#Spiderman ATSV

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Spider-Man 2099 fancover

I spent like 6 hours straight on this last night not super proud on how it turned out but it’s whatever it was a really ambitious work

[pinksugarscrub]

Strawberry Milkshakes

Skater! Hobie Brown x Ballerina! Reader

He was a punk. She did ballet. What more can I say?

Thank you for your patience! Le college has been kicking my ah so I immensely appreciate it and of course a special thank you to my beta reader @hyperfix-wip

word count: 1508

warnings: feelings? snooty ballerinas?

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Your limbs are sore but you find no complaint on your lips as you sit next to Hobie. The pain isn’t unbearable. Not in the way it usually is after hours of being in your pointe shoes. The leather of your skates somehow isn’t grating compared to the silk ribbons.

You never quite liked the quiet before. Yes the streets were full of cars and birds were chirping- but between the two of you not a word was said and it felt ok. No…expectations.

Adorning the pink leather bracelet he had given you, (that you haven’t taken off since first period) you trace the studs. Wondering what to say just to hear his voice again because though you may like the silence, you like the space he fills in your heart. 

“I don’t think I fit in.” Spills from your lips and you’re not sure you’ll regret it until you see his response. 

Hobie shifts his attention to you at the sound of your voice. He’s confused but more than willing to listen as he gestures for you to continue. Gravel crunches underneath his shoes. Beat up, bleached, and hidden under torn jeans.

“I know it isn’t true but it’s like all of these thoughts in my head are real possibilities.” You continued, tugging on a blade of grass. “I know I have a place here but what if that doesn’t matter? What if that changes and I’m left behind?” Rolling your feet back and forth anxiously you look toward the setting sun. You spent all afternoon with Hobie and yet it didn’t feel like enough. The hours went by too quickly for your own liking. 

“I have friends but what do they think of me? Why do I feel so left out? Why am I always so scared they’ll pick someone else over me.” 

When Hobie’s hand falls over your own you want to tug it away. You don’t want to be comforted. It makes you feel weak.

“What if I’m not good enough for anyone?”

Hobie taps on the back of your hand. Lips pursed. The sound of laughter mixes with the city noise. Kids playing on slides that still burned from the sun and created static that made their hair stand on end.

“It’s lonely.” He finally adds onto the conversation and judging by the look of confusion he receives it’s your turn to listen.

Hobie pulls his hand away. Setting his hand on the grip tape of his board. It digs into his palms but it distracts from the lump in his throat. “I mean, for everyone. No matter who you are, you never stop feeling like that.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nods.

A shriek of glee causes you to turn your head but your eyes are back on Hobie within a second. You want to hold him. Indirectly comfort yourself by being able to support him.

You’ve seen so many different sides to him ever since you started meeting here.

From an outside perspective Hobie always seemed so confident and self-assured. Like he didn’t need anyone. You guess that’s why before the start of your friendship it was easy to follow along with your friends. Laugh at his expense. Joke because you were too much of a coward to express yourself the way he did. You’ll never forgive yourself for being so close minded but you’ll spend the rest of your time together making up for it.

“It’s complicated, for me.” His voice grew thicker. Like honey. But instead of the sweet taste meant to soothe it's the way it uncomfortable sticks to your fingers and clothes. “I’m so used to people bashing on me it’s just easier to block them out. So I don’t have to think about it.”

The sky grows pink and suddenly it’s harder to see but that doesn’t matter. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“I don’t want to think about it.” Hobie says in a quiet voice. “All I’ve ever needed is me. Don’t want to admit I want more than that, y’know?”

“Yeah,” you answer. Eyes glossing over as you look away. “I do but…I don’t feel that way about you.” 

Hobie’s chest feels tight while yours feels like it’s about to combust. 

Hobie could fade out of existence or more specifically, your life after graduation. Less and less texts until he becomes an unknown number on your contact list. It’s just—Hobie Brown would never pretend to be something or hide from you. He was honest and kind and smart and oh…so wonderful.

What could he say in response to that? Hobie doesn’t know but he slides a hand around your waist and tugs you closer and this time, he doesn’t question what you are. He doesn’t guess what these frequent meetings have meant when you’ve answered his questions so perfectly.

Hobie presses his nose to your hair. He wants to kiss you but he doesn’t know if he should. So he settles for this. 

He doesn’t want to go home and what can he do to prolong the inevitable? He perks up suddenly as he inhales your scent again. “Hey, want a strawberry shake? On me?” 

Under the fluorescent light Hobie still looked beautiful to you. You find yourself wishing every night would end with the two of you under the stars even in this light polluted city. 

“Yeah, sounds perfect.” 

Hobie smiles. That lopsided smile that isn’t like the ones he normally gives at school. 

He almost slips and you try not to laugh because he must have forgotten he was sitting on his board. You take his hand and slowly roll to his car. Let him sit you on the trunk and unlace your skates. 

Your watch ticks five minutes past eight o’clock but you don’t care. Hobie is worth breaking your curfew. 

-

The air conditioning hits you in a wave as you step foot inside the dinner. Reaching behind you, you already find Hobie’s fingers intertwined with your own.

“How many?”

“Two please.” Hobie responds to the waitress. Grinning, he notices the older woman glancing down at your hands. “Thanks Joan.”

