#Melody Wilson

[theinkydepths]

Traditional art dump 😎😎😎😎

Don’t ask how I managed to misspell messenger bag or narrative, I don’t know.

[sleepystarb0y]

agere moodboard for my friend @ihugmomo <3

[lokiusly]

delulu hours: if lokius were to be the steggy of this multiverse saga, what would be THE song that plays at the end?

[marshthebendyfan]

Kawaii aesthetic bendy pfps

This is satire btw

[fanonsupremecy]

Mood Board for my 9-1-1 OC Melanie "Mel" Narvaez. She's quite literally all i can think about. Might make one for her girlfriend Daphne "Dee" Monroe. Obviously another OC. They're super Bubbeline coded btw. This is for a seperate fic idea that's not on my pinned post. I think I'm gonna call it LAFD: Fire Queers (🔥🏳️‍🌈 if ya wanna make me write the drabbles). Its about Buck being a bisexual disaster (affectionate) and his relationship with being bi and with Hen and Eddie (cuz yes even tho i ship Bucktommy i still headcanon Eddie as queer and this story is about Buck's queerplatonic relationships mostly) but also diving into his relationship with Tommy and Buck just not being chill about it at all. Also Maddie supremacy (cuz i have a big fat gay crush on her) so she makes an appearance (actually many) starting with when Chim promised to take her to get her nails done but ended up having to work so he asks Buck to go with her and on a whim decides to get his nails done too when Maddie makes a joke saying it would be fun if they got matching nails and he says it sounds like fun and she meant it as a joke but if her baby brother really wants to she'll support him so they decide on blue and this is just the start of a long habit of her enabling his fashion experimenting now that he's not bogged down by a girlfriend's expectation of his manliness. Now dont get him wrong he's still masculine and he's still buck he just doesnt give a shit what anyone thinks if he decides to enjoy pretty things, nice things (cuz like he told Tommy: "I deserve nice things" "yes you do baby"). Maybe it never would've crossed his mind if Maddie had never said that but she planted the seed and he's having fun with himself and Tommy doesnt mind (finds it endearing actually) and Maddie enables him so he'll keep it up just as long as he sees fit (but maybe its also really fun to see Tommy get riled up when he puts on his skimpy shorts and a tight crop top). Mel comes on the scene as a transfer from Kansas (When she and Dee moved to LA) and her and Buck become fast friends when she comments that she has a girlfriend and he replies with "And I have a boyfriend" because he offered to spot her on the weights and she thought he was coming onto her.

[aliengirl]

friends hang out pt.1

[forlornmelody]

Bury A Friend: Chapter 2 -- Say it, spit it out, what is it exactly?

Rating: Explicit (previous and future chapters have smut)

Ship: Jayrose, Roseroy, eventual poly dynamics.

AO3 Link: Here

Summary:  As Rose's employers tighten the net around them, she has a harder and harder time hiding her feelings for Roy from Jason.

Note: Aaaah, one of the scenes for this fic was DIRECTLY inspired from the fic's namesake, and was one of the first scenes I wrote for this fic. In my head, anyway. So excited to finally share it with y'all.

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Two days after the first kidnapping, Rose’s in the same room, but this time her captors didn’t bother with the bag. No, a blunt-force knock out proved much more efficient. Someone else might have died. Rose, on the other hand, has a killer headache. On the bright side, she isn’t going to have a headache for much longer.

“I’m disappointed in you, Wilson.” Why do they always have to monologue? “So much potential gone to waste.” Seriously, Rose has a fucking supervillain for a father. She’s suffered enough monologues to last her a lifetime. 

Rose breathes in and out, focusing on her breath the way Joey taught her to meditate, staring down the barrel of the gun as if there’s a light at the end of it. 

BANG!

Rose blinks, watching as the woman in front of her, her former employer, flops face first onto the table, blood spilling from her forehead across the steel surface. She blinks again as Jason opens the door from the other side of the two-way mirror, Roy right on his heels. 

“You really thought we were gonna let them kill you?” Roy says as Jason slashes through the zip tie holding her wrists. 

“Maybe you should have.”

“Maybe they should have made the glass bulletproof,” Jason mutters as Roy helps her up.

—

None of them return to the safe house, as it’s no longer safe. Rather than take any of their vehicles, or those belonging to Bruce Wayne–too many chances of being tracked–they decide to hotwire a generic chimo van. Roy wins rock paper scissors, and so he breaks in with a trick arrow, and hotwires the ignition with both Jason and Rose watching over his shoulder. 

“Really-Roy-toy? You’re making a huge mess.”

“We’re only using it once, Jaybird.”

Rose’s head knocks back against her headrest. “Ugh. I could’ve done it faster.”

Roy wipes his brow. She wonders what it would be like to watch it drip down his chest. “Not all of us are blessed with visions, Rose.”

“You mean cursed.” 

Jason shoots him a look. Gritting his teeth, Roy says nothing at first, then sighs. “Sorry. Could I get some space here?”

“C’mon. Ginger Snaps needs more room to work his magic.” Jason and Rose snicker together as they exit the van in search of tacos. It’s Tuesday, after all. 

There’s a taco truck around the corner. There’s also a line ten people deep.

“Fuck. Maybe we can order delivery?” Rose spins on her heels, but Jason grasps her shoulder, stopping her. 

He leans over, his whisper stirring her hair, and making her shiver. “And how would we explain Roy hotwiring a van to the driver?”

“He lost the keys. And we don’t want to pay for a locksmith.”

“Delivery would also take longer.”

“Fine.”

“I know how we can pass the time.” Rose waggles her eyebrows playfully, leaning her head on Jason’s shoulder. 

Jason runs his hands through his hair, and it makes her want to mess it up even more. Pull on it until he hisses with pleasure. His shirt pulls up with the motion, exposing a delicious sliver of skin. Rose traces it with her finger and he bats her hand away. “Rose.” 

“C’mon.” She grins, giving him a lingering kiss. “No “we almost died so we’re gonna fuck in an alley” sex?”

