#but the word my brain came up with was arigato

[ainawgsd]

I did not have time to make lunch this morning. Lucky for me the taco truck usually sets up in the corner across from work on Thursdays.

[azure-bliss]

shinran oneshot

Fandom: DC

Pairing: Shinran

Excerpt: 

“Shinichi,” she whispered, warm blue orbs losing focus as she looked at him, though her smile remained. She rose her hand to caress his cheek (she’s so, so cold). “You found us.”

Her chapped lips met his, and then, “Arigato.”

A/N: I swear that this was supposed to be fluffy but brain said nope, angst-infused it is. Also, I’m no expert in medicine nor the Japanese police system, even criminology for that matter. Spare me. Enjoy!

Day 9

“I should write a book.”

Shinichi’s first instinct was to snort, as he was reminded of Kogoro-ojisan’s—who he should really be calling otousan nowadays—intention of becoming a mystery novelist, much like his actual father. Kudo Yusaku had made millions writing his thrillers, and today, years after the older Kudo patriarch decided to publish his final novel, he was still adding money to the Kudo fortune.

Perhaps his mother playing the titular character in one of Night Baron’s spinoff adaptations, Lady Baron, played a huge factor too. His parents were weird that way, almost like a tag-team, because the moment Kudo Yusaku announced his writing retirement, Kudo Yukiko came out of hers.

It was as if they thought that the world could not handle more than three (he was pretty sure his popularity was on par with his parents, despite his lack of big screen appearances) famous Kudos at a time.

“Finally jumping on the full Kudo experience?” he teased, adjusting himself on the hospital bed where his wife sat, left arm wrapped around her whole frame, right palm covering hers.

Eyes focused on the little bundle in her arms, she hummed before answering, “A best-seller for sure.”

As if on cue, their newborn squirmed before revealing twin orbs that matched his mother’s, unfocused eyes looking up to the woman who went through hell and back prior to his birth.

“Anata,” she called, her tired voice laced with a hint of excitement. “He’s beautiful.”

 Day 1

He stood in an abandoned room of an equally abandoned motel located just 50 km on the outskirts of Tokyo, the very location that had him and nearly the whole Tokyo Metropolitan Police Taskforce wrecking their brains and exhausting their resources to find. The identified suspect was one Seisaku Miyazaki, a serial rapist and killer with a tendency for flairs. The 27 crime scenes he left always had distinct blood splatter to them, resulting from either gunshot wounds straight to the temple, or intraoral ones.

Shinichi had never seen a crime scene so gruesome in his life.

As soon as Shinichi stepped into the room, the first thing he should have registered was the blood-spattered left wall and Seisaku’s limp and lifeless body on a chair in the same left corner, his riffle trapped in between his legs.

Instead, Shinichi’s frantic eyes zeroed on the figure on the bed in the middle of the room, merely 10 feet away from Seisaku’s body. The woman had her back against the headboard with an ungodly amount of blood running down her bottom half, arms cocooning a small bundle wrapped with a violet-colored cardigan—the same one she was last saw wearing before her disappearance.

She had her eyes on her baby, as if the newborn was the only person who mattered, seemingly unbothered by the chaos unfolding before her. It took the lead detective a full five seconds to notice that the newborn—oh God, their newborn—was not crying.

He was beside her in her flash, holding her tighter than he should. His wife was again, unbothered, but he noticed that she closed their baby more to her semi-naked chest. The cuts and bruises on her face and torso did not go unnoticed by him. All of Seisaku’s victims had the same markings, but unlike those women who bled from their heads, she was bleeding from bottom down.

Kudo Shinichi screamed for the medic.

It was only then did he hear a soft cry, and he released a breath he did not know he was holding.

“Anata,” she called, finally removing her gaze from their son to look at him “He’s beautiful.”

Her face was pale and hollow, but there was no mistaking the warmth in her eyes and the gentleness of her smile.

His heart both bloomed and broke for her.

“Ran,” he choked out the name he’d been desperately calling for the past few hours. “You’re going to be okay.”

When the medic team finally appeared, his wife first handed the closest medic the baby, “Take care of him, onegai,” she requested, sounding too much like a plea. “He’s a good boy.”

Releasing her son’s warmth, the brunette fell back onto her husband, who caught her naked shoulders, throwing her full weight onto his.

