In her defence, you were hers. Your affections, desires, love — in her eyes, should all be for her. And she loves you, her pretty girl. Showering you in affection, gifts and love.

You’re the best part of her day from being the spider vigilante. It’s an exhausting job, but you make it worth it. So easy to say, when she climbs through your window quietly cause she knows you’ll be asleep- her eye twitches at the sight of your stupid fucking shark plushie staring back at her, cuddled in your arms.

It’s taunting her, she swears. It’s beady fucking eyes, as if to say ‘I got your girl’. It irks her, slipping quietly into the room to stand over your sleeping form.

“Little bastard. I bought you. And this is what I get in return.” Gwen mutters under her breath in annoyance, jealous of a plushie.