He matches her grin, despite himself. “Not yet.” He pushes her to arm’s length. “If we’re gonna keep doing this, you have to promise me something.”

“Mm, weird way to ask for a safe word, but okay. I’m game.”

“No,” he snorts. “No more secrets.”

“Jason,”

“Rose. Please. Promise me.” He takes both her hands in his own, kissing them like they’re in some historical drama. The sop.

But it gets under her skin regardless. “Okay. I promise.” 

Just when Rose starts to squirm, her phone buzzes with a text message. 

Van’s ready. I want carnitas with extra guac. 

—

Y’know. Maybe this whole running from death thing is overrated. Maybe Rose is going to save her ex-employers the trouble of taking her out. Anything to avoid this. 

The hotel is full of people–good, yes. More crowds to disappear into. More guests for the staff to pay attention to. More noise to mask the sound of their voices. Only one problem, really.

There’s only one room left in this entire hotel. And it’s a fucking honeymoon suite. Only one king-sized bed for the three of them. Oh, an entire kitchenette and a fully stocked fridge. But only one fucking bed. Rose is going to murder someone.

“I could sleep on the couch,” Roy volunteers.

“Absolutely not,” Jason and Rose snap. 

The room is too hot to sleep in, even with the AC. These stupid fucking synthetic sheets that feel so luxurious until you’re fucking baking like a cake beneath them. And so, Rose spends the night sandwiched between two very hot guys (in both senses of the word) and she can’t do a thing about it. Facing Jason to ignore Roy and his Old Spice aroma does nothing. And her fucking boyfriend falls right asleep. 

She must’ve passed out sometime before dawn, because Rose wakes wrapped in Roy’s arms. If only Rose can extricate herself before Jason wakes–and that’s when she smells french toast. Rose looks up just in time to meet Jason’s eyes, watching her. Does it bother him? She can’t tell. Jason and his fucking poker face. “Hungry?” he asks.

In more ways than you know. Fuck. Does she wake Roy up? Does she let him get his beauty sleep? (Like the fucker needs it.) Rose is almost about to move regardless when his murmur stirs the nape on her neck. Roy tightens his hold, as if she’s a full-size teddy bear.

“Might as well wake him up, unless you want to spend the entire morning in bed.” Jason says neutrally over the sizzle of the frying pan. Is he suggesting—?

Rose stammers, “I swear I woke up like this. I didn’t–” She pries Roy’s arm off her middle and slips out of bed like she’s bypassing security. 

A ghost of a smile appears on Jason’s face as he focuses on the french toast. “Roy’s a total cuddle bug. You look cute together.”

Her heart hammers in her chest, and her cheeks flush. Really? She mouths, too afraid to avoid the question out loud. You think so? Instead, she darts to the kitchen and pulls Jason into a kiss, breakfast be damned. 

“Mm,” Jason kisses back, briefly, before pulling back. “You’re in a good mood. Something happen in your dreams?”

Rose searches for a suitable answer, but Roy breaks the silence first.

“Huh? What’d I miss? Mm…you cookin’, Jaybird? Save s’me f’rme.” Roy twists in the sheets, tangling himself up further. 

Rose is in the middle of coming up with a convincing lie when the vision hits her. Sighting lasers. The countertop peppered with bullets. Jason’s head knocked back by a bullet in the forehead. Red circles blooming on the sheets covering Roy’s body. “Get down!” she shrieks. 

Both Jason and Roy duck. They know better than to hesitate when Rose uses that tone. She sees the lasers a second time–in real time, and the sound of the bullets hitting and cracking the granite above their heads. The ping of bullets going through the pots and the frying pans. “Should we call security?” Roy yells over the din, still in his boxers. 

“Don’t bother. They would have been called by now.” If hotel security was on their side. Which it isn’t. 

“Shut the fuck up, both of you.” Rose needs to concentrate. Lean into her adrenaline rush. Her dad once said she had a brain like a computer. She just needed to use it. 

Use it. 

Rose waits for a break in the covering fire, grabbing the bag of ice they stuck in the freezer, dumping it on the frying pan. Sorry, Jason. The ice cubes crack and hiss, filling the room with steam, the grease spilling over and catching fire, following the steam with smoke. She needs the phone. But not for a phone call. She pitches the phone at one goon’s head, shattering his visor and knocking him back. The base she rips out of the wall and strangles the next guard with the cord. 

C’mon, c’mon. Always living three seconds in the future means she’s always waiting. Waiting. Waiting. 

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. Jason found his pistols. Twang. And the hiss of a smoke-bomb arrow. But it doesn’t hit its target in time. Rose hears the SMACK of a body hitting the kitchen floor. She doesn’t wait. She lunges, grabbing the last goon and ramming him against the counter. Jason stops firing, and the smoke slowly clears.

Roy’s on the ground, and he’s not moving. Shit. Rose should have seen it coming. She should have blocked it. At least she heals on her own. There’s blood trailing down the side of his temple.  C’mon, c’mon. Pressing her fingers against his neck, Rose bites her lip as she waits for his heartbeat. It’s faint, but it’s there. “Jason, get some cold water.”

The moment the water hits him, Roy shoots back up with a gasp, and Rose has to hold his shoulders down to keep him from rising too fast. “Easy. You got hit pretty hard.”

Blinking several times, Roy slurs “Rose? Why’re there three’f you?” 

Fuck, she could cry night now. “Shut up.” And then she’s kissing him. Maybe it’s the fact he could’ve died. Maybe it’s the way he’s sloppily kissing back. Or maybe it’s those energy drinks he’s always pounding–Roy tastes so sweet. 

And then he pulls back, bumping his head on the floor. “Ow.” He opens his eyes, looking up at her. “We shouldn’” Roy’s blue eyes pop against his flushed cheeks, and they slide to the right, drawing Rose’s attention to the man watching this entire exchange. Her boyfriend. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.

“Jason,” Rose says quicky. 

He holds up his hand. “Can we talk? In private?”

The air leaves her lungs. Rose manages to nod, stuffing her hoodie under Roy’s head. “Stay.” She mutters, dragging herself out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. Jason shuts the door behind them.