“Shinichi,” she whispered, warm blue orbs losing focus as she looked at him, though her smile remained. She rose her hand to caress his cheek (she’s so, so cold). “You found us.”

Her chapped lips meet his, and then, “Arigato.”

With a sigh of relief, she shut her eyes, and rolled limp further into her husband’s embrace.

Shinichi’s world stood still, the only things registering in his mind were his wife’s cold body, and their newborn’s loud cries in the distant.

 Day 8

She was in pure fight mode, forcing her body to function and conscious to stay awake. Once she knew that her child was safe, all the injuries and agony finally caught up to her, and she welcomed the numbing darkness.

The last thing Ran remembered was Shinichi’s rapid heartbeat drumming her ears.

The new mother woke up a week later, on an unfamiliar bed, to the familiar but tormented eyes of her husband.

“Baby,” she mustered breathily, and her husband’s eyes all but softened.

She knew that they were safe.

   Day 10

It was another two whole days before she was deemed fit enough to hold her newborn.

“Anata,” she beams, “He’s beautiful.”

“He is,” the Heisei-Reiwa Holmes agreed. “The brat gave the doctors and nurses a fright with his fever, would not stop crying too.”

If his wife was worried, she did not show it. “Is that true?” she cooed, “But you’re okay now, aren’t you sweetheart? Your Papa found us after all.”

Day 0

Kudo Ran did not fit Seisaku Miyazaki’s victim profiles by the slightest. The females he preyed on were usually late teens to early twenties, lived alone, physically petite, and had questionable practices in their private lives.

Or, in the words of Seisaku himself, whores.

Catching the serial killer had been the detective’s top priority, with the death count at 27 and the most recent killings at the heart of Tokyo, it was one of the most challenging cases for him to date.

With half of the murders in Tokyo and the other half in Osaka, it was a no brainer for both Detective of the East and West to join hands, special taskforces from Tokyo and Osaka rallying under their (unofficial) command. The investigation had been ongoing for more than four months before special unit finally made a definite progress, being able to identify a potential victim, shadowing her day and night, coming in to save her just in time from being abducted, and arresting Seisaku’s paid minion.

Genzo Okubo was no Seisaku, the two detectives figured. The latter was confident, methodical, a true psychopathic mastermind, yet the man they caught fumbled with his words, sweated profusely, and most importantly, had little loyalty as he quickly confessed to everything.

The unit rejoiced, but Shinichi and Heiji knew that it was too simple, as if Seisaku wanted Gento to be caught.

By the time they were finished with the guy, it was already 2 a.m.

The lack of miscalls from him wife caught him off guard.

He tried not to panic, reasoning to himself that Ran was probably at her parents’, fell asleep, and his in-laws forgot to inform him. After all, it would not be the first time this had happened. If anything, the Mouris had not stopped fussing over their daughter, and with this case constantly on his mind, Shinichi had not really been the doting husband and father-to-be that he ought to be. Their six-year-old twins were away with his parents somewhere in New York, the elder Kudo couple wanting to give the once-again new parents space to get ready for the youngest Kudo’s arrival.

Halfway through dialing Eri’s number (because his mother-in-law was a light sleeper), Heiji burst into the break room with a suspicious package in his hands.

“Kudo,” the dark-skinned detective panted, as if he just ran up flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator, “that bastard’s got Nee-chan.”

Inside the package were two things: a picture of a very pregnant Kudo Ran, blindfolded and gagged, and a lone platinum wedding band.

  Day 10

“He panicked.”

“Hmm?”

“Seisaku-san, he panicked.” His wife stated, the name of her kidnapper rolling of her tongue like she was mentioning a student of hers. “I started having contractions, started bleeding too. He mumbled something about ‘not following his plan’.”

Shinichi rose his brows, puzzled by Ran’s statement, but he let her continue.

“I think,” she paused, readjusting her hold on their son when they boy started to writhe, “that he was halfway out when Seisaku-san decided to shoot himself.”

Her voice was cool, too indifferent, and deep down, Shinichi knew that his wife may be scarred for life.

“Three sounds,” she gulped then snickered. “Me screaming during the final push, the baby’s cries, and the riffle going off.”

Shinichi held her tighter.

