let them #kiss at least once more before the show ends? And here would've been ideal since there was no green paint involved...)#(at this point all i can say is thank to jesse for taking matters into his own hands in 606 and making sure we got at least one kiss in s6)#her little giggle as he drags her to the dance floor is too cute I'm crying #let them be happy you cowards!#mine #my gifs #otp: what does love feel like?

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I'm not going to request it now because requests are closed, but that Savanaclaw petting scenario was really cute and like,, Octavinelle petting and examining them

(,,• W •,,)

A/N: If you can pinpoint the exact moment I started to slowly doubt my writing ability and how to write these characters, I will give you, the reader, 100 points. Cause man this was rough to write when you have writer's block q wq But anyways, this was when my requests were closed BUT I WANTED TO COME THROUGH WITH IT! I would like to dedicate it to @kirayamidemon since I read their comic and it was...excellent.

But in other news, I found out that eels like to be petted!

Warnings: Eel petting, Octopus petting and all three Octavinelle members feeling a certain way when you finally give them those pats.

[Floyd-Senpai: Shrimpy~! Meet us in the mirror room tonight! Azul says he wants to give you something!]

Your eyes look down at your phone before pocketing it back into your jacket, taking another sip of the Coral Pink drink Floyd had made for you before you left Monstro Lounge as you reminisce back on the day you just had.

Today has been probably the most successful day the Monstro Lounge has had in a while. You had offered up the idea to Azul while you two walked to the cafeteria, mentioning touching a manta ray once and how you didn’t expect them to be so slimy. He had looked at you curiously and asked if you had just been a curious child when you were growing up, but you told him that you used to go to a lot of aquariums and how you would go straight to the petting exhibit.

And the moment you said petting exhibit, Azul already had cashed the idea in.

Aquariums had been placed elegantly among the tables of Monstro Lounge tonight. The smaller aquariums on the tables were closed lid, giving the customers a chance to enjoy the little ecosystems Jade had personally made for the creatures Azul had brought in while partaking in their drinks and meals. It made for a killer Magicam picture and Azul had predicted with Vil’s and Cater’s attendance the hashtag #MonstroLoungeExperience would be trending by the time they reached the dinner rush.

It trended faster than they thought.

Most foot traffic, however, came from the piece de resistance.

In the middle of the Lounge, a large aquarium had been placed at foot level where various customers could reach down and pet larger animals such as sting rays, sturgeon fish, starfishes and sea cucumbers. All of them with little placards stating fun facts as well as little sections with a bunch of coral that made for another perfect Magicam photo opportunity.

It had been an amazing experience and you felt like you had almost grown closer to the three Octavinelle students, which was always an ‘A+’ in your book.

You were pretty sure you saw Azul smiling from ear to ear by the time they closed and Floyd and Jade looked physically exhausted from having to deal with so many customers. They had been busy from opening to closing with no breaks in between so you figured that they would want to rest.

So getting a message from Floyd so late at night had been somewhat confusing.

But you didn’t question it, the fact that Azul wants to give you something making you ever so curious.

Who knows, maybe if the sea creatures were still around Azul could let you pet them some more?

Out of everyone you had probably been the most excited for the petting exhibit and you had given him the idea so the possibility of playing more with the starfishes and manta rays pushed you to move faster.

Finishing the last of your drink and throwing it away in the nearest trash can, you push open the doors to the mirror room with a smile--!

Only to find nobody.

“...huh.”

You look around, not daring to call out either of their names since, technically, you weren’t even supposed to be here. The only thing you could do was take a few steps further, looking around as you try to make some sense of the situation.

Why wouldn’t they meet you in Octavinelle? The Monstro Lounge was there, as well as all the creatures. Azul’s office was there as well so if he wanted to give you something he could have given it to you there, so why had Floyd asked to meet them in the Mirror room? You look around for a moment before frowning as the realization set in.

It was a prank.

“Dammit.”

Of course. Why would Floyd even act this nice towards you if it wasn’t to lull you into a false sense of security? The table you had sat in today had a beautiful aquarium with a bunch of little shrimps floating around and the mereel, more than once, had opened the lid and stuck his hand inside to grab one of the shrimps and hang it over his open mouth.

You thought he was just acting this way because he was stressed from working so much but he probably had just done it to tease you! With a huff, you pull out your phone and open up his contact number to give him a piece of your mind--!

“Aha! Shrimpy is here!”

Only to gag as the back of your jacket is grabbed by a slimy aquamarine hand, pulling you into the nearest mirror and leaving nothing but your phone laying on the ground.

Floyd’s hands pull you into a hug the moment you are pulled into the water, laughing as he sees you thrashing around and pulling at the arms keeping you pressed close to him.

“Ahhhh! Shrimpy stop moving!”

The mereel squeezes you tight, smiling as he looks down at the moment you realize who is holding you and what you are able to do.

He grins and wraps his tail around you, the fins brushing your fingertips as the shock slowly starts to die down and the curiosity starts to set in. Floyd’s eyes shine brighter under the sea, your hand going to your chest as you expected to drown immediately but finding it simple to breathe in and out.

“What--?!”

“Finally!”

“There we go~ Breathe in--”

You take a deep breath.

“And out~”

Your chest relaxes as Floyd giggles at how wide your eyes have gotten, letting you go with his arms but his tail wrapping around one of your legs and pulling you close to him once again. He smiles when your hands go up to inspect the fins on his ears but stop as if the situation was still highly unreal for you to believe.

He guessed humans rarely got to see the sea during the night, but he was glad he got to show you this sight. Even if it was Azul’s idea in the first place.

Looking around, you notice that you had been here before.

It was the Coral Sea.

You look back at the mereel as Floyd tilts his head at your confusion, smiling as he sees the shining in your eyes get brighter when you notice that the veins in his arms and the ones going up his neck are all shining in the moonlit water.

“Floyd…”

Ah. You really looked too cute. Especially when you were looking at him with so much wonder. Maybe he should just take you out further and hide near the corals, somewhere Jade nor Azul would look as he preens under your attention.

He blinks as you break out of the spell long enough to point a finger at him.