“Jason, I wasn’t thinking. I was just happy he’s okay.”

He watches her with his goddamn poker face. Why couldn’t he just be angry? Like a normal person? “Was that all?” 

“I swear.”

Jason shakes his head. “Rose, you promised. No more secrets.”

“I’m not keeping any! I told you about my employer–my ex-employer.”

“I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about Roy.”

“There’s nothing about Roy!”

Jason’s face finally breaks–his eyebrows crinkle and his eyes waver, but otherwise he keeps that perfect Wayne composure. “Rose. Please.” He swallows. “I know this isn’t the first time.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She can’t lose him. Not like this. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Releasing the breath he was holding, Jason runs his hand through his hair. “Rose. Listen. Please. Do what you want with Roy. Just don’t hurt him.”

“But–” I love you, she finishes in her head. “I want to stay with you.” Yeah. Safer to say that instead. 

His eyes light up as he brushes his thumb across her cheek. “Why does it have to be one or the other?”

“Huh?” Rose’s brain short circuits. 

Jason reaches for her hand, squeezing it. “Who says you have to choose between us?” He falters before she can answer. “Well, Roy might.” Licking his lips nervously, he adds softly, “but I won’t.”

“You mean it?” Rose squeezes his hand, and Jason opens his mouth to answer her.

“Guys?” Roy calls out groggily from the living room.

“Shit, Roy!” They tumble back into the living room together.

[from1837to1945]

Melodies Old and New (1942) x The Show of Shows (1929)

[anamoon63]

We're back at the Plumbob Studios, where the shooting of Melodies of the Ciy continues... 🎥🎬

Allan begins his sung piece with all the enthusiasm in the world.

Then suddenly on one of the high notes, his throat betrays him and… Fabian: Oops, that wasn’t in the score, or is it some kind of special effect?

Allan: Obviously not. Darn, I'm sorry… Imane: Al, do you need some water? Guys, a bottle of water for Allan, quickly! Allan: Oh, no need, I'm fine, it was just a little slip. Fabian: …

Allan: Can you play the music again? Imane: Of course. Guys! Play that track again from the beginning.

Allan tries again, this time he's not out of tune, but he's so nervous and unfocused that halfway through the song he forgets the words and freezes on stage. Imane: Allan? What is it now, hun?

Allan: I don't know, I knew that song by heart, I've sung it in my sleep. Imane: I know, you're an excellent singer, dear, you're just nervous, do you want to take a break? We have time.

Allan: Uh, no. I'll I just - Can we start one more time from the beginning? Imane: *A bit tired* Sure, honey. Guys…!

The shooting is over. Allan doesn't feel good with his performance. In Imane's words: 'You'll do better on the next one, darling'. IF there's even a next one; neither The Treasures of Aarbyville nor Melodies of the City got Allan a Starlight Accolade Award nomination. Poor thing, until recently his career was skyrocketing, now he's in a hole he can't get out of. What could be going on? Allan: *Sighs* Ah, if Keira would've been my co-star this wouldn't have happened.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 19

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Pardon?" You asked in shock, looking at the man in front of you. He did seem to have some similar features to you. Or at least, the hair and eye colours were the same, and he had the same sort've facial structure as you.

You tried to remember what your adopted dad had said to you about your real parents in the Bahamas. That you're dad had been in jail and your mother was dead. But you couldn't really remember anything else. He had been murdered right after.

"I know, I know. You probably didn't know you had a real set of parents, did you?" He asked calmly.

"No, my father told me he wasn't my biological father." You admitted, "But why in the world would you be coming to me now?"

"Well I was only let out of jail seven months after your wedding." He said calmly. "I got parole and then I was monitored. I'm technically not allowed to be in contact with you, per the agreement with the parole terms. But I'm off parole now, so here we are."

"You're. . . a sorcerer?" You asked, looking around the now geometric type world that you were both standing in.

"Certainly." He said calmly. "I suppose you're wondering where we are exactly?"

"It's. . . a mirror dimension, right?" You asked uncertainly.

"That is correct. It was rather easy to get you in here. It's just the two of us." He said, taking a seat on the steps.

"What is it that you want from me, exactly?" You asked. "I know my mother tried to kill me because of my bonds. And that you didn't stop her. But the myth says that after I finish the bonding ceremony- which I have done by the way- the lines cease to have any power to break soulmate bonds. So you can't possibly want that from me. And I doubt you're here to strike up any sort of family relationship with me."

"You're correct on all terms." He said calmly. You furrowed your brow at his honesty.

"To be quite frank, I really just wanted to see what sort of person my daughter had turned out to be." He said. "You seem well. You have a nice family with your soulmates. Nice kids too, though I would never be able to handle that many."

You felt a chill go through you. He knew so much about you. A lot more than the public did anyways.

"I like the farm." He said, nodding his head. "I was always more of a city kind've guy myself, but your mother would've liked the touch. So would Elizabeth."

"Sorry?" You asked, unsure of what he had just said.

He looked up at you. "Elizabeth. You knew her. She was soulmated to Hogun the Grim from what I've heard."

"Yeah, she was. . ." You said slowly. "But I don't get what she has to do with any of this."

Your father furrowed his eyebrows. "You know, there was a reason her parents were so protective of her."

You thought back to her mother. She had been really protective of her. Elizabeth could barely go anywhere or do anything without her mother being there. Her mother always walked her to the gym in case she got kidnapped and she never liked letting her out of her sight.

"Her mother was pretty protective of her, but I'm still confused." You said, thinking. Your adopted father had told you that your sister- Y/S/N- was also taken from your parents so that she couldn't be harmed. That was it.

Your father chuckled. "She was your sister, Y/N."

You were stunned. "What?"

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He asked.

"That is not possible." You protested. "Y/S/N-"

"Y/S/N isn't your biological sister." He sighed. "Elizabeth was."

"No, that doesn't make any sense." You said.

"Y/S/N took Elizabeth's place as an undercover agent for HYDRA." He said. "She's been the one leaking all of the articles to the news."