“His blood was everywhere, Shinichi. On the walls, the carpet, the bed, my face,” There are now cracks in her voice, the memories flooding her overwhelmed mind as she remembers it all again, “On our baby boy.”

“Ran…” He trailed off, not knowing what to say. His wife and son were alive, but the trauma she went through was something he wished on no one, not even Seisaku himself.

“I didn’t want him to get cold, so I wrapped him with my cardigan. Not the most hygienic, I know, but I didn’t exactly have many choices,” a chuckle. “He locked the door, so I couldn’t escape, and I couldn’t exactly kick the door open, my energy was spent on giving birth. So, I started breastfeeding the baby, burping him…making sure he was alive long enough for you to find us.”

Something in him shattered even more.

Ran averted her eyes away from their son to look at her husband, their faces only a few centimeters apart.  There were no tears in their eyes, the pain and regret that remained in their hearts too crushing to be expressed by mere crying. “I’m safe, our boy is safe, because you found us. None of this is your fault, so please, Anata,” she kisses him before continuing, “don’t blame yourself.”

Shinichi could not imagine what life would be without her. She was his wife, partner, lover, best friend, soulmate, the mother of his children, his world, his everything.

“Okay,” he promised simply, capturing her lips for a second time before kissing her forehead. “I love you.”

He felt her smiling into his neck, and at that moment, nothing was wrong; they were whole.

They stayed like that for a few more moments, savoring the peaceful yet short time they had with their baby boy before one of the nurses took him away for the night.

    Day 11

 “Your book,” Shinichi remembered far into the night. “What are you going to write about?”

A mischievous look twinkled in Ran’s eyes, and the man knows that his wife will heal just fine. “Kidnapped 101.”

- end

A/N: Nope, not their firstborn. And I also imagine that Ran has had her fair share of getting kidnapped so might as well write a book on it lmao. 

[hazard-queen]

Holà. I think requests are open for you, if no ignore please. May I ask for Rook, Malleus and leona will a s/o that has trouble speaking English (well Japanese. you know what I mean). Thanks you for your time and I'm sorry for any mistakes. Si le ciel tombe, je resterai pour toi.

Hello~♡

Nope it's really fine don't worry ^^ *me trying to remember what i learnt in French*

Have a good day and take care~♡

Leona kingscholar

• It has been almost a week since you came to NRC and everyone welcomed you, some by troubles others being friendly or tricky but you managed since you already made some friends and became well known, everything was fine but only one thing....the language! They are all speaking Japanese which you could recall some words from anime you watched before but you can't understand most of what they say and also like that in English most of them don't even speak it!

• But a life saviour appeared! You lost your way to the alchemy class and you couldn't get a good answer from anyone cause they were in their lessons already and others care less about you, you saw a student that you could recognise he's from Savanaclaw, you took some steps towards him then you patted softly on his shoulder

• The male turned to you and you could tell from his eyes that either he's tired or he's pissed by you, " u umm excuse me sir but where can i find alchemy class?" You spoke then remembered that he might don't get what you said so you pouted to the fact, "oi! Take this hall to the end of it then turn right and you will be there!" He spoke and you thanked him and turned to leave but on midway your brain gears began to work so you ran back to him again, "Omg! You speak English?! Oh my please tell me that you do!" Without noticing you were holding into leona's hand so tight squeezing them, " of course i do! I'm a prince and they bothered me that i have to learn languages and stuff" his smirk was from ear to ear as he spoke about his achievements and sparkle could be collected from the ground from your eyes since you finally found someone who can understand you, "i I'm sorry i i just couldn't communicate with others because that i can't understand them and you're the first one who understood me so...do you mind if i became your friend or something?" You blushed as you gave him the feeling like if you're proposing to him ,"sigh fine then...let's walk you to the class! I don't think that crewel would allow your late coming easily"

Malleus draconia

• You were always on a rush, running the halls left then right back and forth you come out from the place you just entered and you are in a complete lost! Trying to ask students where can you find the library wasn't something easy, some of students get what you say and that is good until they begin to explain how actually can you go there

• You stood there dumbfounded not knowing where to go again, you sat on a bench and gave a defeated sigh cause you can't go there or ask anyone how to, " do you need anything?" A tall shadow casted on you as you rised your head to see a black haired tall male standing right by you, you gasped since he appeared suddenly in fron of you, "what? Did i scare you?" Malleus asked cause this is how actually people feel when they see him for the first time.

