#i need to swivel back to al mode i miss my man...

[skunkes]

#a doodley #i need to swivel back to al mode i miss my man... #id been largely ignoring talon last year until i forced myself to draw him in september for his birthday month #then it was like unblocking a clogged pipe #so maybe we can pivot back to al for his birthday month soon...

[dreadhaus-literature]

“Evidence.”

“Guys...don’t panic but...I think we’re in Silent Hill.”

All heads in the party swiveled toward Michael “Booster Gold” Carter, who was looking around the horrifying landscape with his mouth agape. Beside him, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson had a matching expression, visible under his mask, but the duo that made up “DeadGold” or “Boosterpool” or “DeadBooster” or “PoolGold” (arguably the dumbest out of all the name combinations based on a Haus poll that nearly broke the network in everyone’s rush to condemn it) were the only two who didn’t seem to know this was the intended place to be.

Tony “Iron Man” Stark was looking between the two besties with his trademark “you’re an idiot” face, his square jaw tightening for a moment or two before he spoke.

“Yeah, what was your first piece of evidence to that, Booster, was it the giant fucking sign to our right?” Tony didn’t miss a beat. “And why the hell are you two here, again?”

“Because, Daddy-in-law, Mommi’s here!” Wade threw his gloved hands up with a squeal of unbridled excitement.

Tony’s lip all but curled. “I’ve told you about calling me that--”

“Can you be my Daddy-in-law, too?” Michael cut in. “I’ll marry one of your other sons if you want to make it like, really official. Or would marrying Wade be enough--”

“Mikey~” Wade all but purred. “If you want to propose to me you’ve got to do it on both knees, holding one of my hands and one of Mommi’s hands--”

“Touch her and I’m sending you two to the Otherworld.” Carol “Captain Marvel” Danvers was another member of this particular party, and she was giving Michael and Wade a look that said she meant what she said, but she shot Monica a grin and a wink when the smaller woman looked up at her.

“So this isn’t the Otherworld?” Michael looked around, unfamiliar with this particular place. Wade, on the other hand, was not. He’s irritated Alessa enough to be sent here before.

“Nopey nope, this is the Smog World.”

...But apparently that still wasn’t enough for him to actually learn something.

“Fog World,” Monica corrected gently, unable to help looking away when Wade turned the full brunt of his suffocating attention on her.

“Oh Mommi you’re so smart!” Wade threw his heavily muscled arms around her petite shoulders, nuzzling his masked cheek against hers.

“What did I tell you about touching her?” Carol cut in, half-joking, but it was Tony who pinched Wade’s masked ear between two of his fingers and hauled him off Monica.

“Move it, buddy, I need to get started with the reason we’re all here.” Tony didn’t add it was because he was selfish and every time someone touched Monica who wasn’t him (or best buddy Al or Batsy Bruce) he got prickly.

“Why are we here?” Monica asked. “I was joking when I told Dottie I’d want to tackle Silent Hill if I got a kiddie version of it. I don’t really need to tame Silent Hill. I’d be okay if I didn’t.”

Tony’s smile reached his eyes listening to Monica speak and he couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to her forehead as he attached something similar to his glowing arc reactor to the front of her shirt with careful, loving fingers. A Daddy’s mindful touch.

“I wanted to test the newest prototype for your Safety Suit,” Tony explained. “Carebear needs to be here because she keeps teasing me about how your suit isn’t very safe--”

“Ohmygod you call her Carebear?!” Michael looked between Tony and Carol with a boyish grin, blond hair bouncing. Wade had his gloved hands clasped to his cheek.

Carol slowly slid her gaze to Tony, who wasn’t looking at her but rather using nimble, calloused fingers to gingerly adjust the reactor on Monica’s chest. The fog was so dense around them it swirled between his fingers and despite the group standing so close together, occasionally visibility between them dipped and cast each other in ominous shadow. The Family was safe and together but the ambiance of Silent Hill couldn’t be ignored and Monica gave in to a little chill that was partly due to the ice of the fog (who knew fog could be so cold?) and partly because...they were in Silent Hill.

