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It’s A Curse If You Care Enough, CH 1 Snippet

The giant spider yokai breathes out a frustrated sound, twisting around to gaze at the four turtles at the end of her office. The squirming comes to a stop as the group realize she's gazing at them.

"Are you pleased with yourselves? All this hard work, ruined!" She waves a clawed hand angrily, gesturing at the broken glass container the Oozesquito's had been inside of. The fight in the office hadn't gone completely to plan. Leo could admit that. It almost makes him wish they had just left when he said they should.

Not like his brothers really listen to him anyway.

At the lack of response from the teenagers, Big Mama sighs, covering her face with one of her larger hands. "What else should I have expected from Rodeo Clowns?" She snaps her fingers pointing at the group. "Gather them. I want to make this night somewhat tolerable."

“How about, we make a deal?” Leonardo interjects quickly, just barely able to keep the frantic edge out of his voice. He needed to sell this. He needed to make this work. He didn't really know much about Big Mama, but she seemed the type to love a deal. She wanted to be in charge in control of a situation, but she seemed like she liked games.

Leonardo can feel his brothers glowing at him, gazes locked on his shell. He ignores it as he squirms forward in the web cocoon he’s in. “You like deals, right-?” He continues, managing a smile and wink at the yokai. He needs to make this work, so he has to ignore them.

The Spider Yokai pauses, observing the teenager with amused interest. Some of her irritation evaporated for the moment. There is no telling when that would come back. “I enjoy a good gimbly gamble every blue moon, turtly boo.” She taps the fingers of her smaller hand together, using the larger set to stall her workers from scooping the group up just yet.

“Well, take a gimbly gamble with me!” He says brightly back, wiggling closer. “I love a good challenge, Big Mama. Don’t you?”

“I do enjoy such on silly-willy occasion myself.” She agrees, her amusement still clear. She was intrigued, he could use this. “What are you thinking-?”

“Leo-“ Raph starts to warn, a frantic edge coloring his voice. He’s trying to scoot over, and likely lay on Leo to keep him from trying this.

“Nardo, do not do this.”

“Bro, please!”

“I’m thinking that you want those Oozesquitos, right?” Leo presses on, ignoring his brothers. He feels guilty for doing so, but the guilt doesn’t last. They didn’t believe him earlier. It's technically their fault all of them are in this mess right now. He’s going to get them out of this mess somehow. He’s the faceman, this is technically part of what he does. He talks big, so the rest of his family can do the heavy lifting. “I can do that for you. I have my portals, I’m fast, nimble, and quick. I’ll do it all, no complaints, no fuss, no running away if you let my brothers go.”

“And why shouldn’t I keep all of you and just make you my rodeo clowns?” She questioned, narrowing all of her eyes at him.

“Because, you know it’s a waste.” He manages to push himself into a seated position. Not the easiest thing to do given he’s cocooned in webbing. “The bottle broke, you lost all the work we did for you. And do you really trust your guys who are busy with so many other tasks to get that done?” He gestures best he can at one of her goons, a fox yokai glowering at him.

Leo drops his voice conspiratorially. “I mean, this guy, I’m pretty sure he’s so busy he hasn’t seen a brush in weeks!”

The fox yokai growls openly at the insult, only silenced as Big Mama holds a hand up again. “You certainly made some intriguing points little blue.” She hums back, “So, you would gather up Oozesquitos for Big Mama’s Battle Nexus?”

“I would. Only, if you let my brothers go. No recapturing later for clownery or any fighting. They’re off limits.” Leo wanted to be sure she didn’t try for a clear easy double cross. He wanted her to work for it if anything.

“Ohoho, trickery-wickery! You already know Big Mama.” The Spider Yokai laughs, brightening somewhat. She was clearly having more fun with this than Leonardo thought possible.

“Do we have a deal?”

“On additional thing.” The Yokai interjects, raising a finger and pointing it at Leo. “You give me your name.”

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Summary;

With the Oozesquito's escaping through the smashed windows of Big Mama's office, Leo knows what he needs to do.

