“Karabast.” (Spider-Man AU - the introduction)
Part Two ; Part Three
Ezra Bridger x gn!Reader
Summary ; In which you find out that the city of Lothal's two Spider-men are closer than you think. One of them - the new-ish one (by a few years or so) - just so happens to be your best friend.
Requested? ; Nope! Simply an AU idea I have had for a few months- I want to write more for it sometime soon - but if you have any ideas and / or thoughts or questions, feel free to send ‘em in. This is simply an introduction to the AU- 😌😌😌
Warnings ; none so far.
Word Count ; 436
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One thing you weren't expecting today was to be held up on your way home from getting groceries for your parents.
Sure, you expected to be at least a few minutes later than you would've liked, since this was the city of Lothal and all. There were bound to be some hold ups here and there.
However you weren't expecting to be in the middle of a fight. On a subway train. With both Spider-Men themselves trying to beat down one of the more recent 'big-bads', as you and Ezra so creatively called them. Some guy who called himself 'The Inquisitor' decided a subway train was going to be his stage and you were reluctantly a stagehand - trying to hide away in the wings while the actors were trying to do their jobs.
The wings on a subway car, however, meant trying to press yourself in the farthest corner away from the mess.
Which also meant holding your backpack up with one hand as a shield for both you and the groceries, while holding onto one of the bars that rested on top of the back of each subway seat. At first it was to avoid the surging crowd of people scrambling off to get onto other cars attached to the subway train to safely get away from the fight. Now, however, moving probably wasn't the best option.
Especially when 'The Inquisitor' shoves the younger Spider-Man into the seats besides you and yanks off the poor dude's mask.
“Holy shit—“, you voiced your thoughts, way louder than you anticipated. You immediately slapped the hand holding the metal bar back onto your mouth, eyes wide and full of regret. Both the younger Spider-Man in front of you and ‘The Inquisitor’ looked in your direction, both pairs of eyes locking with your frozen ones.
You hoped you spontaneously gained powers right then and there. Invisibility would’ve been amazing. Disappearing at the drop of a hat. Slink back home undetected so both superhero’s of Lothal City and ‘The Inquisitor’ can finish their battle in peace.
But no.
That’s not how things worked.
Your eyes darted to the familiar, radiant blue speckled hues of the eyes that belonged to the younger Spider-Man.
Ezra Bridger.
Your best friend.
Who’s apparently Spider-Man. The superhero that was immediately full of regret and shame and fear, all wrapped up into one. A hurricane of weights visibly fell onto his shoulders the moment he realized who you were.
And when he realized that you knew who he was now, too. Oh crap, you knew who he was now.
Oh no.
“Karabast.” Kanan’s gonna kill him.
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Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery for the ask game? Thanks!
...Hm.
Hm. >.>
This is a hard one!
...Okay. I need you to pretend it's not very obviously a song about a couple in a romantic relationship with me bc I just. Am not vibing with it for any of my romantic pairings/polycules. (I did very briefly think 'oh, Orym & ... at least one of pers partners!' but ... no, the vibes are Off. xP)
Nah, the vibes are closer to Blair & Quinn, who are very (very, very, very) estranged sisters. The WIP they're from would be a Mess, if I had any more than, oh, 2 ideas I'm trying to connect. xD
But like.
The first verse. Take out the 'baby' in the one line, & make the holding hands/touching/would you still love me bits platonic/familial. Yes I am aware of how I'm stretching it shhhhhh
Mama never really learned how to live by herself/It's a curse/And it's growing
Oh all my emotions/Feel like explosions when you are around/And I've found a way to kill the sounds
I said no (I said no)/I said no (I said no)/Listen close it's a no
I found hope in a heart attack/Oh at least, it is past/Now I've got it and you can't have it
I broke all my bones that day I found you/Crying at the lake
I've seen this person watching me/Saying 'is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell me is it worth it?'/Guess there is something, and there is nothing/There is nothing in between
And those are just lyrics that vibe with the girls/with the project in general. (Actually, the lines about the someone watching them while they sleep may have sparked something .... hmm.)
I didn't think I went off 'vibes' as much as I apparently do. XD
Just. A very fraught relationship that maybe didn't used to be but shit happens, to adults and children alike, & they have a whole plot about like. Learning they're sisters, getting to know each other, getting to a point where they maybe don't want to kill each other on sight (for reasons I'm not sure about just yet, this whole project is just Vibes right now) and actually want to call the other their sister.
I dunno. That's what I got. xP
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with the note that invisibility isn’t privilege I’d like to remind people how erased aro people are
like I work with several queer people, gay and bi and such. Not one of them knew what aro or queer platonic was before I told them
during pride month you know what flag they don’t have in general stores? Aro
Even at pride itself when I went last year, there were four aro things. That’s it. Do you know how depressing that is to go to the queer place specially and you have to stop at every single stall to scour for a single thing to represent you?
we need to normalize aromantism. We need to stop more than friends and “you laughed at what he said you’re in love!” Or “you spent the night with her just admit you’re gay” attitudes. Romance is not required to be a human and it’s not required for intimacy. It should be just as known and accepted as being gay.
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Costco has these artisanal peaches. My betrothed and I first had them while staying with some friends. They’re the platonic ideal of what an amazing peach should be. They’re peeled and preserved in juice whole, and somehow they taste slightly like vanilla.
When we got home from our visit we picked up a jar for ourselves. They lasted a good long while. We finally went to get more- and they were gone. I was devastated. That was two years ago.
Every Costco trip since then has included a hopeful look for the amazing peaches. I never stopped dreaming they’d come back.
My health has gotten better and with my improved energy I’ve finally been able to take over some of the chores. So when my betrothed lamented not having time for a Costco trip last week I volunteered to go alone.
I was meandering down the aisle and then I saw them. The peaches. The promised fruit I had been denied for two years, perfect and golden in that Costco aisle. Orchestral music swelled in my mind and everything around me faded away as I beelined toward them.
I was stricken with peach madness. I got four jars. Sitting in the car afterward I tallied the expense. The peaches were fully a quarter of the Costco bill. I texted my betrothed to apologize for absolutely losing my head. They reassured me over and over that it was a luxury I deserved to indulge and that it was okay.
Tonight while holding a dripping perfect peach in my hands, eating it while standing over the counter, each bite the exact ripeness to have a little give but not too much, and my mouth full of vanilla and peaches I contemplated going to buy more.
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