“I’m going to regret asking this, but...what does S.A.F.E.T.Y. stand for?” Carol slipped her leather jacket off after noticing Monica shiver, slipping it around her little’s petite shoulders. “Here you go, baby,” she murmured quietly, rubbing her hands up and down Monica’s arms to help bring some warmth back to her sun-kissed skin.

“T-Thank you, Carol.”

“Mommy,” Carol winked back, before Tony answered the first question--partly in an attempt to stop Carol flirting with Monica.

“Safely Affording Felina Effective Tranquility Yearly.”

Carol blinked, several times. “...What?”

“Okay, Spaceface, you come up with a better acronym for SAFETY.” Tony straightened up, giving absolutely zero time for Carol to do that--mostly because no one upstages Tony Stark, especially in front of his little girl. “I didn’t know a Safety Suit needed an acronym when what it does is in the title.”

“Well I mean it makes sense to me,” Michael cut in, scratching his head. “With the acronym you know it’s Felina’s safety suit. Like it’s supposed to keep her safe, not anyone else.”

Tony gestured with one hand toward Michael, but Carol was not impressed.

“You’re taking a Win from Wade’s best friend?”

Tony shrugged one broad shoulder. “I’ve taken one from Barton so what’s the difference?”

Carol laughed. “Fine, you got me there. So this suit is actually going to work?”

“T-The suits always work!!” Monica couldn’t help interject, giving her little arms a flap inside Carol’s jacket. “I’m just a wuss!”

“You’re not a wuss, angel.” Tony shook his dark head, giving her a charming smile. “But this way, Daddy gets to be the one to keep you safe. And to answer your ill-phrased question, Bestie, this suit works like a charm. She’ll be able to see and interact with the monsters she encounters but they won’t be able to see her to fuck with her.”

“Yeah, that was a huge problem with the last one.” Carol couldn’t help but jab at her best friend once more, who looked none too pleased about that.

“I’m going to ignore you’re making it sound like it’s my fault monsters act like monsters and just move on to the demonstration of Monica’s amazing new suit.” Tony reached out and tapped two fingers on the reactor secured to Monica’s chest and instantly, the same nanites that make up Tony’s trademark armor were sliding over Monica’s body like a warm hug, almost as if she had warm honey pouring over her. The helmet was the final touch and before the alloy faceplate slid over her, Tony leaned down and stole a kiss.

In a matter of seconds Monica was encased in her own Iron Armor (not the first she’s ever owned, Tony works on improvements to her Iron Armor all the time) but this particular prototype was exclusively for any horror realities and simulations Monica may find herself in, such as exploring the world of her Soma game. It resembled Tony’s armor in design (selfishly, possessively, he wanted anyone who saw her in it to know he’d made it for her) but fit her perfectly and was decorated in the most beautiful sea-sapphire blue. The reactor in her chest was shaped like the infinity symbol (what he knew to be her favorite) and within the helmet Monica was connected to JARVIS as well as her own GHOST AI, working in tandem to help keep her from being overloaded with information at any given moment.

“How’s it feel, honey?” Carol came around the front and as Monica turned to look at her, the interface put a little square around her face and began listing Carol’s name, stats, and threat level--which of course was at zero, since Carol would never hurt Monica.

“It feels good! Really cool--Daddy can I fly?!” Monica turned to Tony, who couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

“Of course. You’ve got my repulsor tech just like in your Armor.”

Michael and Wade, meanwhile, were ooo’ing and aww’ing as they walked in circles around Monica, all but fanboying at seeing their favorite girl looking like the badass super-villain she was, clad head to toe in armor that would protect her from any and all threats.

“So that’s why we’re here. We need to test the new tech against some monsters and where better than Silent Hill?” Tony looked up, though he wasn’t exactly sure how this worked. “Uh, Alessa? We’re ready, go ahead and start.”