He's the face man, he can make a deal and get them out of trouble. Sure, his brothers didn't believe him about the Big Mama thing earlier, but he can handle this. He'll have more things to rub in their faces after this. They will so owe him for this.

Little does Leo know, Big Mama never plays fair.

She's happy to agree to his deal, only for the addition of his name.

The price is much steeper than he or his family would come to realize until it is far too late.

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Preview for CH 7 of I’ll Take A Bullet Through My Teeth

Rough Context: Bucky found Peter and Harley as babies, adopted them as his own. Bucky is running away from the chaos of the MCU happenings. CH 7 involves Thor movie taking place.

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The boy scrunches up his nose in clear displeasure as he peers up over his glasses at his parent. “Carrots?” He pokes at the food with his fork, just nudging across the plate in a particularly odd pattern. The carrots collide into the mashed potatoes with a wet squish. The carrots slowly disappear into the potatoes and some broccoli. 

“Carrots.” Bucky reaffirms casually, he’s fighting against some amusement at the way Peter is trying to bury the carrots under the potatoes. “You should eat them.” 

“Do I have to?” The seven year old juts out his bottom lip. Bucky simply arches his brows back, finally smiling a little at the boy’s behavior.  “A few would be good.” 

The brunette huffs unhappily, but pulls a carrot from the potato canyon he buried it in to pop it into his mouth. He chews, making it clear it is under protest before he jabs at another to repeat the gesture. 

“Thank you, Petey.” 

Bucky’s gaze drifts back to the blonde boy seated next to his twin, “And no, don’t try to help him get rid of those carrots.” 

Harley scoffs somewhat back, looking as affronted as a small child could.  “Daddy, I would never.” 

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May Your Days Be Merry And Bright CH 5!

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   ”They're singing "Deck The Halls"-”  

A bitter kind of laugh escapes the older woman as she cradles her face in her hands. “I can’t believe this.” Her voice is weak and reedy from their argument earlier, from crying even earlier than that.  

   ”But it's not like Christmas at all-”  

All Tony can do is stare at her listlessly, stuck where he’s standing across from the couch. The energy that had been carrying him through this all but dissipating as he looks at May Parker. The woman is seated on his couch, slouched heavily against its side. Grief contorts her features as she tries to just steady herself.

The heavy atmosphere felt odd against the holiday decor on display. Pepper wasn’t the type of person to over decorate her neutrally toned apartment, but the place was layered in gold and silver refinery.  Golden deer on shelves, small white pine trees around them.

A short stout fake christmas tree was tucked in a corner with a few presents layered under it. White lights blink from under the ornaments hanging from it. Pops of green stood out amongst the more neutral choices. Wreaths were hung on the wall, woven with the tinsel and the occasional red plastic berries. Music was playing softly, filling the room against the din of New York life below. Her station seems permanently stuck on playing oldies given the woman crooning on the radio at the moment.

If they had been in a lab, or even his old penthouse, Tony would have felt more in control. Here, he was just at loss. He had just as much control there as he did here in his longtime girlfriend’s apartment.

For all the searching, for Friday pulling apart security feeds across the city, they hadn’t found much of anything.

Nothing beyond a single bit of footage of Peter walking home from school, his backpack bouncing against his back. His cellphone in his free hand as he navigated his way through foot traffic. The boy seemed normal as ever. He was taking his usual route home.

   “...'Cause I remember when you were here-”  

The man takes a breath to gather his thoughts together, finding only a brief hint of humor at being struck silent for once in his life.

   "And all the fun we had last year-"  

“We’re going to find him.” It's a promise he’s worn dubiously thin at this point. He wishes he had more he could give. He will keep pouring resources into this until he can find something.

He needs to find Peter.

May looks up at him, her expression pained and tired. “I know.” She wants to believe but feels just as tired as Tony. “You.. and the police are both looking for him. I know he’s going to be found, and he’s going to be safe.” She was reassuring herself as much as Tony with that. Both of them needed it.