“You--! Why did you call me to the Mirror room so late! The last thing I need to do is get in trouble with the Headmaster!”

Floyd frowns, “You didn’t get in trouble! I pulled you when I heard your voice! Why didn’t you call out to me!”

“Because I couldn’t see tail nor fin of you!”

Both of you stop talking after your dumb joke, looking at each other with surprise before a giggle escapes your lips first, turning into a full blown laugh between you both as he takes your hand and presses it under the fins in his ears.

“Shrimpy was so mean today. Petting all those creatures and ignoring everything else. It made me want to eat all of them up.”

You smile and rub right under the juncture where fins meet skin, Floyd shivering as he pulls you closer to him.

“Eels don’t eat any invertebrates, right? You guys are mostly carnivores.”

He grins and gives you a small squeeze. You even knew of his diet? Why hadn’t you mentioned you knew some things about sea creatures. If you had, Floyd would have dragged you to the Coral Sea way before this! He smiles as your hands go all the way down to his neck, tracing each vein slowly but not going any further than his clavicle and choosing instead to run your fingers from his shoulder blades all the way to his Adam's apple.

“Shrimpy is being too shy. Here!”

You gasp as Floyd grabs your hand and helps you swim over to a pair of rocks, sitting you down on top as the bottom of his tail wrapped around your legs to keep you anchored. He laughs as he practically sits on you, choosing instead to lay the top half of his tail on your lap as you look down at the shiny, swishing fins.

“Now you can touch as much as you’d like!”

Floyd was ready to make a joke about how this would a much better petting experience for you but his eyes widen when he sees the wonder in yours, the smile in his face disappearing as he watches your fascination with his fins, running your fingers through his caudal fin and rubbing the edges with your hand. His hands twitch as you run yours up his tail, taking in the slimy but firm feeling before looking up at him and reaching out to cup his face with one hand.

He presses his cheek against your palm, smiling as you scratch right over his ear fin and almost jumping up from the rock as you start to rub the appendage.

“Shrimpy wait--”

Shit, he almost bit his tongue. He could barely look into your curious eyes as his heart sped up, the most sensitive area of his body being played and inspected with being a far too new feeling for him to just laugh it off.

Floyd bites his bottom lip as his tail squeezes your legs, closing his eyes as he felt several shivers go up his spine. It felt too good--

“Floyd?”

The mereel slowly comes down from the high as he glares at the intruder, clicking his tongue as he saw who it was.

A pair of identical eyes to Floyd’s turn in your direction, your hand pulling away from the other as you turned to greet Jade.

“You certainly took them farther than I thought you would.”

He chuckles as his brother turns away, clearly not wanting you to see the blush on his cheeks. Nevertheless, his attention immediately goes back to you, swimming over to your side and sitting on the opposite of where Floyd was situated.

“Did you have any troubles finding us?”

You shook your head, “Floyd grabbed me and pulled me in before I could leave.”

Jade nods and looks down at how Floyd had situated himself, a brief pang of jealousy overtaking him as he scoots closer, takes your hand and presses it on his chest. You immediately try to pull back but Jade’s eyes lid as he tugs you in closer, the veins in his chest shining even brighter than Floyd’s as he immediately feels you relax in his touch.

“Do you know what this is, [Y/N]-san?”

His eyes take their time to take in all of you as you nod your head, whispering the word ‘bioluminescence’ as Jade licks his lips.

How strange was it to see you so focused. Jade had taken his time during the lull of the Monstro Lounge hours to watch you near the petting tank, your fingers running over the manta rays and tapping at the carapaces of the horseshoe crabs. And like his brother he did feel a certain sort of jealousy for those creatures, but he also saw an opportunity.

An opportunity to get your guard down.

His eyes look over at Floyd, the other pouting as your fingers start to trace Jade’s chest all by themselves.

“Uhm--”

Jade’s attention goes back to you, “Yes?”

“I didn’t think that moray eels had bioluminescence.”

He smiles and takes your hand again, guiding it from the middle of his chest all the way to his cheek making sure that your fingers feel the light travel in his veins as you start to wriggle out of Floyd’s hold and into Jade’s.

“Our kind is a mixture of many eels types. While our exterior is that of a moray eel, our interior is also made up of certain eels that use this feature as a way to communicate with other animals, warn predators…”

The mereel decides to keep the ‘lure prey’ part out of his explanation.

Jade’s eyes immediately went to Floyd’s as the other was about to speak up, glaring at him to keep his mouth quiet for he had his turn. His eyes soften when they go back to you, your eyes still taking in all of the small trails of light decorating Jade’s body as your hands trace against the caudal fins on his arms.

They were rougher than the ones near their ears…

Slowly, your hands go to the fins on the side of Jade’s face, the mereel tensing up but keeping his eyes on you as you start to tug and rub at the appendages.

“[Y/N]-san…”

His nails scratch against the rocks as he feels your fingers trace every line they can find, his fins giving a little twitch as you push them back only to watch them slowly move back to their original spot. You had no idea what you were making him feel, what you probably made Floyd feel.

And if his dear brother wanted to keep it a secret, then he would keep his mouth shut as well.

Having someone touch them so freely, especially that area, was an act reserved for mates only. Even during courtship this was prohibited and if any other merperson happened to swim by it would be as if they just tumbled into the merman equivalent of someone shoving their fingers in between someone else’s legs.

But your curiosity was so endearing and Jade just couldn’t find it in himself to pull you away. In fact, that look of yours full of innocence and naivety was so cute that if he let his instincts run wild you would find yourself being dragged to the Leech's home--

“What--you two!”

His reason kicks back in as Jade smiles and turns to look at the new visitor.

The octomer’s face is bright red as he locks eyes with you, your hands letting go of Jade’s fins as he smiles and waves at Azul.

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Azul.”

He wants to say something about what the hell he just saw but he decides to save it, knowing full well that Jade nor Floyd were going to give him a straight answer. Instead, he decides to address you directly.

“Inferring from our conversation from early this morning as well as your actions during the Monstro Lounge opening hours, I figured you would like this sort of surprise."