"That. Is. Not. Possible." You spat out through gritted teeth. "She's my sister!"

He looked pained. "No Y/N. Elizabeth was your sister. But when she was a year old. . . she was taken from us. She was given to the parents that you knew as her mother and father. That's why they were so protective of her. They're also HYDRA agents. But they hid that from her."

"Y/S/N is younger than me." You protested. "And I don't even remember being handed over to other parents. How could she possibly be a HYDRA agent? Our parents sheltered us from all dangers!"

"They didn't know that some of your teachers were HYDRA agents." Your father said. "It's really scary to see how far that monster has spread. But it's true what they say. You cut off one head and two more take its' place. HYDRA is everywhere. They haven't died out like they want the Avengers to believe. They've just gotten craftier about it."

You were completely shocked. There was a small part of you that was skeptical, but he was being so open and honest about everything, that you couldn't help but want to believe him.

"How would you know Elizabeth was your daughter, my sister?" You asked. "After all, she was taken when she was a year old. So. . ."

"I've kept my eyes on her through an external source." He said. "He's rich so he could do it."

"Who?"

"Baron Zemo. Ever heard of him?"

"He sounds familiar. I think he had some issues with Bucky." You murmured.

"Oh most definitely. He hates the winter soldiers. But he and James have a certain understanding." Your father said. He leaned back on his hands. "Anyways, Baron Zemo was a family friend of ours for the longest time. So he kept an eye on Elizabeth for me. He couldn't always keep an eye on you, but the few reports on you said that you were being protected and that you hadn't been brainwashed by HYDRA."

You were both silent for a very long time. "I just. . . I can't. . ."

"I get it. You don't know me and you believe you've known Y/S/N for the longest time." He said, finally standing up. "I don't blame you. Look into it."

"Why are you telling me this? I thought you would want me dead!"

He paused, looking pained. "I did. You have no idea how scary it is to give birth to a child that is legendary and part of a myth. It's terrifying when people come to attack your house and wife because of the child. It seems easier to get rid of the child one way or another. But you're an adult now. You can protect yourself and when you can't, you have superheroes as your mates. And so there's a part of me that wants to keep you safe. I'm not going to be a part of your life. I know neither of us really want that. But I will play the part of the father to keep you safe when it's important. You need to get Y/S/N out of your life Y/N. Her real name, if you need it, is Melody Rumlow."

***

You were spat out of the mirror dimension, and were surprised to find- when you looked around yourself- that you were sitting exactly where you had been when overlooking the training of the sorcerers.

You looked around, but didn't see your father anywhere.

You suddenly blanched, remembering that Y/S/N and Ben had gone up with the others to the safe house.

If your father was right, they were in danger.

"Y/N!" Tony shouted and he tackled you before you could even turn around.

"Tony." You said, fear in your voice.

He pulled back quickly. "What is it?"

"Where are the others?"

"They're with Wong. We were searching the place for you. What's wrong?"

"Have you heard from the others? Up in the cabin?"

He could tell that you were close to panicking and he made you sit down. "Y/N, you need to talk to me."

"No, I need to get to the cabin now." You pleaded. "Where's Stephen?"

"I'm right here." He said. He looked like he had run a marathon. Loki, Thor, Bucky, Steve, Wong, and Sam were there as well.

"Doll, what's wrong?" Bucky demanded, looking at your face.

You quickly repeated the entire conversation that you'd had with your dad, but to your disappointment, they were divided into two about whether or not he was telling the truth.

"This is serious, our kids are there." Bucky said.

"It doesn't make sense." Stephen argued. "Why in the world would he tell her all of that when he tried to kill her as a child?"

"Please, Stephen, just make a portal so that we can get to our kids." You begged. "I have to make sure they're all safe. Y/S/N is at the cabin."

"You believe him then?" Sam asked skeptically.

"I don't know, but I do know that I don't want to take any chances, especially when it's our kids lives that are at stake." You said.

"Alright." Stephen agreed. "Just take a few steps back. Tones, can you call Fury first and let him know that we're coming?"

Tony got F.R.I.D.A.Y. to set up the call, but a few minutes later, he was frowning. "They're not answering."

"Stephen make a portal now." Steve and Bucky growled together.

Stephen didn't hesitate this time, quickly conjuring up a portal and you all ran through.

"Shit!" Steve shouted, racing towards the burning safe house.

"No." You whispered, racing forwards.

Thor broke into the house first, running through and then coming out and saying, "They're not here!"

"Where could they be?" You asked, tears rolling down your face. You felt sick and you quickly checked your arm- but there was nothing. They were all alive at least. Well, your soulmates were.

Loki wrapped a protective arm around you. "We're going to find them My Queen, I promise."

"I should've listened, I'm sorry." Stephen said, ashen faced.

"The fire is at least an hour old." Tony said, placing an arm on Stephen's shoulder. "It wouldn't have mattered."

"But it's still on fire." You and Sam said together.

Tony shrugged, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. says its an hour old."

"Is there any possible way to find them?" You asked, shaking. How could all of the Avengers been taken? They had Wanda with them for crying out loud!

"I don't know." Tony admitted. "F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

She was talking in his ear, so you weren't sure what she was saying.

"You should look up Melody Rumlow while you're at it." Bucky said, glancing over at Tony.

"Let's search the forest." Steve said. "Maybe they escaped into there."

"Do not split up." Loki warned.

We nodded, heading into the forest as a group. It was quite, but you could see blood on leaves and footprints leaving a messy trail for you guys to follow. You followed them deep into the forest before you reached a sort of cave system.

"I do not like the looks of that." Sam muttered.

"I agree, it doesn't look safe." Wong said. "It would not be a good place to get into a fight."

"Let me send in a decoy." Loki whispered, duplicating himself and then letting it turn invisible. "He'll scout around and see what's happening. Or if there is even anyone in the cave."

"It seems like Melody is Rumlow's daughter." Tony said after a couple of silent minutes.

"Someone slept with that bag of dicks?" Sam asked in shock.

"He wasn't exactly bad looking." You muttered. "If someone didn't know everything about him, I'm sure plenty of women slept with him. And didn't he have a soulmate bond anyways?"