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Of Peanut Butter Cups And PDA

I had forgotten to post about this earlier, but a new one shot of mine is up on my AO3! Check it out here!

Title: Of Peanut Butter Cups And PDA Rating: Teen and Up  Pairings: Peter/Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds/Harley Keener Summary: Halloween isn't always about going out. Sometimes it can be four teenagers hanging out watching awful movies eating candy.With the occasional making out.

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The taste of peanut butter lingers in the back of his mouth even after a few sips of water. Peter has to wonder if it stuck to his teeth. He's eaten more than enough candy at this point his mouth just tastes like everything ever. He's squished into one of Harley's sides as a horror movie plays on the TV. Not that any of them are paying it much attention. The group of teenagers are three movies deep and attention spans have waned. The floor is littered with candy wrappers and empty soda cans have been haphazardly left on the coffee table. 

The conversation has veered off from whatever the killer on screen is doing to anything that comes to mind. Harley and MJ spent a good portion of the movie needling each other, then joining forces to make fun of the movie's main character. Their Halloween was primarily just goofing off so far. The candy bucket on the coffee table has been refilled twice, and Peter can guess someone will have to get up to do a candy run soon enough. 

"Do you hear half the things that come out of your mouth?" Harley laughs brightly as he elbows Ned. Ned just grins back, leaning into his boyfriend. Peter is definitely squished at this point, but he's fairly content. He wishes MJ would come back already so he could be leaning into all of his favorite people at once. 

"C'mon, babe, you know I'm right." 

"Yeah, like a broken clock-" Harley starts before being surprised by Ned pulling him into a kiss. The blonde relaxes into the kiss, shifting to lay his legs across his boyfriend's lap as the kiss deepens. Harley scoots forward to plant himself more in Ned’s lap in the process. 

Peter groans at the PDA, rolling away to flop on the other side of the couch. He never asked for this. "If you two are making out, I'm leaving." 

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White Capsules Update- CH 21

After a jillion years, I’ve updated one of my bigger Psychonauts fanfic. 

Check out the chapter here! 

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“I can tell you’re trying to keep me away from the interrogation.” Lili leaned her cheek into her hand, eying her father. Truman choked on his drink, managing to swallow his coffee down. “Lili!” He managed to look vaguely scandalized and contrite all at once. Lili would be amazed if it wasn’t somehow familiar. She’s definitely had similar arguments with him before.

“You can’t deny it, otherwise why would we be on the complete opposite side of the building of the interrogation area?” Lili leaned forward across the desk narrowing her eyes at her father. After she had arrived at the Motherlobe with Milla and Raz, Truman had readily swooped in to lead her around. He refused to let Lili out of his sight.

She couldn’t fault him for that. Some part of her wanted to stay close to her dad. The rest of her was frustrated at the lack of answers, of how he kept dodging the topic as much as he could get away with.

She couldn’t just keep ignoring the problem.

Truman leaned back in his chair, gesturing at the large windows overlooking the almost picturesque scenery that lay before them. They were in an office that overlooked the quarry, the lake, and its natural greenery. “Because the view is better.”

Lili arches her brows back at him. “Of the lake I almost drowned in.”

“Lili.”

“The Lake I Almost Drowned In.” She repeats firmly back, pressing a hand flat against the table between them. Truman clearly doesn’t want to hear her say that again, displeasure pinching his features.

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Marvel Snippet- Bickering

Something quick and silly written. Peter is a freelance writer, and ends up stuck working at  buzzfeed lite wesbite writing listicles. His brother Harley has to tease him.

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A small frustrated noise escapes the brunette as he lets his forehead rest against the edge of the desk. “Shut up.” The glow of the computer screen and blinking of the cursor just reminded Peter of his failures. 

Harley just laughs a little, leaning forward to balance his weight against his brother’s back. “Never!”

“I’ll get you.” Comes out muffled from the brunette as Harley cackles. The blonde man can’t help but find some easy amusement in teasing his twin. 

“Sure, Jan.” 