She giggles and grabs a few menus. “Right this way.”

‘Joan?’ You mouth once her back is turned. You wouldn’t have pegged Hobie to have enough of a sweet tooth to be on a first name basis with her but to each their own you suppose. 

“Written on her name tag love,” Hobie whispers. Tapping a finger of his chest and smiling when you falter in your step.

He’ll definitely be calling you that more often.

Before you can sit in the chair as opposed to the booth Hobie’s coaxing you into your seat. Squeezing your hand before sitting across from you in that same rocky chair that makes your back hurt.

You aren’t hungry and neither is Hobie so strawberry shakes are all you order and fries after you think about it for a moment.

You argue about the salty sweet combo of shakes and fries while Hobie pretends to gag. Nudging your foot under the table.

The sugar is the most satisfying thing you taste after such a long day. A tall glass of pink decorated in whipped cream and a cherry. Two, once Hobie plops his into your melting and quickly depleting shake.

It’s like you said, you don’t think about fitting into a mold or expectation. You just enjoy the happiness in his eyes and relax.

Someone plays the same song on the jukebox in the corner of the room for the second time. Chatter fills your ears and then voices you recognize. 

Turning your head you spot your friends. Freshly out of practice. You can already feel their curious gazes. Questions upon question coupled with disbelief cleverly hidden under the guise of concern. You won’t shy away if they walk up, you aren’t ashamed nor will you ever be of Hobie Brown.

“You should go say hi.” Hobie chuckles while nudging your foot again to grab your attention.

“Mm, I’m happy right here.” You answer as your eyes meet again before you burst into laughter.

“What?” Hobie’s eyes widened, caught like a deer in headlights.

“You’ve got-” You wheeze as you tap your lip. 

“Here?” He slowly grins. Purposefully missing when he wipes his thumb over his cheek.

“No,” you laugh harder.

“Here?”

“Oh my- hold still.”

Hobie leans forward happily on his elbows for you to clean the whipped cream on his lip.

“Thank you lovie.”

“Mhm.” 

You don’t move your hand away. Instead you cradle his cheek. Looking at him like he was the only thing worth paying attention to in the room.

You’re startled when he scoots back abruptly. Even more so when his voice cracks as he asks for the check. Then he’s taking your hand and running out of the diner. It’s all so fast it’s enough to give you whiplash.

“What-?”

“I couldn’t do this in there.” He cuts you off before crashing his lips onto yours.

‘There is more that meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside’ - Avril Lavigne (sk8tor boy)

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taglist: @insideoutjulie

[shayneysides]

hobie: kill yourself

pavitr: WHAT THE HELL BRO WHAT DID I DO

original format from @ha-youwish in this post!

[usaigi]

I hate the implication that the Spider-Man in our universe is the goddamn popsicle

[slimmwrites]

The impact Spiderverse has on art and artists is INSANE. Everyone is drawing, everyone is CREATING. From colour studies, to the art style studies, to making sona influenced by the movies' character designs. AI generated images are nowhere to be seen, and I hope they're going to stay buried in the uncreative pits they belong in... the world is in balance.

Seeing all the works are... WOW

[leapfog1]

cowboys

[anendtopursuit]

kissing the atsv character designers directly on the lips

[quozacheese]

looking out for his drummer

[crabrangoonluvr]

alright so during into the spider-verse's introduction to peter b. parker, we see his wedding, and he stomps on the wine glass right? this is a jewish wedding tradition, which makes this version of peter parker jewish (further confirmed in interviews -- however, i believe this is enough by itself). it's a nice nod to the jewish roots of the character.

we get to see a bunch of peter parkers throughout the spider-verse films, and none of them have any explicit religious associations like peter b. parker. except for one!

here we have gwen stacy's peter parker and aunt may, from earth-65, saying grace over a meal. from my understanding, this is generally a christian practice -- in judaism, we prefer to say short prayers before eating, and save the long, in-depth ones for afterwards. so to me, this was a clear example of the character being coded as christian. i was a little disappointed that they didn't make peter parker jewish here too, but since across the spider-verse discusses variants and the differences between instances of the same person between different universes, i interpreted this as a continued commentary on peter parker's ethnicity -- although he was initially jewish-coded and one of his two creators, stan lee, is jewish, this is often erased, especially in more modern interpretations of the character.

and then i remembered that this peter parker also literally turns into the lizard.

and y'know what? good call on that one guys.

[butchered-icarian]

Hobie Brown cosplay at Anime Expo 2023 by whoachriswhoa.

[chuwenjie]

Concept paintings that I did for a deleted scene in Across the Spiderverse. In this deleted scene, Miles follows Gwen to a Brooklyn construction site where he meets Miguel for the first time. I believe this scene was released yesterday as a special feature called "Miguel Calling."

[milimeters-morales]

i know Pavitr is crouching a bit but god. this fucking height difference??? Pavitr saying *“hobie my guy!” hobie saying *“man like PAV!!! BIG STEPPA” god they make me so happy!!

[tinidor-theodore]

Being trans is part of the spiderverse fan canon event. (stolen off of pinterest, made by @gender-luster :]])

[bononocat]

I HATE THE AM‼️ I HATE THE PM‼️

[milesmorales99]

[stinkyeggbow]

my beloved hobie