He clears his throat, sneaking a peek at your face and quickly looking away as he saw your eyes staring straight at him.

Humans like you are still curious about the different types of merpeople, especially those like Jade and Floyd, so after much consideration I decided--”

"Azul, you're beautiful."

Oh no. He bit his tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck he bit his tongue and now it hurts like a shell clamping down on his hand--why had you gone and say something like that so suddenly?!

"Excuse me?"

The spell Jade had you in was completely broken as you pulled out of the brother's hold and swam over to him, stopping when you noticed him backing away.

Azul stared at you and you stared back at him.

He couldn't help it. After all the things he had to deal with, it was hard enough for him to even appear in front of you like this. And it wasn't like he was doing it as a showing of any sort of affection towards you, he just didn't want to owe you any favours from the idea you had given him!

All he had to do was just...reach a tentacle out--

"Huh?"

Azul notices you swimming back a tiny bit, smiling at the tentacle shyly reaching out to you.

"You can turn back, you know. I don't want you to feel forced to do this."

You point at him, your eyes still wide with curiosity but keeping your distance.

"The fact that I get to see you like this is enough."

Azul can feel his heart skip a beat, tentacles unfurling even more as the need to hide melted away.

But...he owed you a favor...

"Honestly. Thank you so much Azul."

For the Sea Witch's sake, he really couldn't pin you down, could he?

The octomer swims over, floating right in front of you as one tentacle shyly brushes against your fingertips. They twitch in interest but you do not move, looking up at Azul expectantly.

You really were too nice for your own good, waiting for someone to give you the okay when he clearly wanted you to at least inspect that part of him.

"Go...go ahead."

Your touch is soft, pressing your hands right against his suckers and chuckling at the small noise they made as they attached themselves to your skin. Azul moves in a bit closer as some tentacles start wrapping around your ankles and wrists, his natural instincts taking over as his tentacles wrap around the person he really liked.

Well not like as in like like but a like he had yet to put a definition to. And it's not like it needed a definition, you certainly weren't asking him what sort of like it was and the thought of what kind of like it really was didn't keep him up at night at all.

"Oop!"

Azul almost wants to screech at the tentacle going in between your legs and hoisting you up, offering you a sort of makeshift seat as the other appendages start to press against your neck, leaving behind little sucker marks in their wake.

This situation was not only testing his boundaries but also his patience.

"I didn't think they would be so slippery...and so soft!"

Please don't look so curious about him! It's going to give him wild expectations!

The tip of a tentacle rubs against your cheek, Azul's face an almost red tomato as he hears you chuckle and push the appendage back but for some reason his tentacles weren't listening to him so the thing only pushed forward even more--

"Ah! No fair!"

Floyd comes up behind you, wrapping you up in a hug as he points a finger at Azul.

"No hogging Shrimpy to yourself!"

Azul swims back in alarm.

"I wasn't hogging anyone!"

Jade laughs as he swims right up behind you, a hand on your shoulder as he pulls you back.

"Azul you might want to look down."

The octomer blinks only to look down, seeing that one of his tentacles had stubbornly wrapped around your waist.

"Ahh...ahhhh….!"

You, Jade and Floyd blink as dark ink fills the water, Azul covering his face and letting you go, swimming to the nearest hole and curling up inside as he strangles one of his tentacles.

Of all the things to embarrass him it just had to be himself, huh?!

"Azul? Wait come back!"

"Shrimpy tell me I'm beautiful as well~!"

"Floyd let me go! There's ink everywhere!"

"Not until you tell me I'm beautiful!"

"Jade!"

"Azul is more than okay, I can assure you...although I would also like the same compliment as well, [Y/N]-san."

The next day, you woke up with a high fever due to swimming all night, a present from all of the Octavinelle students at your doorstep with an apology card neatly placed on top.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst scenarios #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst mc #twst x reader #//ALSO WHO CAN PINPOINT THE YANDERE UNDERTONES

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marveliciousloki · 2 years

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Animated Movies I think could make Loki cry | Marvel Headcanons

Okay heads up this not meant to be serious but I love animated movies, I love Loki and I'm in a hurt/comfort trope mood so my mind wandered off to what animated movies could make Loki go:

or at least...

Walt Disney Pictures:

Dumbo: especially the song Baby Mine, Loki is such a momma's boy that he would crumble like a cookie, more if you settle in post TDW. Also he would project on Dumbo being the outsider and would be obssessed with the character.

Bambi: again, momma's boy syndrome would get to him and he'd be holding back tears.

The Lion King: Mufasa's death, EVERYONE cries with that, Thor would be more susceptible to that one tho. Loki could still somewhat relate to the "prince who ran away" trope in a sad way.

Lilo & Stitch: especially if he watches it with Thor, everyone melts to Stitch but Loki is another level: blue? Alien? Dangerous? 🥺 Also back to the Thor point, the movie focusses on the hardships two siblings deal with, both would break.

Treasure Planet: the way Jim is abandonded by his father would strike a really sensitive nerve on the younger Odinson since he thinks Odin didn't really love him (he did baby I swear 😭)

Brother Bear: same point of siblings as Lilo & Stitch, and more considering the dynamic of both being adopted and the little being an annoying little shit.

Honorable mentions to Encanto because Bruno, but I don't think he'd actually cry, just painfully relate and The Beauty and the Beast, difinetely one to project on Adam (the beast) about being seen as a monster and seeing his happily ever after would give him hope.

PIXAR:

I don't think any would literally break him to the point of tears but maybe Inside out and Wall-E would move him.

DreamWorks:

Prince of Egypt: oh the parallelism between MCU!Loki and Moses fans of both movies found is nothing new, and so would Loki who'd definetely feel all of Moses pain as his pain.

How to Train your Dragon 2: (first off, Loki and Thor would ADORE the HTTYD saga okay?) I think mainly because of Stoick's death, since I believe Loki do blames himself for Odin's death and he deep down carries some guilt from killing Laufey (don't honey). So the grief from Stoick's death would hit hard.

This is not a new movie but man I'm realizing I like it when Loki cracks under all the love he actually has for his brother. Adopted my ass, FAMILY IS FAMILY.