It seemed the little girl was listening because as soon as Tony finished speaking, the air raid siren started up, screaming it’s fury as the fog rushed from around them as if a giant had taken a single, deep breath. The eerie light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere dissipated and was replaced by the darkest night any of them had seen, as if the giant had then swallowed them whole. The siren shrieked it’s outrage one final time before dying in the darkness and leaving stark silence in it’s wake...

...but that didn’t last long.

The sound of heavy flesh being dragged along asphalt reached the group’s ears and even inside her armor, the sound was a little unsettling to Monica’s ears. Out of the darkness directly in front of them came something that...resembled roadkill. It was mangled, bloody and oozing, and it’s limbs were at horrid angles as it dragged itself relentlessly forward--but it’s slow pace quickened as it “saw” them. Monica had no idea how, it didn’t seem to have a head, only limbs and a mangled body mass that would likely crush any of them if it connected with them. And it seemed to be barreling toward them like a runaway semi, further adhering itself to it’s “roadkill” imagery.

“All right sweetie, what’s the armor telling you about it?” Tony stepped a bit to the side, and as Monica continued to stare at the creature, the interface relayed information back to her.

“I-It’s called Carrion? I g-guess it’s like roadkill?” She swallowed thickly. “It’s danger level is listed as high, should--should we move?”

“No no, this is perfect. Tell the suit to activate stealth mode.”

Monica repeated the command and she overheard JARVIS’s confirmation, “Cloaking complete. You are now hidden, madam, and virtually undetectable.”

Monica turned to look at Tony. “JARVIS says I’m invisible? Am I--”

“WHOA MAMI YOU ARE INVISIBLE!” Michael exclaimed, and Wade was cheering.

Carol actually looked impressed. “Wow, Tone. This might actually work.”

“Yeah yeah I’m amazing and it’s about time everyone got on board with that,” Tony snagged Michael and Wade by the back of their shirts. “Come on, out of the way, I need to see if that thing can detect her at all and you idiots are in the way.”

“Pete says I am the way~”

“My son would never say that.”

“He does in my dreams.”

“It’s okay, Wade. I’ll say you’re the way.”

“Mikey have I told you that you’re my best friend--”

Monica had to bite her lip to stop the giggle as Carol literally knocked Wade and Michael’s heads together, the quad moving a little to the side of Monica, all eyes turning to the hulking mass that had been barreling down the road at them. As the group moved, it’s focus on Monica seemed to break and it slowed it’s pace down to it’s creeping crawl, heaving itself forward on broken, disjointed limbs as if trying to find her again--but to no avail. Even as it got close enough for Monica to reach out and touch (something she really didn’t want to do) it didn’t seem to know where she was and as she took a few steps back, she realized the shock absorption on her suit boots made her completely silent when she moved. Monica was safe as safe could be!

Which was a good thing, because despite all the safety precautions in place (and knowing Alessa would never let anything happen to her Mommi) Carol was still standing there with her sparkle fists at the ready to blast that thing into yet another dimension if something went wrong.

“Oh come on, Bestie, have a little faith in my designs.” Tony turned to Carol, gesturing at her hands. “It’s like you don’t believe in me at all.”

“Yeah, I’m not stroking your ego, Tony, that’s what the girls are for.”

“Uh, guys.” Michael tried to cut in.

“You could every once in a while. Even Al gives me compliments.”

“Good for Al, why didn’t you bring him?”

“Because I wanted to show you my suit worked!”

“Guys...” Wade tried this time.

Carol shook her blonde head. “I’ll be convinced it works when babygirl isn’t scared.”

“Yeah but if she never gets scared we’ll never get to hear her squeal again and who the hell wants that? No one, Carebear, no one wants that.”

“GUYS MAYBE NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO TELL US WE HAVE SAFETY SUITS TOO.” Michael finally started shouting to be heard, and when Tony turned to face him...he and Carol realized the monster, having lost sight of Monica, was now facing them. “BECAUSE IT LOOKS HANGRY.”

“Oh Daddy-in-law~ You did...pack us safety suits too, right?” Wade asked. “Because I didn’t bring my shooty-stabbies on this trip so a suit would be awesome right now.”