Peter reaches back to smack Harley’s arm aside. “Get off me, you jerk.” The response just only seems to embolden Harley further. 

“What? Ran out of ideas of what kind of cheeses people would be?” Peter’s side gig as a writer for Buzzfeed was something Harley took extreme delight in. Peter didn’t technically need it, but he liked using his time when the kids were at school somewhat productively. 

“I’ll fist fight you.” Peter warns tiredly back as he squints up at his brother. 

“Try me.” 

Peter twists in his chair, grabbing onto Harley. The blonde man blinks in confusion, before squawking indignantly as Peter rolls up his sleeve and blows a wet raspberry against his inner elbow. 

“What the-“ He wrests his arm out of Peter’s grasp, backing off as Peter rises from his seat to try and tackle him. 

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Marvel Snippet - Mentorship

This is something I wrote on a whim, and miiight turn into a fic into the future. Tony decides to turn the ferry incident into a learning experience and plaps Peter into an actual internship at Stark Industries. 

Of course, Peter ends up under the wing of Quentin Beck. 

Obvs the timeline is tweaked, but shhh.

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He balances precariously on his elbows, gazing with some fascination at the holographic display unfolding across the conference he’s settled at. A ballroom of tiny dancers' sway to unheard music. Peter can make out individual little details on their clothes and their expressions. 

"I know you're more engineer than programmer, but," Beck starts with a low laugh as he taps a few commands into the console, making the display grow. The dancers sway and twirl together, looking delighted together. "I thought if you were going to officially intern, kid, I'd show off a little." 

"It's- amazing." The fifteen-year-old breathes out in clear astonishment. "You could do so much with this.” 

Quentin Beck chuckles lowly, amusement rising to the surface. "Oh, I know. It’s why your mentor and I are working on making this fully functional as soon as possible." 

"This is- it being non-functional?" Peter questions, eyes widening a little. His question earns a derisive snort from the man. Beck levels the teenager an amused kind of look. Peter isn't completely sure why the look gives him a sinking kind of feeling. He didn't want to make a bad impression on Mr. Beck. 

"Hardly, but, it could do so much more." He gestures widely at the display. "The capabilities are just unlimited." 

"I'm sure Mr. Stark has a bunch of ideas already." Peter offers as his gaze settles back on the dancers. He can't help but to watch the movement on the table. The once pen sized dancers had grown into something closer to the size of a doll. 

"Hard to keep up with good ole Stark and his million ideas." Quentin Beck muses idly, "Tell me if you have any ideas, kid. I'd like to hear what you think. I'm more interested in those." 

Peter brightens just slightly, his gaze flicks upwards back to Beck. "Really?" 

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Marvel Snippet - Crushin’

Something silly written on a whim. Fem!Peter Parker and fem!Harley talking about Johnny Storm. The two girls are twins here.

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“I’m pretty sure Johnny has a crush on you.” Poppy says casually before taking another bite of her taco. At this point her mask was pulled up over her nose to reveal her mouth so she can eat. Harley pauses, blinking before squinting back at her twin. She shifts on her spot on the rooftop the two are on to really look at her sister. “What?”

Poppy’s lips quirk upwards in amusement at the response.  “He’s staring at you, like, all the time. Any time we do some kind of team up. I mean, *really* staring. It’s kinda funny.”

“Ew,” Harley took a bite of her own taco, she chews for a moment before adding a very definitive. “No thanks.”

Poppy snorts at that, leaning back a little as she smiles at her twin. The after patrol exhaustion was starting to catch up and making everything way funnier than it should be. Her sister’s reaction to Johnny Storm is always funny, this just adds to it. “You’re out of his league anyway.”

“Damn right.” Harley agrees with a wave of her hand, the motion sending shredded cheese scattering across her lap in the process. Not that Harley cares when she’s making her point. “Nothing can compete with Ned anyway.”

“Mhmm.” Poppy takes another bite of her taco, she chews for a moment as she contemplates her next thought. Poppy mostly just wants to flop over on Harley. If they weren’t suited up, Poppy would just lay on her sister. “Are you going to just let him pine or shoot him down?”