BlueSky and Illumination Studios:

None, sorry. I loved BlueSky but their stories were considerably more light-hearted, which is good! Just not what were looking for.

Same for Illumination.

Laika:

Oof, this one pains me because Coraline is one of my favorite movies ever and my all time favorite horror movie (I still fear cry when I watch it lol) but non could break Loki.

He would like the studios' crown jewels: Coraline and the Corpse' Bride they're beautiful and I imagine right up Loki's alley, mainly Coraline.

Feel free to add more!

#mcu #marvel #marvel headcanons #loki headcanons #loki laufeyson #loki odinson

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snowflakestree · 3 years

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i got a secret - can you keep it?

Diedre Beneviento ;

“I don't have the time, energy, or interest in hating those haters; I'm too busy loving a person who loved me 'till the day i die (Donna - Mother)."

-Diedre Beneviento

ꕥ you realize that you were wrong, but you still cover it up with the excuse 'to protect my mother.'

˛˚ 。✰ * ˛。oh, you're wrong. 。* ˛˚ 。✰ ˚

An orange sky stretched across the sky. As a beautiful canvas painting created by the Creator. The collection of clouds that adorn the orange sky adds to the beauty of the Creator's painting. Make anyone stop for a moment to admire the beauty of the work.

Diedre's gaze had been staring at the troposphere layer that enveloped the Earth. She didn't take her eyes off anything around her for even a second. The thoughts inside her head were blank, nothing. Only flashes of memory appear that she wants to forget but continue to haunt the contents of Diedre's mind.

Forgetting is indeed quite a difficult thing for her. Especially if the thing she has to forget are the peoples that she killed for years and the person who was once the most valuable person to Diedre. Someone who has colored her life.

"Dreaming again?"

A voice that sounded right in her ear surprised Diedre. She gasped in surprise and then averted her eyes from the painting of the Creator. Her gaze was fixed on someone with a wide smile plastered on his face.

Diedre just shook her head in response. She did not expect that the person she met was the same man at that time. The man who's warning her to stop slaughtering people. Adam Wolf- her own biological Father.

"W-what are you doing here, Father..?" Ask Diedre to the Man who she called her father.

Hearing the question, Adam shook his head then replied, "Am I not allowed to see my daughter again?" Diedre just scoffed then looked back at the orange sky, She hated her father so much. And Adam also knew that, whatever the reason, Diedre still blamed all this on the man she called her father.

Not getting a response from his daughter, Adam took a deep breath then looked up at the orange sky too, "Did you know? When your mother was still pregnant she always talked about a name that suits you and rejected every opinion I had while puffing her cheeks. In fact, Angie is also coming up with a name for you while stroking Donna's belly."

"They.. did?"

"Yes, they did. It's quite funny and cute when your mother keep pouting whenever i tell her about my opinion to give you a name."

Silence engulf their moment, until Diedre decide to ask a question to her father, maybe more than one question.

Adam immediately looked at his daughter in shock after hearing the question.

"What do you mean, Diedre!? you haven't been cursed at all since you appeared in your mother's womb! Even since you were born in this Beneviento Family!"

Adam exclaimed to his daughter, Diedre finally turned to face her father with her dull eyed and a sinister smile plastered on her delicate-beautiful face.

"Then do you care to explain how i got such a frail and weak body, Father?" She asked once again making Adam grit his teeth

The guilt he had been hiding all this time crept up inside his body again, Adam's pale face also started to break out in cold sweat. He wanted to explain to his daughter, but how? Even he himself also asked why he got such a weak body since he was alive.

Taking a deep breath, Adam calmed himself and replied: "you got that weak body from me, The process of descent of course." The answer is logical.

Adam swore that he had seen his daughter's gaze soften in an instant and her wide sinister smile turned into a small one.

"Yes, i clearly know that Father, But-"

Diedre cut herself off while thinking about the words and questions she would come up with next.

"-Why? Why do you have the heart to give me - your daughter - such a fragile and weak body? Do you have the heart to see your wife - my mother - insulted and/or humiliated by the others? How can you be her husband - My Father - Mr.Adam?"

"Listen Diedre, i also don't want this to happen to me, to you, and to our family. I also wish i had a strong body to protect you and your mother. But i realized i could protect her in other ways. And you could protect her in unique ways!" Adam explained as he approached his daughter.

"I'm really sorry for giving you a weak body like me, i'm also really sorry for not being by your side any longer and relying on your mother for everything. I don't want this either, i didn't even choose to live like this." He continued, holding back tears.

"You have stained the blood of the Beneviento Family, you don't deserve to live longer with Mother because of your weak body, you don't even deserve to be forgiven and ro be called Father by me!!" She shout at his father making him flinch and take a step back.

"Why did you have to marry Mother when you know that you couldn't protect her from the start!? You're just like a man full of lust and then left the obligation of being a father in this household!! you are the reason why i couldn't protect mother from any dangerous! You are the reason why i couldn't be myself and keep thinking why i can't be like my cousins!?

AND you are the reason why Mother is always Depressed and Sad, Dear Father- oh how i hate so much- YOU-"

"DIEDRE BENEVIENTO!"

Someone shouted from behind her that made the girl immediately fell silent and her face turned very pale for a moment. Slowly, Diedre looked back and saw her Mother - Donna - is now Angry and holding back her tears at her.

"M-mother... i- i thought you were at house with Angie to-"

"Enough, young lady! I've heard all your arguments with your father- and i can't accept that you hated your father as if you're disagree for me to loving him!"

Donna started to approach her daughter in anger and dissapointed feelings, Diedre couldn't even utter a word after hearing her mother raise her voice.

Donna is a gentle, polite, and humble woman. That was Diedre knew about her own precious Mother.

But this time, The Donna she saw was completely Different.

"You can't say that to your own father- you're his daughter- he is my husband- he is our family! He didn't stain our blood, it's just you who hate and envy your body to others too much!"

Donna slowly knelt down and held her daughter's hands, "it's not only your father's fault, but it's also my fault. Due to my mental illness, i couldn't take good care of my health while i was pregnant. So that's why i beg you, forgive us especially your father, Diedre." Donna sobbed letting her tears flow down.