Bucky and Steve scowled deeply at the idea of you finding Rumlow somewhat attractive. But it was true. I mean, he had almost looked something like Bucky- then had the same haircut for a while. Sure, he was a horrible person working for HYDRA, but he wasn't exactly ugly.

"There's to many paths in the cave." Loki sighed, breaking concentration with his other selves. "But I definitely heard voices. I just couldn't figure out who they are."

"Then we'll proceed with caution." Thor said. "Princess, stay behind us."

You nodded. Thor, Loki, and Steve led in the front, Stephen and Tony following. Sam, Wong, Bucky, and you took up the rear. Bucky kept a tight grip on your hand, not letting go, so that he knew if someone tried to take you from him.

You were all absolutely silent. That might've been Loki working his magic though, you weren't sure.

Finally, you reached a part in the cave. Right, left, or straight.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Tony asked quietly. There was a moment before Tony then said, "She said there are heat signatures coming from this path." He pointed to the right one, "There are none either of those ways." he gestured towards the left and straight.

Thor just nodded, shifting his hammer in his hand, moving in that direction with Loki and Steve on his heels.

You were shaking with nerves and cold. It was freezing in the cave, only getting colder and colder the farther you went. Your stomach was churning and you were afraid that you were going to get into another fight. You weren't sure how many fights you could handle- that they could handle- before someone got hurt. Or worse, dead.

"It's okay doll." Bucky whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Stephen's cloak floated back towards you, wrapping you up nice and warm in its hold. But you felt bad. You really wanted Stephen to have the cloak. You were afraid he'd get hurt without it.

You heard a soft cry up in front, but no one said anything you didn't know what had happened until you and Sam moved past a dead body on the floor. His throat had been slit with a knife so you were going to assume that Loki had gotten to him.

"They're in the hollow in the next turn." Tony's voice was barely raised above a whisper, but it still seemed so loud that you flinched. Sam reached out, rubbing your shoulder as he readied his gun. Bucky had let go of your temporarily so that he could fit another set of ammo into his pistol.

There were a few more dead bodies- though you hadn't heard them get killed- and then there was shouting up in front. Your bow and arrow appeared in your hands again, as you turned the corner, but to your surprise, all of the men were down by the time you, Sam, and Bucky got there.

You didn't make the weapons disappear, slinging the bow over your back instead so that you wouldn't have to imagine it next time.

The others were all lined up against the wall, arms over their head as their hands were chained to the ceiling. This was obviously a very obvious hide-out.

Some of them looked worse than the others as you all rushed over to them to set them free. The kids looked unharmed, though Fury was sprouting some good bruises, Clint had a black eye and broken nose, and T'Challa had a split lip.

You looked around and saw that Y/S/N- or Melody if your father was to be believed- had a cut on her face that had dried blood around it. She looked more collected than Ben, who looked absolutely terrified.

Jessie and Katherine were there, along with Pietro, but Wanda and Vision were nowhere to be seen.

"Where are Wanda and Vision?" Tony asked immediately.

"We don't know." Pietro said, looking afraid, wrapping his arm around Katherine. You bent down, pulling your kids into your arms. You were so, so glad they were safe.

"Were they captured?" Steve asked. It didn't seem possible to catch Wanda.

"We don't know." Pietro answered again. "Vision thought he saw movement in the forest and wanted to check it out so Wanda went with him."

You knew that they hadn't planned anything, because their kids were in the cave and they would never have put them in danger. You hoped they were okay.

You saw Bucky glaring menacingly at Y/S/N, but you shot him a warning look. If she really was an imposter, you didn't want her to be alerted that you were all aware. Bucky turned away to Sam.

Once everyone was free, Stephen and Wong conjured two portals so that they could go straight back home. Everyone walked through and you followed after Y/S/N. Pietro and Wong said they would stay behind so that they could see if they could find Wanda and Vision. You hoped they wouldn't be long.

You sighed with relief once you were home. The kids seemed rather scared. Bucky, Sam, and Clint were doing their best to calm them down. Thor looked about ready to murder someone.

You and Steve exchanged another look, before Steve went ahead to pull Clint, T'Challa, and Fury out of the room.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, approaching you.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Are all of the kids okay?"

You were suddenly hit by a small figure as Minerva embraced you.

"Hey Minnie, are you okay?" You asked quickly, kneeling so that you could look her in the face. Lucy also hugged you tightly and you watched the faces of the two little girls.

"I'm scared. Papa Vision and Mama Wanda are gone." Minerva said, brown eyes watering.

You suddenly realized that your father was right. That was why you had taken to Minerva so quickly even though she wasn't your soulmate daughter. Because she was your sister- Elizabeth's daughter. That was why it was so easy to take care of her. She was blood family.

You glanced over at Y/S/N who was sitting with Ben, looking only slightly shaken and holding her daughter in her hands. You didn't feel the same attachment to her daughter that you did to Minerva.

How had you not seen it earlier?

Steve and the others came back and you exchanged another look with him. You quickly signed to Clint, 'I believe my father'.

Clint nodded, relaying the message to the others quickly and quietly.

"Okay kids." Tony said loudly and cheerfully. "It's been a really, really exciting day, but how about we go upstairs and take some calming baths, and then you can read for a few hours and then come back downstairs and eat?"

"Okay!" Lucy said.

Pietro, Wanda, Vision, and Wong came back at that moment through a portal.

"Mom! Dad!" Billy and Tommy rushed over to them, hugging them tightly.

"Are you guys okay?" Clint asked quickly.

"We're alright. We were led on a wild goose chase and when we got back to the cabin, everyone was gone." Wanda said, a tear falling down her face as she hugged her sons. "Pietro and Wong found us as we were searching the forest." Wanda quickly pulled Minerva into a hug as well.

"We were wondering if you could take all of the kids upstairs and give them baths?" You whispered to Wanda. "We need the kids out of the way for a bit."

Wanda read your mind quickly and then nodded. "Sure. Piet, Vis, come with me."