Harley senses that much, reaching out to drape her arm around her sister’s shoulders. Poppy flops a little against Harley’s shoulder as the blonde continues without hesitation. “If he’s not even going to try and hit on me, he can pine in silence.”

“Suffer.” Poppy murmurs around her bite of food.

“Suffer.” Harley agrees easily. “You ready to go home, Poppers?”

“Mhmm.”

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Marvel Snippet - Is This For Real?

Something written on a whim for fun. I wanted to play around with adult variations of the MCU spidey cast. Ned and Betty dated briefly, broke up and he ended up as godfather of her baby.

He didn’t really expect to take on the full fatherly part.

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The overweight man releases a shaky kind of laugh as he leans back a little in the overly plush chair that he's seated in. Ned is finding it hard to really gather his thoughts. Everything feels so decidedly scattered. The stuffy air of the office and quiet low toned classical music doesn't help much either.

"This is... for real?" He questions slowly, dark eyes searching the woman seated behind the desk's face for any hint of humor. He finds nothing on her face but a polite distance. Ned's gaze drops back to the name plate at the front of the desk.

Elizabeth Warren-Mckinley Is written out neatly in what Ned assumes has to be fake gold. He can't picture anyone really doing real gold name plates these days. It all feels too weird for his tastes. Then again, everything about the situation is weird.

"It is very real, Mr. Leeds." The Elizabeth says brusquely with a brief flash of a smile meant to be reassuring. Ned does not feel reassured, not at all. He feels nauseous.

He mostly wants to pop open one of the tiny windows behind his seat and crawl to freedom. Elizabeth continues without giving Ned a chance to respond. "I know this must be a shock to you. It was quite sudden."

The lawyer's words make Ned grimace a little as he runs a hand through his black hair. His vain attempt at styling it is quickly going to the wayside. "To be honest, I didn't even know Betty had her baby yet."

The last time he spoke to her she was pretty early on in her pregnancy. Hell, Ned didn’t even know who the actual father of the baby was. When Betty asked if he would be the godfather, he kind of assumed symbolically given she moved to California two years ago.

The woman's carefully maintained brows pinch together in a brief flash of surprise as she speaks, "I see."

She drops her gaze back to the paperwork on her desk. She shuffles it casually as she begins to speak. "Well, Ms. Brant thought highly enough of you to give you primary custody of her child, that should say something, shouldn't it?"

"I_ guess?" Ned wishes he was more eloquent in the moment. Hell, he wishes he was more eloquent at all times. Right now, he feels like he is going to maybe throw up in this rich white lady's office. He's trying to stay focused on her overly perfect teeth and coifed hair opposed to the fake potted plants he could horf into. The plants look like very tempting targets. His mind keeps jumping around erratically, wishing he could pull a Peter move and actually jump away from problems.

He sucks in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, even if every cell in his body wants to panic. "Okay, so, primary custody, did she... appoint anyone else?"

The semi-intelligent question is enough for Elizabeth to smile at him. "There was another name or two, but you were given the most credence. All my paperwork paints you as the primary guardian." She spreads the paperwork across her desk, paging through it with well-manicured hands. She settles on a page easily enough, looking back up at him with another smile.

“What… what should I do?” He ends up asking as he tries to parse out his feelings.

“That’s entirely up to you, Mr. Leeds.”

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Brutal Legend - Oh, Poor Aetulia!

A new fic of mine is up on AO3! Check it out here!

The doom mourn Aetulia, Ophelia does what she can to help them.

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The second Bride blubbers into her hands, throwing her veil back to not soak through it. Ophelia was surrounded by crying undead, and it wasn’t all that unusual given her queenship. She draws closer to the crying display as the group gathered around the edge of the sea weep openly together.

Ophelia has grown used to the cries of the mourning, cries of the dead. Ophelia between battle patrols to check on her troops comes with calming the undead with a careful word and touch. A reminder she can protect them, that Aetulia would never abandon them. She keeps them grounded in life and death equally.

