#steeledwill

                  ♙ ❝      WHO TOLD YOU    i was here, harr  . .      ❞ he mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slid his glass   FORWARD   to the bartender. it was a sign for another yet he figured that his   brother   had some words for him. supposedly he’d told he was   clean   of alcohol but   . .   well  . .   that   MIGHT HAVE   been a lie.

omg thank u for the compliment!!!! T_T i love drawing him it’s real fun! 

                 ♚ ❝      SORRY    -----   i must have   misheard    . .   what was it you were saying harold. may i remind you that this   ISN’T   the time to push me right now. its  . .  its not the day. but do repeat yourself. i wish to know.      ❞

                 🍾  ❝     sweetheart, its time to rise, now  . .  or you’ll be late.      ❞ she murmurs, sitting upon the edge of her darling son’s bed, trying to stir him slight with a small shake of his shoulder. 

Gwen didn’t like to keep secrets from her friends. She had always felt that they only caused problems. She was a fan of transparency but there was one thing she had always kept a secret. It was for safety and security and another million excuses Steve had always given her. As a kid, he’d always get down on one knee so that they were eye to eye when he would say that it wasn’t shame that kept her adoption a secret but instead it was because he loved her too much to let anything happen. She had always understood why, even as a kid, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother or cause some problems in her life. 

The big secret meant many lies that came with keeping an act up. Bogues excuses about why people couldn’t come to her house or why her parents never came to any of her events. Little things like that but over the years she could tell her friends were getting more suspicious and then there had been that period of time where she and Peter had both been lying. It wasn’t until Peter had come clean about being Spiderman that she had finally convinced Steve to let her tell him her secret and right on time for the holidays too. She was finally going to get it off her chest, even if her way of telling him was a bit of an ambush.  

She quickly jogged down the hall to meet Peter at the exit of the school. “ Hey so I know we had plans already but I thought we might change it up,” she said smiling sweetly at the taller boy. “Maybe instead of exchanging gifts at your place, we could do it at my apartment.” Nobody ever came to her home. There were too many pictures of her and Steve or evidence of his hero antics but that would probably help her cause in this situation. “ There’s a bit of a surprise I have to show you.”

        𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐒

clothes, the curl of her lips switching against her sweet ivory flesh. mistletoe. any excuse to kiss her wonderful 𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳. heart skips a few beats as she can feel his hot breathe against her frame, inching closer and closer -- ‘ my sweet kit, ’ hues close feeling his sweet lips against her own.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Sabrina looks him up and down, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as head tilts slightly. Apparently the Spellman mortuary didn’t get many visitors, so she’d been informed by this universe’s version of her aunts...but there was something about him. Must be the eyes.