Once they evacuated the room- Katherine and Jessie going with them- you settled into an arm chair, feeling the nerves settled into your stomach. The others casually took seats around the room as well, forming a sort of mini semi-circle around the couch that Y/S/N and Ben were sitting on. Fury and Bucky however, remained standing, glaring at them.

"Okay Melody, let's talk." You said.

[theonlyadawong]

Promotional photos for the current touring cast of The Wiz

[pebblezone]

Weird Al beach boys song best ever shitting My pants and decomposing

[kyujosha]

043. ▸ tags 》 jo wilson . . .

[macmanx]

One afternoon the Tiny Desk traveled to Emerald City. Or rather, we got to meet the cast of the newest Broadway revival of The Wiz. Debuting in Baltimore, Md. in 1974, the musical unapologetically centered Black culture in its reenvisioning of The Wizard Of Oz and helped usher in a new era of Black theatrical storytelling. In its various stage productions and 1978 screen adaptation, audiences for The Wiz get to see a futuristic and fantastical depiction of the Black imagination. As an 8-year-old, seeing The Wiz ignited my love of musical theater. I have no doubt countless audiences will feel the same joy and awe I felt when this new imagining of The Wiz goes back on tour at the top of 2025.

[aliengirl]

lily bought home some friends, so melody baked some cookies for them <3

those kids were made by my beloveds @duusheen @catnipsims and @akitasimblr THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS O LOVE YOU

[forlornmelody]

Outlaws Chapter 3 – Teenagers

Rating: E (language, graphic violence. Smut in other chapters.)

Fandom: Titans (2018)

Ship: Jayrose, Jayroy, Rose/Artemis, Poisonquinn, Bella Garten/Pamela Isley

AO3 Links: First Chapter. // This Chapter.

Summary:  Poison Ivy has agreed to help with the search for her copycat killer. Or is it a copycat?

Notes: Chapter title comes from the My Chemical Romance song of the same name.

----

“Where’s my cash?” She wraps her arms around her bare middle. Walking the streets and the alleys in these clothes is a lot easier in a Gotham summer. By now the trees have all but turned, and there’s frost whispering in the air. 

“It’s comin’, sweets. Things are just a little tight right now.” He’s plenty warm in his leather coat and silk scarf. And his beemer probably has seat warmers. If she plays it right, she might get to hitch a ride home. Well, part of the way home. She’d be a fucking idiot if she told this john where she lived.

“You promised me you’d have it by today.” Strangely, the plant behind them doesn’t seem to acknowledge the change of the seasons. It’s as green as spring, if not greener. It almost seems to glow. 

“Shit happens. You know I’m always good for it.”

“I need to pay my rent, Danny.”

“And Danny says you need to shut your fucking mouth before he breaks those pretty little teeth.” He wraps his big hands around her neck, lifting her off the ground. 

“Danny! I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry,” she starts to plead.

“Maybe Danny needs to teach you a lesson, bitch.”

The vines of the plant stir from their other prey, stretching out like spider silk.

“Danny, I–” she screams as Danny’s feet are snatched from beneath him. They envelop him like a net and then they squeeze until Danny’s screams stop.

—

“You cannot be serious.” Barbara fixes him a stare before rummaging through her desk drawer. Where’s that scotch when she needs it?

“She makes a point.” Jason shrugs.

“She’s terrorized Gotham multiple times.”

“And she’s more likely to know who the copycat is.”

“If it’s a copycat.”

Jason leans against the desk. Barbara is half-convinced he’s drunk already at 10 am. Tim told Dick as much after his crash course. Can she blame him, though? It’s a miracle the kid’s alive after all this. “You got any other leads, Babs?”

Scratch scotch. She needs something stronger. “I’m telling you Jason, something’s off. Ivy can’t be trusted.”

“I know.” Jason smiles softly. “I know her better than anyone on your team. She’s my baddie, remember?”

Barbara snorts. “You’re an ex-con yourself.”

“Exactly. I know how these guys–er–gals, think. I’ve got it handled, Babs.”

She sucks on her teeth, already feeling a familiar tension in her shoulders spreading to her neck and the back of her head. “Giving Dick free reign with Crane is exactly what got you into that mess.” 

Jason flinches, just for a split second before he recovers. But the damage is done. 

“Jason–”

“I’m not Dick.” And there he is. The terrified teenager that Bruce picked up off the street, still trying to look braver than he feels. 

Barbara should say no. But it’s impossible to say no to family, isn’t it? “Fine.” Doesn’t make her hate herself any less, though.

The tension eases from Jason’s shoulders, and he sways ever so slightly before he catches himself. “Thanks, Barbara.”

“Don’t.” She wheels herself away from her desk. “This conversation never happened.”

“Never does.”

—

When Babs and Jason get to the van, the rest of the team is already there. Jason moves to get in the backseat, but the driver stops him. “Sorry. The inmate’s gonna go in the back. Arkham rules.”

Jason eyes the rest of the van while Babs maneuvers into the shotgun seat. He folds and hands over her wheelchair without a second thought. And then he sinks inside. There’s only one seat available if Pamela and her two guards are taking the backseat. And it’s next to Deathstroke’s kids. Donna meets Jason’s eyes and winks at him. Winks. Muttering under his breath, Jason settles in next to Rose, who doesn’t even seem to register that he’s there. In fact, she can’t even keep herself awake, despite the energy drink in her hand. The moment Jason buckles his seatbelt, she nods off, resting her head on her brother’s shoulder. Even though there’s at least two inches between them, Jason swears he can feel that familiar buzz of energy between them. Like sticking his finger in a socket. Fuck, this is going to be a long ride. 

“Is this really necessary?” Ivy shifts between a male and a female prison guard, flashing them her trademark smile.

“Standard procedure, Isely.” 

“But Gary, you know I’m harmless with this little accessory.” Arms bound; Ivy cranes her neck to draw attention to her inhibitor collar. 

“Rules are rules.”

“Stop flirting, Gary.”

“Just having some fun, Cheryl.” 