Some small part of her finds it comforting. There is familiarity in checking on her people. A lingering sense from her days at Ironheade before they cruelly threw her away.

The queen of the doom draws to a stop next to the group, there are a few mumbles of greeting mixed amongst the weeping for Aetulia. Like flowers turning towards the sun, they shift towards her.

"P-P-Poor Aetulia! How lonely she must be even now!?" The first bride calls out, which makes the collective crying even worse.

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Brutal Legend- Wage A War Of Demonic Egos

I posted a new fic on AO3, check it out! 

This is a very silly Brutal Legend fic written for funsies. 

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“Mhm.” Eddie jammed his hands in his pockets. He goes quiet for a moment, just watching his boyfriend work before he speaks again. “Is this cause my ma commented on the grass being too tall?”

“No, your witch of a fucking mother has no power over me.” Fletus flapped his hand back dismissively at the entire thought. All Eddie could do was roll his eyes. Why were demonic egos so fragile?

Eddie made an agreeable sound, wondering how demons lived this long if they were all this prideful. “So, just lawn maintenance cause you can?”

“We gotta make sure everything works.”

“Right, sure, okay,” Eddie states dryly back, not sure if he even wants to know what caused this. "Whatever you say, babe."

Was it just the comment Eddie actually heard or did his mother and Fletus argue over texts again? Eddie wasn’t going to get in the middle of it. Being the son of the long-standing Demon Emperor had enough problems. The fact he was dating the leader of the Freeks had added to the problem pile, but Eddie didn't mind in the least.

Even if Fletus was just as prideful as every other demon around. He rubs at his chin, watching Fletus grumble as he sorted parts into piles. His ears all but pressed tightly against his skull and hat that Eddie knows he's actually agitated. “When are you going to be done with… this? This weird demonic ego trip?”

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Brutal Legend Fic - The Waters Embrace

This fic can also be found on AO3-

Kill Master gives into the seas reaches. Into the temptation of drowning. 

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He sinks.

He sinks willingly, head tipped back as the cold all but soaks through the fabric of his clothing. As his hair splays out behind him on the water’s surface, as he feels the chill curl up along his spine. He releases a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding as he sinks. He can see his hat bobbling across the water’s surface as he sinks further and further downwards.

What feels like a hand drifts across the small of his back, plucking at the fabric of his clothing as he loses focus of the surface of the water overhead. Everything is dark, everything is a flowing current pushing him deeper. The once stagnant waters are flush with activity, the push and pull of death overtaking life.

But he feels her weight against his back, her chin tucked against his shoulder. There is no breath to tickle the shell of his ear, only a few errant bubbles that float up and away. His gaze follows the bubbles before focusing on the darkness of the water around them.

Aetulia’s voice is cool and sharp against the inside of his head. Her fingertips are cold against his side, a deeper chill than even the water around them. It feels like ice has been packed tightly against his back and is cutting through him.

oƃ ʇǝl oʇ ǝɯᴉʇ s,ʇᴉ 'ʇsǝɹɐǝp ɥO

It would be so easy to forget who Lem was, and become the sea. Now wouldn’t it? He would never have to worry again, never feel the pull of want. He wouldn't have to carry the title of Kill Master, he could just let <i>go</i>.

˙ʇsǝɹɐǝp 'ʍou sn ʎluo s,ʇI

Her voice rings clearly in his head, song birds, the rattling of an engine, the chords of a bass all woven together. The softness of a promise woven with the dread of death hanging over him.

¿ǝɯ ɥʇᴉʍ ʇsǝɹ noʎ ʇ,uoM

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Marvel Snippet - Keep your head in the game

A short horror snippet I started a while back. 

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He’s been shivering since he hit chest deep water and he has yet to stop. Peter can only hear the slosh of water he’s moving through and the chattering of his own teeth echoing in his own head.