"... you are wrong mother, this is not your fault, like i said- all this happened because of his existence! He has made me so weak so i couldn't protect you- he didn't make me feel stronger just like my cousins!" Diedre replied in annoyance and glared at her father with pure hatred.

"You realize that you were wrong, but you still covered it up with an excuse 'to protect my mother' ." Adam replied seriously even though his tears were now flowing.

"Wha- what do you mean-"

"like i said to you at that time- Diedre, you just love the power to kill, to take someone's life because, besides your cousins, you see yourself as small and weak. And that's why you decide to kill them so they can see you as a strong person just like your cousins. But you were not." Adam Finished with annoyance making Donna gasp in surprise and turned to her deceased husband.

"W-what..- what do you mean, Adam!? Our daughter would never do such a cruel thing-"

"No, my wife. I swear that i've always watched her. If you remember the day your veil went missing, it's because she used it so she could pretend to be you and hear all the bad words from the villagers to you." Adam explained as he approached his daughter and his wife again.

"Are you.. trying to tell me- that my baby, Diedre- is a murderer?? A-adam?" Donna asked stuttering, Adam dissapointedly nodded and turned his attention away from the two of them.

"I don't-.. i would NEVER do such a thing! You just want me to be in trouble and-"

"Diedre."

Again, the girl's words were cut off by her mother, "would you like to tell me the truth? you know that lying is a bad action.. right?"

"Mother.. i-"

"No! Just- what happened to you!? Where's my precious baby- the Diedre i know!? Where's my precious baby that i raised with love and affection!? What makes you think that you couldn't protect me!? What have you done- Diedre!? Please, Explain everything to me!!"

Deidre is really trapped by her father, with a short and clear explanation she will soon be destroyed and fail in her mission. To protect her mother. she was indeed a girl who was jealous of her cousins, but her belief in protecting her mother was not the reason why she killed anyone who ridiculed her or her mother. But it was her own desire since the first time she saw the parasite or flesh on the right side of her mother's face.

being overprotective She had cut off the morals of her mind.

She killed herself at that time. Something important inside her died after she killed a girl who's mocking her FATHER and MOTHER.

but how could she forget that? she doesn't know either.

"They deserve it."

"we beg your Pardon?"

"Mother, Father- They deserve it!! They don't deserve to be forgiven!"

'Hahaaha! Guys, would you look at her! the weakling has finally come out of her cursed house!'

'You should stay away from her- or she'll kill you!'

'aww - isn't it disgusting that you become a child of the Beneviento family? Cursed you, Diedre.'

'When you grow up you'll be just like your mother - there will be scars on your face!'

'perhaps it was because you were small and fragile that your father died because he didn't want a daughter like you!'

'everyone, I think that's enough just let her go.'

'same as Monsters.'

'like Mother like Daughter.'

'To think that Mr. Wolf would marry Miss Beneviento, because as a result of their marriage they got a cursed daughter!'

And that... made her snapped. She's done. She's just going to end the leader's life. End of discussion.

"i'm done being polite. Let's just have a show now, Shall we?"

"and that's why i started to kill them, because they keep disrespecting my parents, my family. My one and only Mother that i had left in this cruel life." Diedre explain to her parents, she didn't realize that her tears start to flow too.

"I'm sorry for letting you down. I didn't mean to- they're just being mean to you. And i couldn't let that happen- b-because the purpose of my life is to protect you.. if Father couldn't protect you - then i will gladly do it for your safety. I-i can't lose you too like i lose... father, Mother."

With that, Donna immediately pull her daughter's tiny body and hug her tightly, letting her baby cried on her shoulder. The world is indeed cruel for the little Beneviento family. They just want to live a normal life like the others and then.. no more.

Adam could only watched his Wife and daughter since he couldn't touch them. And so, he decide to pat their heads gently even though his hands are cold as ice.

"I-.. i'm so- sorry, Mother- Father.. i s-shouldn't have done that.. i shouldn't have..-"

"Diedre, my baby, i'm sorry too.. and i really do."

"Hm... Me three, i shouldn't go find the medicine that day and i should've made the medicine with the herbs.. i'm so sorry too, Donna, Diedre."

Suddenly, something grumbled from the bushes, making the three of them turn their attention to the bushes.

Following her instincts and sharp feelings, Diedre immediately turned her back on her mother's body and prepared the strings on her fingertips

And it was true, Two big lycan-wolves came out of the bushes and ran towards the Beneviento family. Diedre did not remain silent, she immediately controlled her strings quickly and managed to wrap the strings around their four legs.

With all her might, she lifted the two bodies of the wolves that were thrown up and she slammed them down until the ground cracked. Again Diedre lifted the wolves up and broke their bones. Then, she again slammed the two wolves' bodies to the ground making the wolf's blood splatter at her.

"...phew, there you go. Never near the lady ever again! that stupid loudmouth heisenberg shouldn't have let the lycans roaming around in a day like this."

Diedre turned back to her parents, "are you okay, mother? The didn't near you, did they?"

Donna was speechless.

The way her daughter end the lycans life was really sadist. With a few strings, she manage to fight them alone.

Diedre Beneviento is really incredible. Too incredible.

"I'm okay.. thank you for protecting me, but you do know that i candle them too, yes?"

Diedre whined at her mother while wiping the blood off her cheeks. Donna just chuckled and then approached the only daughter and wiped Diedre's cheeks with a handkerchief that she took out of the pocket of her black dress. Adam could only smile sadly at the two of them and then he approached his wife and daughter. As he drew near, Adam stroked each of their cheeks with his hand that was cold as ice. "I will miss you both, Diedre, protect your mother without killing because of a strong lust for power. And Donna, please take care of Diedre too. I will always be watching over you from above. I wish you all the best."

Diedre gave a forced smile while holding back her tears, "Father too, please rest in peace. Just leave mother to me, I promise I won't kill the villagers again just for thirst for power." said Diedre firmly even though her voice cracked.

"That's right My husband, just leave Diedre to me, if she's a naughty daughter I just have to pinch her cheeks." Donna replied letting the tears flow again.