The guards drag Ivy to the backseat, and when her seat belt clicks into place, Ivy leans forward. “You mind?” Inexplicably, she has a tube of lipstick between her teeth. Roy shrugs and applies it to her lips with ease. Almost as if he’s done makeup before. Hm. Ivy eyes herself in the reflection of Artemis’s ax, smacking her lips with a pop. “Thank you.”

“Hey!” Babs snaps. “Give me that.” She holds out her hand until Roy and the rest pass her the stick of lipstick. 

Ivy rolls her eyes. “You know the lipstick itself isn’t toxic, right?”

“Just take us to the crime scene, Carl.”

“Yes ma’am.” The driver gives her an idle salute as the van rolls down the road. 

“You teamed up with Scarecrow!?” Ivy shrieks. The van swerves. Rose jerks awake, her arm bumping into Jason’s.

“Ivy–” Jason starts to say–

“Scarecrow!?” she says, louder this time. Before anyone can say anything, Ivy continues. “That motherfucking, narcissistic, patronizing asshole. You teamed up with him?” 

“Look, I know it was a mistake–”

She manages a sniffle. “I thought I was your favorite.” 

Jericho snorts. 

—

Jericho’s lost track of how many times he’s hit the bag. He’s barely keeping track of the Queen album blaring in the speakers. Right now, Freddie Mercury’s belting about his love for “Fat Bottom Girls,” and Jericho Wilson is trying to locate the same joy in Freddie’s voice. But all he feels at the moment is rage.

Five. Fucking. Years.

A throat clears behind him, and Jericho misses the bag completely. “Your right hook needs work.”

Jericho stops, staring at Adeline pointedly–the punching bag swaying back and forth across his face. “Do you want to talk, or watch me train? Because I can’t do both.”

“It’s been a while since we had a chat.” Adeline Kane sits down on the weight bench, placing a tray with a tea kettle and two cups on the nearby bench press. 

“What do you want?” Jericho grabs a towel, drying his face. T makes it easier to look in the mirror. But it also makes him sweat like mad. Worth it. 

“How are you feeling?” She says it sweetly, but her eyes are almost devoid of warmth. Something happened to her in those five years. Almost like she’s angry with him for dying. Like it’s his fault, and not his father’s.

His hands stop. Adeline doesn’t waste breath. Not anymore. “Takes some getting used to, I guess.”

“It’s a miracle you’re alive, you know.” Adeline pours them two cups, handing him one. “It’s not easy bringing a body out of cryostasis.”

Jericho blows on his tea, not sure where she’s going with this. “Considering all this family put me through? Yeah. A fucking miracle.”

“Language.” Ripe coming from the woman who has likely committed war crimes. 

“The words you use shouldn’t matter. It’s how you use them.”

Adeline sighs. “Just spit it out, Jericho.”

He quirks his head, holding up the cup. 

“You know what I mean.”

“Why did you lie to me about my dad?”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.”

“A son needs to love and respect his father.”

“You just didn't want me in the business!” Most would throw the teacup and shatter it, but even on his angriest days, Jericho prefers to avoid violence. So, he sets the cup, untouched, back on the tray, and storms out. 

—

“Have you slept?” The team medic, Doctor Maya Owens, checks the vitals of her least favorite patient. Her brow furrows skeptically as Rose yawns. 

“Nothing but, Doc.”

Dr. Owens eyes her through her glasses, pressing on Rose’s wrist for her pulse. “Have you slept well?”

Rose lifts her arm begrudgingly, so the medic can wrap the compression sleeve around it, as she considers the question. “Maybe?”

“Blood pressure’s low. How much caffeine have you had today?”

“Five cups. You think it would work better if I sweetened it with cocaine?”

“I think the cocaine would kill you.”

“You’re no fun.” 

“It’s not my job to be fun.” She sighs as she makes some notes in her chart. “Looks like you’re suffering from adrenal fatigue.”

“So, what drugs will you give me?”

Dr. Owens rubs her forehead with her thumb, swiveling her chair to face away from her. “Just lay off the caffeine and try to relax.”

Rose shifts her spinny chair in arcs from side to side. “Not my job to relax.”

“Well, my job is to keep you alive.”

She snorts. “I’m not easy to kill, remember?”

“Death comes for everyone eventually, Rose. Don’t go around tempting him, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

—

“Daddy!” A five-year-old girl beams at Roy from his computer screen. 

“Hi Lian,” Roy smiles back, his hand shaking just slightly beneath his desk, where she can’t see. Damn, she looks more and more like her mother every day. 

How fucking dare you, Roy Harper.

I have to do what’s best for her, Jade. 

Taking a girl away from her mother? 

I’m taking her away from both of us. Making sure she turns out nothing like us. 

“Daddy?” Lian’s eyebrows crease. “You went away again.”

“Sorry, Lian.” Roy swallows, plastering what he hopes is a brave smile on his face. “Daddy’s just tired.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too.” Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t– “Why don’t you show me what you made class today?”

Lian holds up a monstrosity of a construction paper creature, all clashing colors. “Look! He has five teeth!” She holds up five fingers, beaming. “I’m five, too!”

“Yes, Li. Yes, you are.”

Lian’s bedroom door opens, and an apologetic middle-aged woman gently puts a hand on her shoulder. “Sorry, Mr. Harper. But Lian’s got school in the morning.”

Roy glances at the clock. “Oh, sh–crap. Right. Sorry.”

Lian’s foster mom looks up at him. “Same time next week?”

Sooner? Roy wants to say, but he knows they’re busy. Knows he’s busy. “Yeah, that works great. Goodnight Lian. Be a good girl for me, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

—

Ah, finally. Donna’s tea has cooled enough to drink. She shouldn’t have caffeine this late at night, but the chai was calling to her. And these leads on Poison Ivy, or not Poison Ivy, as the villainess herself keeps insisting,  aren’t going to follow themselves, are they? Just a little pick me up at the ARGUS computer, and Donna will be all set to go. Just as she’s going to take her first coveted sip, Donna hears a knock at the door jamb behind her. The tea comes this close to spilling onto her lap, and it’s only her reflexes and training that land the mug right side up on the desk. 