His body is growing more and more numb. His spider suit clings to his body at this point, practically a second wet skin that he feels fused to.  He’s aware he’s shivering, aware he’s moving forward but everything else is static. He lost most of his plan beyond the fact he needs to keep moving.

He just knows he needs to keep moving, even as the surface of the water grows darker.

He sucks in a short shaky breath as the water level grows higher with each step he takes. He sucks in a short breath, trying to keep himself focused even as the cold sinks deeper into him.

“Keep your head in game, Spidey.” He breathes out lowly between the chattering of his own teeth.

“You’ve been through way worse! It’s just cold water!” He continues trying to ease himself, “Just… hypothermia, no big deal.”

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Marvel Snippet - Cave in

A decathlon meet goes horribly wrong. Now Peter is  trapped with his teams under some rubble. 

This was written for fun, since I enjoy fics where the decathlon team show up and cause a little chaos. Aka Peter needs some friends.

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Peter blows a sharp anxious breath out between his gritted teeth. The urge to panic is a strong one. The staler the air gets as time passes by, the more Peter wants to crawl out of his own skin. He is fighting desperately against his own claustrophobia.

“Just calm down.” MJ’s voice is sharp, but Peter can hear the tinge of panic to it. “Flash-“

“How can we be calm like this!?” The rich teenager barks out, flailing his arms over his head, smacking into rubble. Other Decathlon members grimace at some loose bits of dirt fall from the precariously balanced concrete overhead. MJ swats at Flash’s hand with a frustrated hiss and glare.

“Have you tried disassociation?” Abe supplies casually, somehow not outright freaking out given they were trapped under broken bits of building in an air pocket that wouldn’t last forever. 

“Oh, yeah, that’ll help! When we’re all going to die!”

Cindy groaned at that, reaching out to smack Flash’s shoulder in frustration. “Just shut up!”

“Can everyone stop hitting me!?” His question just sets Abe and Cindy off in arguing with him, as MJ covers her face with a hand.

Peter covers his face with his hands, forcing himself to take a slow steadying breath. “Can everyone be quiet for a second?” He asks very softly.

“Oh, you think you can give orders now, Penis-“

“You know that nickname is like, the dumbest thing ever right?” Abe questions, cutting Flash off. “I don’t understand why you’re so invested in his dick.” The matter of factness startles a laugh out of Peter.

“He has a point.” Cindy supplies in a murmur. “The homoerotic subtext…”

Flash just sputters loudly, “H-hey!”

“Shut up, all of you.” MJ cuts in sharply, glaring at the group best she can in the dark. Her expression only softens as she looks back at her boyfriend. “Peter-?”

“Yeah, just, gimme a second.” He takes a few steadying breaths, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to calm himself.

“Why are we being quiet for this loser-?” Flash muttered irritably. He falls quiet once MJ glares at him again. Peter carefully shifts to reach out, testing the rubble cautiously with his hands. “We lucked out, we’re in a decently sized air pocket, but… it won’t last forever.” He says quietly. He finds a loose piece, very gingerly pulling it down. When nothing comes tumbling down on them he pushes forward with picking at the wall again.

“What are you even doing-?” Flash hisses at Peter.

“Getting us some more air, seeing how trapped we are.” Peter supplies without glancing back at Flash.

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Marvel Snippet - Find Him

For once I’m going to put the rest of this snippet under a cut given it has some triggering material therein. I wanted to play around a little bit with Jessica Jones, and some Super Family tropes. So here we be. 

Content Warning for Human trafficking. There is nothing explicit shown here, but I figured it’s better to warn people ahead of time. 

I technically have a most of a fic written for this (Jessica Jones, Avengers and X-Men rescuing Peter & other teeangers), but wasn’t sure if there was any actual interest, so, feel free to leave a comment or send me a message if you’d like a full version posted on AO3 or on tumblr. 

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She drops the manilla envelope on the table, it slides across the smooth surface.  Tony catches the envelope with his hand as it slides, picking it up and staring at it for a moment. He pulls back the metal tabs keeping the envelope closed before hesitating and looking up at the pale dark haired woman. Jessica slides into her seat at the table, crossing one leg over the other as she arches a brow back at Tony and Steve.