Adam chuckled then gave them a closed eyes smile "I love you both, give my regards to Angie that I miss her too. Goodbye, let's meet again in a better life."

With that, Adam's spirit instantly faded and disappeared right in front of Diedre and Donna. Not strong anymore, Donna threw herself down and cried loudly. Diedre just sat next to her mother and hugged her tightly. Diedre Beneviento is finally free from her overprotective and lust for power side.

Snowwy banging her head on the wall : it's not good as Senior @the-broken-truth oh Noooooooooooo

Eliza Dimitrescu (not yet.)

Kaleb Heisenberg (not yet.)

Sebastian Moreau (not yet.)

"Hello, cousin? ... yes, i decide to stop for slaughtering the villagers. All i have to do is just talk to them and made them realize for what they have done to my family ... yes, i will not regret this. After all, This is my choice for my mother's sake ... no, I will atone for all the sins I have committed ... if you still want to do it, that's your choice along with the others ... well then, I wish you had a good luck ... see you later, Eliza."

With that, she decide to cut her own overprotective strings.

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tomshufflepuff · 5 years

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Eleven Blocks - Part 2

ahhh it’s been so long!

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (reader is also his best friend and ex-girlfriend)

Summary: you live eleven blocks away from tom. And it seems like wherever he goes, he’s reminded of you

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of anxiety, fluff

Word count: 3.4k

Are song lyrics

Part 1

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(Gif creds to @maddenmarvels)

“Hi,” Tom let out, his voice coming out as a quivering whisper.

You stood there motionless, forgetting that you were holding your dog back as your muscles tensed. Causing your dog to break free easily from your hold, happily running up to Tom like nothing had happened.

Like nothing has changed.

It took the small pup jumping and lightly scratching Tom’s jeans that brought Tom back to reality. He leaned down on one knee, his heart immediately bursting even more when the dog jumped up to lick Tom’s face, his tail wagging so quickly Tom wondered if there was such a thing as whiplash in the tail for animals.

You would have wondered that as well, if it weren’t for your constant state of being frozen.

Tom lifted his head up slowly, eyes quickly raking your form before his soft hues met your own.

That sure as hell made you snap out of it.

A whimper that you didn’t know you were holding in came to surface, but you swallowed that down as you took in your old love’s appearance.

Blue jeans paired with a simple black t-shirt was all he was wearing, customed with his black Nikes. But his stupid features was of course what really took your breath away.

His stupid chocolate colored hair.

His stupid cute face.

His stupid acne scars that you loved because it was just him while he strongly despised them.

His stupid pink, thin lips that just look so kissable-

His stupid brown eyes. That had stupid golden specks that could easily make anyone with a heart melt. Let’s not even get started on what those stupid specks did to you. They were a mix of honey with gold, and all you wanted to do was swim in them forever.

You didn’t even notice that you were staring until Tom cleared his throat, snapping you out of it once again and you internally slapped yourself for staring, admiring him so bluntly you felt a wave of awkwardness crash into you and suddenly it was too hard to stand up straight but you didn’t let that show.

The lovesick Brit in front of you didn’t seem to mind one bit. Actually, he loves how he can still get a rise of adoration from you by simply just standing there.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, quickly composing yourself. Your stance changed from leaning on your front door for support to crossing your arms and actually standing up straight.

To keep what little dignity I have for myself. You thought.

Tom fought back a chuckle from your actions and stood up as well. The two of you never realized that your dog had wandered off a couple steps away, ecstatic to see his old pal Tessa before quietly playing with her.

It was like the two of them knew what was happening, and weren’t their usual loud selves as to not interrupt their owners falling back into one another.

Tom’s right hand came up behind his neck to scratch it, something he did as a fidget when he felt nervous or unsure of himself. You were too busy swooning at your pup and Tessa reuniting in what felt like years.

He turned to you, gulping down a lump he hadn’t even felt that was in his throat. This regained your attention, seeing his Adam’s apple bob up in down and feeling quite anxious yourself once again.

“Can we um- C-Can we talk?” He asked, feeling like he was a little boy who had just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. All Tom wanted to do was collapse in himself, to have Harrison smack him for being such an awkward idiot in front of his best friend.

In front of the love of his life.

That sheer embarrassment was wiped away though, when a small grin reached your lips and you nodded slightly, “Yeah, yeah come on in.” You almost felt yourself trip on your own feet as you backed away a little, leaving Tom some room to slip in between the wall and your door. He returned the grin, although his was laced with something you couldn’t put your finger on. When his back was turned to you as he walked to your couch, you rolled your eyes and cursed yourself for being such a clumsy mess in front of the man you called your first love.

The two dogs on the porch lifted their heads, noticing Tom gone and you giving them a look that simply just instructed to follow. They did so, trailing after Tom and you swore if they were human, they would have shit eating grins on their faces while slapping each other once in excitement as they gazed at you and Tom lovingly. Like two fans of a television show couple who they want to finally fucking come together and confess their undying love for one another.

You shake your head, remembering Tom was still right in front of you as the pups walked to your dog’s bed in the living room, flopping down on the blankets in front of said bed and staring up at Tom longingly.

Damn they really were just a couple of eager fangirls.

Tom however was staring at the mantle to the side of your television that was set right upon your fireplace. One photo that particularly caught his eye, featured the two of you - not too long ago in fact - staring up at the camera with wide smiles. His arms were wrapped around your waist as you were holding two ice cream cones, the smile on your face matching the man’s right next to you. The crinkles around the actor’s eyes were on full display, meaning that was truly a real, enormous big smile. Not that he didn’t have that smile adoring his features anyways. But the happiness was just screaming from his face. And he felt his lips turn upwards without consciously thinking about stopping himself.

Your feet nervously shuffled up to him to see what photo caught his attention. Once you saw which one, you couldn’t help but match his expression as well.

“That was a fun day,” you spoke softly, it now being your turn to snap Tom out of a trance. He turned to you quickly, glancing at you on his side before turning back to the photo, the smile never leaving his perfect face.

“Yeah. Yeah it really was.” He returned.

