#spiderbelle

Charlie LOVES cuddling him

Angel likes it when she rubs her smooshy cheeks into his chest fluff plus squishing her cheeks for fun

He taught her to poledance

She often runs her fingers down his neck. Her signal to him of "I'm horny my big handsome spider".

They have really rough sex.

She vents, he listens

He cries, she comforts him.

Angel enjoys her pegging him more than pegging her.

They fight but both regret it in their own ways

They have make up sex, panting out apologies, kissing, touching etc

He calls her "babyface".

She calls him "Angieboy"

Alastor hates their affection in public. Typical

You sigh and smile dreamily at your soon-to-be-stepmother, Pepper Potts. 

Or shall we say, future Mrs. Stark.

“I’d love to wear a dress like that someday.” You say as you walk towards Pepper.

Pepper smiles when she sees you, and says, “I’m sure you will.” She pauses, “And you’ll look much more beautiful.”

You knew that your father was planning on proposing to the redhead for a while now. He definitely took his time overthinking everything. But now, looking at her with her hair expertly done and the dress so exquisite... Everything was worth the wait because everything was perfect.

“Oh, stop that.“ You blush as you playfully shush her. “This day is about you. Don’t try to distract me.“

Pepper turns back to the mirror she’s sitting in front of. “Honestly, I’m glad you helped me convince Tony not to go completely overboard. Thank you for that.”

“I could see that you wanted something simple, but sincere and intimate.” You shrugged, not thinking much of it. “It was nothing, really.“

“Oh dear, Y/N.” She stood and reached out for you, holding your arms. “You understand, and you always give more than anyone asks for.“ Pepper gives you a hug. “And that’s everything.“

You embrace her as well, then you break apart when you hear a knock on the door.

Natasha and Wanda walk in, looking all dolled up as well. “Oh, Pepper, you look gorgeous.” Wanda says as she hands Pepper the prettiest bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you.” Pepper replies, hands shaking slightly as she holds the flowers in her hands.

“Come on, girls.“ Natasha says, pointing at the clock on the dresser. She grins. 

“It’s showtime.“

Every time I see your face, I break a little.

And every single night you stay, you take a little.

You love Peter Parker with all of your heart. It gets hard sometimes, but it always gets better.

At least that’s what you tell yourself as you’re eating dinner alone.

Again.

You clean up your plates, but leave some food on the table for Peter. There are nights when he decides to show up suddenly during incredibly ungodly hours.

You hear a tapping on your window around an hour and a half after you got into bed. Not that you were keeping check. You open the window, and Peter comes into the room; clothes disheveled and bruises all over.

You used to ask what he was up to; used to demand why he’d come to you with bruises and scrapes.

But after a while, it just got tiring.

You don’t speak as you patch him up. And he senses that you’re upset with him, but he stays silent as well. For an intelligent kid, Peter’s not so good with communicating. Not even with you on the best days.

Finally, as you’re putting away the first aid kit, you speak.

“Do you want to stay?”

“Y-yeah…” He replies. “Please.”

You curl up into each other’s arms. And it’s perfect for a moment.

“…I’m sorry I missed dinner.”

“…”

“…I don’t deserve you.” He says.

You scoff. “No. Right now, you don’t.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again.

“Peter, please keep in mind,” You move your head higher to look into his eyes. “When you crawl into my room at midnight— and you’re broken… I break a little too.”

You bite down on your lip, trying to keep from crying. You’ve lasted this long without tears, you weren’t about to let that slide.

“And the thing is, even if you give me no explanation, I will always come back to you…” You reach out to hold the side of his face. “Because you always come back to me.”

He pulls you closer to him, closing his eyes and kissing your forehead. You close your eyes too.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I just can’t shake this feeling deep in my bones;

And though I know I’m better when I’m alone,

I call you.

“…I honest to god wonder if being your significant other is good for my health.”

You tell Tom, who is busy fixing his hair while you wait for him. The both of you had so much planned; but none of it was for work, it was only quality time for the two of you. You were beyond excited.

Tom laughs, then asks, “Why would you wonder that?”

He looks at you through the mirror, giving you a sweet smile along with those unfairly gorgeous eyes. And you groan at the sight.

You point at him, flailing an arm at his general direction as you let yourself fall back and sink into your shared bed.

“That is why. Goodness, it’s like every time I look at you my heart swells up and I just choke and suffocate.“ You cover your hands over your eyes, rubbing them as if you were directly looking at the sun and not your just-as-hot boyfriend.

Eyes still covered, you feel the bed dip at your sides. You blink them open to see Tom hovering over you, a glint in his brown eyes.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” He asks with a cheeky grin. He leans in closer to you, taking you in with pure admiration.

After a moment, he speaks.