“This is… all about Peter?”

“Most of it is, your son ended up being the key to helping me figure out a few things.” She answers as she rests an elbow against the table top. Steve frowns curiously back at her, his brows knitting together.

“…Figure out what exactly?”

“Xavier contacted me to help him search for some teenagers who were to enroll in his school and never showed up. Their parents had no idea about their whereabouts either.” She taps her fingers against the tabletop. “Six total. I originally assumed the kids decided to just run away, but it didn’t match any of the M.O’s of the kids in question. All of them have high grades, good behavior across the board, out of the six two are little bastards apparently.”

Concern makes Tony’s grip tighten on the envelope in his grasp. “…And Peter is involved somehow?”  

“Your son has the worst luck next to you, Stark.” Jessica breathes out a little dryly. She digs a fingernail into the polished wood. “Not sure how he was wrapped into this, but working off of what you told me and the footage his brother gave me, I have a few ideas. Played hero at the wrong time more than likely.” She holds the men’s gazes for a moment before continuing. “All seven were kidnapped. Sex trafficking ring in town has been looking for mutants. Peter caught their attention somehow.”

She doesn’t feel much but a sting of pity at the pained looks on both mens faces. Tony’s hands shake on the envelope, but steady out as Steve places a hand against his arm.

“I censored anything, especially graphic. Kept it to basic identification and confirmation of their well beings.” She motions at the manilla envelope with her index finger. “But I’ve matched every kid I’ve been looking for. The site advertising the services changes constantly, so I had to print out a few things. No way in hell was I asking your son to play hacker on this.”

Tony finally opens the envelope, carefully drawing out the carefully paper clipped documents. Peter’s was the thickest amongst the group, his last school picture pinned to the front over a sheet of paper covering the first page. Tony lays out each packet of clipped papers cautiously, but focuses on Peter's. He unclips the packet, setting aside the metal paperclip and school photo as he carefully flips to the next page. The print out itself is crisp, depicting a web page with a picture of Peter giving a strained kind of smile whilst seated on a bed in very little clothing to speak of. His gaze is focused forward, his eyes are shiny with unshed tears. Basic information is listed besides the picture, some of it is censored by black marker. The price and pay button are the most prominent next to the picture itself.

The paper crinkles in Tony’s grasp. He sets it aside quickly before going onto the next page. Tony just reads through Jessica’s written report on activity on the page and updates she found regarding Peter’s status. The page after that more pictures of the teenager in different outfits, his face half obscured. 

“Where is he?” Steve questions, his gaze stuck on the pages as Tony moves through the photos almost robotically.

“New York still, they haven’t moved the kids yet.” Jessica explains without hesitation. Her demeanor is calm, even if there is a hint of anger under the surface. “They’re going to move them to San Jose or Miami in a few weeks. There aren’t any specific dates out just yet. I’ve kept my ear to the ground to be sure they haven’t left the city, much less the state.”  

“Do you know where they are specifically?” Tony asks more directly, his gaze snapping back up to the woman seated across from them. Jessica nods, her expression darkening somewhat. “That's where you come in. You and some of Xavier’s people. I can’t break out a bunch of kids by myself, not with the security being as tight as it is.” Both men grow more serious, sitting up in their seats as they exchange a glance.

“When are we doing this?” Steve has to ask, his frown growing sharper at the edges.

“Next Saturday, enough time to get the plan situated and for me to book an appointment to get our foot in the door.” Jessica runs a hand through her dark hair, tucking some of it behind her ear. “They expect a hefty down payment to even book a two hours with anyone. I lucked out in getting in the damn running to even see Peter.”

“I can cover some of it-“ Tony insists quickly, “How much?”

Jessica blows out a breath, “If you have a dummy card, we can figure that out. Your end of the deal here is to get your team together. I’m going to have the address after I book things and we can find some plans for the building so there are no surprises.”