The creature let out an inhuman bellow of rage and started it’s charge, just in time for Tony to sheepishly say--

“I did specify the safety suit was just for Felina, right?”

#{collection} : once a week #{character} : tony stark #{character} : carol danvers #{character} : wade wilson #{character} : michael carter

[javis-beretta]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (7)

okay, so i know that i said this would probably be the last part, but y’all got pranked, and it’s not.it’s not intentional at all, i want to get the last part perfect before i post it, so this is the first part of the end, i guess. massive love to all of you for reading this! <3

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 8  

The video was everywhere. It began on Instagram, you think, at least that where you first caught wind of it. You were tagged in the original post, @’d all over the comments and Davey had DM’d it to you, with about a thousand question marks. You didn’t recognise the account name, but that original video had 129 views. You didn’t doubt that your entire school had seen it, and that it had been screen recorded, screenshotted and sent to everyone you knew. It had been less than a day since you had talked to Katherine, but, now, when you were sick to you stomach, you knew she was the only person who’d know what to do.

You knocked on her bedroom door, so lightly that you were scared she wouldn’t hear. You heard a quiet “come in” and pushed open the door. She swivelled in her desk chair to see you.

“I’m busy.”

“I-I know you don’t want to see me ever again, and I’m not here to say anything about Ja- about any boys. I just,” your voice cracked, and your eyes filled with tears. “I need you Kath, please.”

You walked towards her and your trembling hands passed her your phone, open to the Instagram account. The video showed a couple in a hot tub, a girl on a boy’s lap. His hair was fluffy and blond, and you knew that if he opened his eyes, they would be piercing blue. The girl was impossibly close to him with her hands tangled in his hair and running over his shoulders. It was less than a minute long, but you doubted anyone would need to see anymore.They probably jumped to the same conclusion before the video was over. You had somehow made a sex tape before you’d lost your virginity.

Katherine immediately went into journalist mode.

“Okay, well, you can only see your back and there are no identifying features. If you hadn’t been tagged, it could have been anyone. It’ll be worse for Race, I’m sure.”

You chuckled, although nothing was funny.

“It’s never worse for boys.”

You crashed down on Katherine’s bed and clutched a pillow to your face.

“God, how did I let this happen? I’m so stupid!”

You felt a weight next to you and Katherine pulled the pillow away.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. This could have happened to anyone. I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

She grabbed your arms and pulled you up, so that you were sitting next to her on the bed.

“I know you’re only being nice to me because I accidentally made a sex tape and you feel bad, but I’m really sorry,” you said.

She sighed, long-sufferingly.

“I’m glad you told me about this, even if you did hide the fact that you’re in love with my ex-boyfriend.”

Your eyes widened, and you grabbed her hands frantically, but there was a glint in her eyes and she giggled, a little. Was she… joking?

“Jack called me last night, and, uh, he told me that you and Race are, and I’m quoting him here, ‘the most in love couple he’s ever seen’. He’s pretty sure that you’re not in love with him.”

Your jaw dropped.

“He told you? And you still spent all this time ignoring me?”

She raised her hands in surrender and spoke again.

“I came by your room last night, to talk, and I saw something on your desk.”

She pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolded it. It was a typed-up document, with the word “contract” in emboldened capital letters at the top. You groaned, and she handed it to you.

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was waiting for you to tell me about this.”

You flopped back on the bed, again. How had everything fallen apart so quickly? You sighed, and the entire story spilled out. You began with the letters and ended with the day before, where everything had gone to pieces. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you thought of how you had left things with Race.

“And, I guess, I was scared that if I told you it was fake, then it really would be,” you ended. “I just wanted to believe that it was real so badly that I guess I fooled myself into thinking it was.”

“Hey,” she laid on her side, facing you. “I saw the way he looked at you last night. I don’t know what happened between him and Spot, but he looked at you like he had some real feelings. I’ve never seen a boy that torn up before.”