“Yeah?” Donna calls out after she stops reeling. 

“Can I talk to you about Rose?” Artemis chews her lip. How very un-Artemis-like. 

“Shit. Did she set the kitchen on fire? Hack the computer again? Booby trap Jericho’s roo-” Artemis stops her with a hand on her shoulder, and Donna, out of habit, violently shrugs it off. She might have accepted the other Amazon as a teammate, but they sure as hell aren’t buddies. Not now, not ever.

“She hasn’t done anything wrong.” Artemis clears her throat. “That I’m aware of.” It might be the hum of the computer, but she swears she hears a crack in her voice. “This is more personal in nature.”

Donna finally turns in her chair, staring at Artemis. “You’re asking me for relationship advice?”

“Why not? You’ve had lovers before, have you not?” Artemis leans against the door frame, her head nearly bumping against the top.

“I mean, yeah, but–” Did a largely un-acted upon whirlwind romance with Garth count?

“Then you can help me.” Artemis leans on the desk, folding her arms. Donna imagines it’s supposed to look confident, if not intimidating but even with the other Amazon’s muscles, she can still see the slouch in her shoulders and the crease in her eyebrows. Now this was not a look she ever expected from Artemis of Bana Migdahl. 

“Eh–”

“How do I get Rose to–how do you say it– ”get serious” with me?”

Donna spits out her tea. “Rose? Wilson?” She sets her mug down, clearing her throat. “You’re kidding.”

Artemis, always completely centered in her gravity, shifts on her feet. “Is that one of your sayings or?”

“You know what she did to Jason, right?”

“She “fleeced” him for information, did she not?”

Donna snorts. “Mythology puns, really?”

Ah, there’s that trademark Artemis smirk. “We both know it’s not a myth.”

Donna rubs her temples. “Right. Okay. What I’m getting at is I don’t think Rose is…. all that romantic.”

“Oh.” Artemis deflates, damn her. 

“Wait, hold on. Does Artemis of Bana Mighdal want romance?”

Artemis levels her a familiar glare “Is that so surprising?”

“It’s just…. you never seemed to stick with one partner very…long.”

“Never mind.” Artemis turns to leave. Donna grabs her hand, stopping her short. She looks up at her, all that fury and resentment of all their years pitted against each other still burning in her eyes. “What?”

“Have you thought about talking to her?”

Artemis doesn’t answer–-she just slips into the hall, letting the door close behind her.

—

The van pulls up to a drainpipe, teeming with greenery. Long, white, and spidery vines crawl over every plant in sight, trapping them like a net. One net contains a distinctly human shape. 

“Oh god.” Donna covers her nose, turning a bit green about the edges. 

Barbara must have completely lost her sense of smell by now. “Fresh crime scene. Have at it.” She waves in the body’s general direction as Jason puts her wheelchair on the ground.

They fan out, and Ivy clears her throat. Jason meets Barbara’s eyes, and her lips press into a thin line. “I better not regret this.”

“Best behavior, Ivy,” Jason murmurs, as he presses the deactivator on her power-dampening collar. 

“Always.” Ivy winks, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. 

She steps forward, turning back to look at them. “Hurry up, would you? I don’t have all n–” Ivy chokes on her next word, and then she doubles over. 

“Is she–?”

And then Ivy screams. She doubles over, falling to her knees. Gasping for air, she chokes out, “I should have had more time.” Her skin pales and glimmers with sweat as she shakes. 

“Ivy?” Jason frowns steps toward her. “You okay?”

Ivy sways as she stands up directly in front of him. The plants around her writhe as she spits out. “Your seas are rising, and your forests are on fire. What is the fucking point of this? As far as I’m concerned, you’re running out of ground to stand on, Robin.” Rose pulls out her swords, Artemis her ax. Roy reaches for his quiver. Even Donna readies her lasso. 

Jason swallows. “I’m not Robin anymore.” 

“Then why are you still acting like a fucking bat?” She glares at Barbara as she gasps for air. “Why are you still running around with pigs like her?”

Jericho steps forward, his eyes losing their color. Roy stops him with a hand. 

“Ivy. I know you’re in a lot of pain. And you’re angry. As you should be.” Jason holds up both hands, his guns still in their holsters. “But right now, I need you to breathe.” He counts to four with one hand, breathing in slowly, holding it for another four, and letting it out at the same count, and holding it for another. 

Ivy’s eyes lose their glow, and the plants around her settle. “Who taught you box breathing?”

Rose looks at Jason, but he avoids her eyes. “Did you see anything we could use to find who murdered those people?”

Ivy turns back to the glowing cuscata, feeding on the basil. She shakes her head, stepping toward it. “One moment,” she says shakily. Stretching out her hand, Ivy says softly, “Hello, little one.

“She talks to them?” Donna whispers to Roy. 

He shrugs. “Don’t ask me. I’m not her bestie like Jason is.”

“Ow.”

“Something wrong?”

Ivy sucks the wound on her thumb, furrowing her brow. “I’m not sure.” 

“Aren’t plants supposed to be your thing?” Rose folds her arms.

“It’s like she doesn’t recognize me,” Ivy mutters, and then jerks her head in their direction. “HEY. They’re not just my thing! I am an agent of the Green–”

The amarbel shivers.

“That isn’t funny. I’m not being funny.” Ivy turns back to the parasitic plant. “What do you mean I’ve been here before?”

Jason’s eyes widen. 

“No, I haven’t.” 

Jericho looks at him. Had Ivy told them the truth or not? Was the former Robin’s faith in her misplaced?

“FINE. Show me who you saw here this morning.”

The amarbel unfurls from its meal, twisting and turning until it takes the shape of a woman, roughly Ivy’s height. She fumes, her fists white knuckled at her sides. “I already told you. It wasn’t me!”

“You gotta admit, Ivy. The resemblance is uncanny.” Roy murmurs softly.

Jason steps forward, stopping at her side. “What’s that on her head?”

That stops Ivy short, as if she’s truly taking in the form of it for the first time. “It’s a crown.”