This was when Tom actually felt, genuinely happy and whole. Sure, he’s been excited to be back home, catching up with friends and family, showing Jacob around, just looking forward to being somewhat normal again, since he has returned from filming.

But Tom always felt like something was missing. Or rather, someone. And that this was holding him back from being whole once again at home. He pushed that aside though, especially when his brothers had brought up that you might be the reason why he didn’t feel completely, himself. They too had noticed their elder brother’s, let’s say, off behavior.

Tom just never felt like he was 100% him.

He didn’t blame you for it. That would be absurd and crazy and would make no sense whatsoever.

The both of you didn’t see Tessa’s tail wagging in that moment, like she had caught onto her owner finally being, here, all of him, here again.

Tom finally gathered up the courage, a heavy sigh falling from his chapped lips as he turned to you all of the way, a full 90 degrees.

His eyes met your own and his emotions of missing you went crazy. For now he was actually bothering to show it instead of bottling it all up inside and getting mad and frustrated at anyone who brought up your name because that just reminded him of the end. The end of your relationship, the end of the best thing he had in his wild life. And he hated himself for not fighting for the girl he loved.

But now, now he wasn’t going to turn away. He was going to fight for his best friend, for his love. He wasn’t going to get angry, bite his tongue and storm away like he has been doing. He was actually going to face you, and confess something he had been holding in and denying for such a long time.

“I miss you,” He choked out, his voice wavering and he didn’t notice he was crying. A sad smile dawned your beautiful face, gently reaching up and laying your hand against his cheek. Tom immediately leaned into your touch. Neither of you seeing how close you actually were to one another.

It was just a natural instinct, to inch closer to the man in front of you.

“I miss you too,” you spoke softly. So softly that it was actually a whisper. Your emotions finally reaching the surface as well. It was time to let your walls crumble. The walls you had built up to distract yourself from him. To push away any feelings you had of missing him, missing what you two had. Even pushing your own friendship aside. Just anything to forget him. And the heartbreak that stupid fight created. And frankly, how long it lasted.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” Tom spoke, kissing your palm lightly, his arms still at his sides. Of course, he knew you were going to make up, maybe even get back together. But he stood frozen, not knowing what the hell to do since he was finally letting everything that he sadly built up, finally crumble to the ground.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry for insulting you. I’m sorry for ignoring you while I was away. I’m sorry I pushed you away. But most importantly, I’m sorry I broke our promise to not let anything break us. Break what we had. I’m so fucking sorry for not showing you love. I'm sorry I made you think I stopped loving you.”

Tom’s words were shaky, his voice cracking a couple of times as well as you choked on your breath, releasing a sigh of relief and tears met your eyes as well during his declaration.

“Tom, it’s my fault as well.” You shook your head. Tom wrapped his arms around you gently, still afraid to pull you closer. He was about to speak but you stopped him. He of course was going to put all of the blame on himself. But that was not the case at all. “Before you deny it, our breakup went both ways. We both lost our connection, we both lost one another. We both said hurtful things, we both yelled at each other. We both stopped showing the other love. We both broke our promise.” Tom let a couple tears fall as you wiped them gently with your thumb, your other hand coming up to hold his face as well. This is a two way street, Thomas. You are not going to blame yourself for all of this. I am in the wrong as well. Please, please understand that, baby.” The pet name is all it took for Tom to pull you in closer, resting his forehead against yours and you sighed hugely in relief. Feeling his skin against your own once again, and in such an intimate and loving manner caused your eyes to release tears as well. Tom quickly brought his right hand up, wiping away the stray tear on your lovely face just as you did prior.

“Can I please kiss you?” He whispered, his breath not shaky this time.

You smiled and let another breath reach passed your lips, nodding your head desperately.

“God yes,” Less than a second later, his lips were finally on your own.

Tom let out a relief sigh into the kiss, trying to pull you as close to him as he possibly could. But that was a bit hard considering you were already pressed up against one another completely, so he held you tightly. Tightly as if he were to let go, he would wake up from a dream, and that you would slip through his fingers and fade away like he stupidly let you months ago.

His lips felt soft on your own, despite the fact that he felt they were chapped before he kissed you. It was needy, but not in a bad way. It was like finally being able to breathe on your own once again, after being hooked up to an oxygen mask for years. And it felt so damn good.

It was as if a delicate, priceless artefact that had been accidentally and tragically broken in ancient times, to finally be glued back to one another. Permanently reuniting with its other half, not planning on breaking ever again.

His lips pressed against your own so strongly, the young heartthrob craving your touch for what felt like a century. Teeth clashed at first, causing you to giggle into the kiss together. But quickly, it was back on track from being messy and desperate. Now, it was just good and desperate. His tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily granted in less than a millisecond.

You and Tom both were whole once again in each other’s arms. Forgetting how to breathe even after a while, remembering that humans need oxygen.

You pulled apart slowly, your eyes still closed along with Tom’s as well. It was now your turn to be afraid to face him, fearing that if you were to open your eyelids, he would be gone. And that this would never happen. Even if you could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest against your own, and your heart returning the favor.

You reluctantly gave in, needing to gaze upon his beautiful brown orbs once again. When you did so, Tom’s eyes were already open, already on you.

There was those golden specks again. He had gained the sparkle back in his eyes. Everyone noticed it was gone when you split. And oh how much you missed his eyes.

And how he looked at you. With such love, compassion, happiness, content, admiration, adoration, care and heart. You missed this look in his eyes, you missed how your affection could make him react. Overall, just missing him. He looked at you as if you were the only thing he will ever need in this universe. Like your love returned, your heart in his hands ass his were in your own, was everything he needed to conquer the world.

“I love you so much,” you spoke sternly. Not letting your voice waver or your e/c hues to leave his own soft ones, even to blink.

All Tom did was smile, his heart beating faster if that was even possible. It really did have grabby hands, and after months of pining for your heart to hold hands with his own, he didn’t try to hide it. “I love you too.” He whispered gently. It wasn’t long before your lips met with his own again. No messiness included this time around. Just love, need and want.