You leaned into her and she wrapped you in a tight hug. The pair of you lay like that for a little while, just cuddling, before she giggled a little and pulled away.

“You will not believe the college stories that I’ve got for you.”

And, just like that, everything between you was good again. It was normal and peaceful, and you had your sister back. Christmas came and went without any incident, and so did New Years’, but it didn’t really feel the same. The post was gone, and so was Race. You kept expecting your phone to ping with the ridiculous Kim Possible text tone that he had set as his custom notification, but it never went off. You missed him, but if you texted him or called him and he said what you were afraid he would, that he was back with Spot, or that wasn’t interested in you, it would all be real. It was easier to ignore it, to act like you had never felt anything.

Before long, Katherine had to go back to university and you had to go back to school. Davey and Romeo met you as you were walking into the ugly and familiar brick building. It felt like everything had gone back to normal. You were no longer dating a popular jock and you were invisible again, in the best way.

“I’m pretty sure that the Mathletes’ wild New Years’ party overshadowed your video. I heard someone puked in an oven, it was disgusting,” Davey said, as you made your way to your lockers.

“Yeah, it got taken down before I even saw it, if that’s any consolation,” Romeo agreed.

“It’s not, but thanks, Rome,” you nudged him gently with your shoulder. “It certainly does feel good to be back to norm-.”

You stopped speaking when you saw a crowd around your locker. Davey grabbed your arm and pushed through, pulling you behind him.

Taped to your locker door was a photograph, a screenshot of the video.

It’s always the ones you don’t expect!!!

The words were written in block capitals on your locker door, in black Sharpie. You felt tears prick at your eyes. Romeo ripped the picture off and you just dropped you bag and rushed back through the crowd. You weren’t sure where you would go, but you just had to get away. You missed being invisible.

You hadn’t gotten more than a few steps down the hallway when you bumped into something warm, and hard.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”, Race grabbed your wrist gently and asked. You didn’t let yourself stop, pulling your arm away quickly, and running away as fast as you could.

Race stopped Davey as he went to follow you.

“Jacobs. What’s going on here?”

Davey grimaced.

“Someone taped this to Y/N’s locker.”

Race grabbed the picture out of Davey’s hand. He had seen the video, of course he had. Guys had been texting it to him all through Christmas break, mostly congratulating him on it. Every time he wanted to text you, to ask if you’d seen it or if you were okay, he reminded himself that you wanted nothing to do with him. Jack was probably comforting you and you were probably better off with him, anyway.

“Someone? Who did this, Davey?”

“I think you can guess.”

Race’s eyes caught on Spot, standing in the corner of the hallway, watching with a smile. Of course. Race grabbed Albert’s arm and whispered something in the boy’s ear. Al nodded, and stood beside him, his arms folded.

“Alright, listen up!”

Race had to raise his voice to be heard all through the hallway.

“If I hear anybody talking about that video to Y/N L/N or to anyone, me and Al over here are gonna have a real nice talk with you, after school. Is that clear? You leave her alone, or we’ll have a problem, alright?”

Everyone nodded, muttered affirmatives, and quickly scattered. Race wasn’t violent, but he and his boys had been in their fair share of fights. It wouldn’t be a good idea to pick one with them. Race made his way to your locker and read the words that were still there. He swore under his breath. He knew that handwriting.

He turned to the place where Spot had been standing, but he had run off in the chaos. He cursed again and stalked off, blue eyes stormy and face red. He didn’t care what you thought of him, right then. He just wanted to hold you, to protect you from all of the whispers and beady eyes of high school drama. More than that, he wanted to know that you were okay, even if you weren’t with him.

As he walked off, he didn’t notice you, peering around a corner from behind him. Your face was blotchy, and your eyes were red, but there was something certain in them. It felt good to have someone stand up for you, but you knew that you had to stand up for yourself, eventually. You shook your head, once, twice, as if to clear away the worry and stood up straight. You were going to find Spot Conlon, and you were going to talk to him, yourself. This was your battle. Spot had come after you. It was about time that you confronted him, with or without Race by your side.

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