• " no at all! You just came out nowhere" you gave him a worry smile waving to him, " oh my apologies! I assume you're the new student am i right?" , you introduced yourself to him and talked about how you don't understand anything from students here since they all speak Japanese and how you've been looking for the library the whole day and you couldn't go there just because everyone was busy to show you around ," hmmm is that so? Then how about i take you there and show you around the school?" As he suggested you nodded happily and he showd you around as he said.

• "And here is the library" he opened the door for you so you can enter the place , "thank you so much! Eh...i didn't make any friends here...do you wanna be my first friend?" Malleus took some time to think then he spoke again, " i don't mind that" he gave you a smile before he heard someone calling for him, "well, let's meet again later, now....sayonara!"

Rook hunt

• It's ok you don't have magic, and it's ok you don't even remember how you got there or why, the fact you don't speak Japanese was known among students since you couldn't communicate that much, but it's not ok at ALL that you have to take exams with them! Why? And why to even study with them? Some subjects were in English so it's fine but how about the others? Didn't you mention to the headmaster that you don't understand Japanese then how on earth are you gonna study in Japanese?!

• You gave it up thinking and decided to go to the cafeteria to grab something to eat but why it's too crowded? "Excuse me can i pass please? Umm can someone help me to buy some food?" You talked out and no one turned to see what are you talking about since they were busy to look for what to eat! Leaving the only female stand away like is she doesn't have the right to eat! " deluxe sandwiches, isn't it?" A tall blonde guy appeared in front of you with a weird smile on his face, you timidly noded as he rushed between students and grab you the sandwich

• You took the sandwich from him and tried to recall how to say thank you in Japanese , " u ummm h hontoni arigato guzaimasu" you hoped it would be right and it was actually right but you gained a laugh from the guy ,"Doitashimashite! But you can speak English with me if you want!"

• "R really? I can? Oh my I'm happy that you can speak English!ummm wanna join me in lunch?" You offered to share your sandwich with him but he smiled and turned down the offer ," sorry but I'm dieting, i had an apple before coming here!" You blushed at the fact that he's dieting and here you are eating a deluxe sandwich by him, " ummm do you need any help, study or so?"

• "Y yes! I need help at studying i don't understand Japanese at all!" In a 0.001 of a second you answered in light speed which made him laugh again, " ok then how about to come with me to pomefoire? We all know different languages like French and English!" And just as he said, everyone was there in your help!

[lalalowly]

𝙰𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

♪•»  ⊱•⊰  «•♪

paring: Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

t/w: None for now.

a/n: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE PROLOUGE YET READ THE PROLOUGE

Side note: This is a old story I've had so if the writing style changes as the chapters go on you know why.

Word count: 1k ♪•»  ⊱•⊰  «•♪

Cameras rolling in 3...2...1...action!

"Hello everyone and welcome back to After Class with Kamanato Sensei, we have a special guest here with us today. She's been in a few big movies lately and is one of the best up-coming actresses in her generation. With this great honor I give to you, y/n l/n."

As you heard your name you walk out onto the stage. The lights on the stage shined dramatically on you, the sounds of people cheering, and whistling made you light up with excitement seeing as how this was your first time on a talk show since your acting career took off. Walking over to the host you gave him a hug then sat down in the chair next to him.

"My goodness y/n-sama it really is true what they say about you, your more beautiful in person then in magazines and movies." Internally your blushed externally you laughed. This was a nice change in pace compared to how people talked to you and treated you before, it felt amazing.

"Arigato gozaimashita Kamanato Sensei, I'm truly grateful to be here today" '…HOLY SHIT DID I JUST SAY THANK YOU VERY MUCH IN JAPANESE??!?! I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I SAID THAT SHIT RIGHT-‘

"I'm glad to hear it. So, I hear this is the first time you've been on a talk show and being around and audience this big, how are you feeling?"

"To be honest with you... I'm a little nervous. This is all so new to me, the attention, the career, and the amount of people who look up to me, it honestly really shocking" you chuckled out.

"Wow, from what the media and I have seen, you look like you’re a trained veteran when it comes to handling paparazzi, people coming up to you on the streets asking for your autograph or a photograph with you. How do you keep so composed and well put together in those situations?"