‘Cause it’s Friday night, you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

You smiled and let another breath reach passed your lips, nodding your head desperately.

“God yes,” Less than a second later, his lips were finally on your own.

You and Tom both were whole once again in each other’s arms. Forgetting how to breathe even after a while, remembering that humans need oxygen.

You reluctantly gave in, needing to gaze upon his beautiful brown orbs once again. When you did so, Tom’s eyes were already open, already on you.

There was those golden specks again. He had gained the sparkle back in his eyes. Everyone noticed it was gone when you split. And oh how much you missed his eyes.

“I love you so much,” you spoke sternly. Not letting your voice waver or your e/c hues to leave his own soft ones, even to blink.

All Tom did was smile, his heart beating faster if that was possible. It really did have grabby hands, and after months of pining for your heart to hold hands with his own, he didn’t try to hide it. “I love you too.” He whispered gently. It wasn’t long before your lips met with his own again. No messiness included this time around. Just love, need and want.

‘Cause it’s Friday night, you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

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It had been hours since Tom had stepped foot into your home. The both of you found yourselves laying on your living room couch, embraced in one another. Tom’s back was against the back of the furniture while your back was pressed against Tom’s chest. His arms were wrapped around you, firm but also delicately. Your arms were wrapped around his own, your hands laying on top of his , fingers laced to each other. Now the embrace itself happened when you and your love were awake, but your hands managed to find their way to the other’s, wrapping into the other’s gently in your sleep.

Harrison was blindly walking around looking for his best friend with Jacob on the phone. Jacob telling the frantic blonde that Tom had last spoken to him before he said he was taking Tessa out on a walk. Harrison had loosened his grip on his phone as his blue eyes fell upon your house, immediately feeling himself soften and calm down.

Could it be…

He told his friend he thinks he knows where Tom is, and Jacob quickly told him to keep him updated, knowing Harrison and him giving a fast, “Okay” before hanging up.

The blonde Brit took off in a sprint towards your house, not bothering to knock because it was natural for you all to burst into each other’s houses, yelling the name of whom you’re looking for while sending a quick wave to that person’s parents or siblings downstairs.

Harrison was about to do so, ready to yell your name and ask if you'd had seen or heard from your ex boyfriend recently. But he caught his tongue in his teeth, immediately biting it as he saw two pairs of feet come into his vision while he was searching desperately from his very spot in front of your door.

He didn’t even wince at the light pain that came as a result, walking, tiptoeing to your sofa to find his two best friends wrapped up in one another, once again.

His heart dropped to his stomach, in a good way though. He also felt relieved. So happy that Tom Holland and Y/N L/N finally found their way back to one another.

Snores brought him out of his happy trance, but the light sounds weren’t coming from his best friends. No, he walked closer to the sofa and noticed your pet and Tom’s laying on one another, right beside the couch.

Harrison couldn’t help but to lightly coo at the scene, trying his best to not be loud. He quickly snapped a photo of you and Tom, sending it to everyone. Even capturing your pups in the shot, and individual ones of them as well, separately from you and Tom.

Jacob was the first to respond, replying with a heart eyes emoji and a red heart.

Back at the Holland residence, the remaining family members gathered around Nikki’s phone, the photo of their son and brother holding his soulmate in his arms, fast asleep, on full display. Nikki herself turned the Wifi off on her phone, so no notifications would interrupt what she couldn’t believe at first.

Harry and Sam fist bumped one another. Paddy cheered along with Dominic while Nikki couldn’t take her eyes away from the illuminated device. The family all staring at her screen, and after a while she found herself tearing up. She was ecstatic to see them together again, to see her son so at peace even in his sleep. To see the grin on his face and knowing that his heart was truly full once again.

The mother did not even try to hide her emotions as her husband pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head as wife let out tears of joy. Dom didn’t bother to hide a tear that managed to escape his own eyes. White their three sons were still staring at the photo, happy and cheering to themselves that their older brother was whole again. That he was happy, and that Y/N - whom they considered you a sister - happy and at peace as well.

Let’s just say, the teasing didn’t hesitate to start up again from your friends and families. You and Tom didn't mind it one bit. Secretly - not so secretly - wanting to get used to it again.

You both quickly fell back into place, as if a breakup and a few heartbreaks didn’t stop your hearts from wanting, needing each other.

I got somebody

Waiting for me at home

I got somebody...

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Please let me know if there are any mistakes!

Feel free to give me feedback as well! Thoughts? Constructive criticism? I’m open to everything :)

By the way, when I was typing that his heart along with the reader’s had grabby hands, I was picturing a scene from the short film, In A Heartbeat, I very much recommend watching it :)

Tagging some mutuals: @underoos-shield @akaspiderman @naturallytom @starksparker @badhollandfluff @its-the-unknownspideywrites @parkersgalaxy96 @stuckyswhore @stuckonspidey @marvelouspeterparker @gyllenhollands @negasonicteenagemess @cutesparker @hawkinsholland @raspberryparker @hollandroos @galperson @scftholland @blissfulparker (lemme know if you want to be removed!)

Permanent taglist: @smexylemony // @embrace-themagic // @petxrparks // @iamsatansoul // @em-aesthe // @ohbabycal // @tiny-friggin-human // @spideymood // @spidey-caps // @osterfieldholland01 // @cornacopicimagines

Tom Holland taglist: @delphianegoist // @mischiefmanaged49 // @hollandsosterfield // @osterfieldholland01 // @shaykeijser //

Author’s Note: First I would like to apologize on how long it’s been for me to update part two. It’s been literal months y’all I suck.

Second of all, I want to thank those who have been waiting. You’re so patient and I literally love you so much and want to give you all of the food in the world.

What’s been going on? I’ve been busy off and on, I got a job especially a couple months ago. But really I’ve been going through some personal shit and just lost my ability to write completely. I’ve started the draft to this piece multiple times (along with changed, which sadly I’m still working out because I’m lazy and have no writing talent oof), but I have quickly lost motivation each time I tried, or just didn’t know what to say. A mix of writer’s block and lack of talent is ultimately the big picture here :(

Thank you so, so much for the patience and kind words!

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