#thatz progress . yeah ?

[spookythesillyfella]

if i ever say that i dont like digitaltime . thatz not me – a skinwalker haz violently murdered me and stolen my identity – immediately seek shelter

[luvmailing]

it's a new year and i still love you.

�� tws + notes: no tws, unedited, gwen wearing her shoes on the bed made me wanna claw my eyes out but thatz ok can u tell shes a fave, do we f with pining and yearning, short asf but shhhh dont talk 2 me im in hiatus 」

「 gn!reader, romantic...ish relationship <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown, miles morales (1610 + 42), miguel o'hara

author's note: i miss writing for atsv. anyways this is a draft from new years. ITZ LATE I KNOW I KNOW SHHHHHH

▸ GWEN STACY who's not the best with words, but has drafted about a million letters of confession for you anyways. they stay in a shoebox under her bed— some crumpled up, folded away out of timidness, or ripped out of frustration with none of them quite good enough for you.

she's spent the entire year writing letter after letter and has experienced the hand cramps to prove it yet, no progress has been made.

during new years, she invites you over for a celebration for two, just hanging out in her bedroom.

she's praying you don't notice that she accidentally left the shoe box out. freaks out when you ask her about her new kicks— until she realizes you're referring to the ones she's wearing. the ones she stole from hobie. phew.

silently makes a promise to tell you eventually. while terrified of losing you— gwen at least wants to let you know you're loved and cherished, that you mean the world to her. maybe this year.

▸ HOBIE BROWN who's figured that whatever you have is better than nothing. he's as direct as possible with you without saying it outright. and it's not quite a relationship, not quite a friendship— but he likes it that way.

at least you're heading into the new year together, watching the fireworks in the distance on a rooftop. there's no better place to be in the world, as far as he's concerned.

hobie offers you a kiss on new years as a joke yeah right, but will definitely be surprised when you happily lean in and plant a few on his face.

"are you missing on purpose?" he quips, chuckling to himself.

he decides to place a quick one on your lips, just as it turns midnight.

both of your faces heat up as you awkwardly glance away from him— but then you feel hobie lean into your side, his head rested on your shoulder.

▸ MILES MORALES (1610) who's rehearsed the planned confession in front of his mirror night after night, only to realize an entire year has passed and he still hasn't told you.

he tries to and... yeah, fireworks make it hard for anyone to hear anything. it's okay though. at least they're pretty. not as pretty as you. he watches you tilt your head and laugh and nod politely, knowing damn well you didn't hear any of what he said.

after a moment, the noise dies down enough for you to say, "hah... uh— sorry what?"

miles decides just to crack a joke instead. something about starting his year off right with you around. nearly dies when you grin and squeeze his hand in agreement.

▸ MILES MORALES (42) gets you a nice gift even though new years gifts aren't exactly typical. just wants to show that he cares about you.

will try to scowl as you grin and gush about it but eventually chuckles at your reaction to such a simple gesture.

you have a minor freak out, realizing you have no gift for him— but he only shrugs.

"you're enough."

the grin that forms on your face is almost stupid. he's already anticipated the words that will come out of your mouth as you tease him for being sappy. he just rolls his eyes, threatening to never be nice again. whine and complain about it and he'll reconsider.

▸ MIGUEL O'HARA is barely celebrating new years. sure, realizes he's done absolutely NOTHING in terms of confession and intends to keep it that way. i mean. he's kinda busy. and maybe this next year will pull you two apart.

you don't kiss him at midnight, mainly because he's barely spoken the entire time and you're worried about his silence— but you place your palm in his instead. the size difference of your hands makes you smile slightly.

you pause, glancing at him. "i have a good feeling about this year."

he quirks an eyebrow up. "yeah?"

"yeah. we'll have each other."

your earnest smile is enough to send him into cardiac arrest atp.

"...i guess i have a good feeling about it too then."

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