Kamanato was truly interested in what you'd say next. After all you've been threw the answer should be pre-put into your brain, but you struggled to find and answer.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at the audience, the shining light fixtures, then back at him.

"Well Kamanato, I guess you could say people like you, the many people who look up to me, support me, people who've helped me get to this point, their support keeps me going. No matter how many fans and paparazzi come up to me, my smile and my personality will always be true to me. I have no reason to put on a façade for anyone or anything." Your words were true to your heart and your heart and mind were on the same track. No one could change you from who you are now, and who you'll become.

"I can tell you truly love being and actress Y/n-sama. I know I'm not the only one here who thinks so. As you spoke those words your eyes glimmered, and your face looked truly sincere. So as today’s after class session slowly comes to ends, what's one thing you want to tell people if they want to pursue their own dreams?”

That question brought you great joy. Your words could truly change someone's life and help them achieve their goal, ambitions, and dreams.

"If your going have a dream don't give up on it. There will be times when it seems pointless to keep going but if you give up now, you'll never get to experience the happiness of achieving something you've had your heart set on and have work on."

"Truly inspiring Y/n -sama. I hope everyone doesn't take those words in vain." he said with a smile on his face. "Soon the After Class bell will ring so let's give a farewell round of applauses to our special guest and wish her luck on her upcoming journey."

Then with that you got up hugged him once more then waved to the camera and the audience then walked off the stage. Walking out of the set building your assistant Kiyoko and close friend Kita your manager came walking up to you.

"You did swell out there. You were calm and collected, you thought all your responses out thoroughly and answered truthfully. The way you handled yourself out there was that of someone who's been in the acting industry for years. I'm truly impressed." Kita was always one for telling the truth even throughout high school.

If you were in a predicament or if you needed input on something, Kita was always there to help you, he was your best friend and your greatest ally. Even though you dropped most of your friends you kept him around, he was kinda like your brother and good luck charm.

Kiyoko waited patiently for Kita to finish talking then proceed to speak.

"Y/n -chan we need to get going to your next appointment with fashion designer Asahi Azumane and then next week on Monday you have a photoshoot with Lev and Alisa Haiba-"

She continued to talk as her, Kita, and you started to walk towards the car. Getting into the car, Kita sat in the passenger's seat, Kiyoko in the back with you. Your personal driver Shohei Fukunaga started up the car and got onto the main road.

"Y/n -chan would you like me to play the news for you on the dashboard tv?" He looked at you from the rear-view mirror.

"Yes please, thank you very much Fukunaga." you said with a smile.

As the dashboard tv slowly rolled down from the back console, it showed a volleyball competition. The news camera slowly paned over to a tall male with dark brown spiky-hair, olive green eyes, and a neutral expression plastered on his face. Fukunaga turned up the volume.

"-From the looks of it, Iwaizumi Hajime seems to be unfazed by the actions of the opposing team. Is it because he knows he trained the team he works with so well? Or is it maybe the fact that he thinks the opposing team should put more effort into their actions? Well, we'll find out soon after the break, for now I'm Tetsuro Kuroo and we'll lithium decide what course of action they'll take to see how this plays out."

‘Hajime Iwaizumi...Hajime Iwaizumi...Hajime Iwaizumi- The name sounds so familiar, but I can't place my finger on it...I wonder-‘

[lunnanunna]

Bad Parenting

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: Parker gets left behind at the airport.

Warnings: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung​ @galacticstxrdust​ @kimonmars​ @soobinssmile​

A/N: Thanks for waiting! I’m back to my regular updates! Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Parker stepped out of the bathroom stall, and walked over to the sink. She washed her hands then moved over to grab some paper towels to dry them. While doing all this she hummed to the song that was playing on the speakers in the bathroom.

Taking a look in the mirror, Parker ran her fingers through her hair– it had gotten messy while she slept on the plane– then readjusted her face mask. Once pleased with how she looked, the girl adjusted the straps of her backpack and walked out of the bathroom.

Day6 had just landed in Japan for some promotions, and were about to head to the hotel to relax for a few hours before they had to do a fan meet. To say Parker was excited was an understatement. She’d only ever been to Japan a handful of times, but she fell in love with the country more and more each time she visited.

Parker kept her head slightly bowed as she maneuvered through the crowds looking for the seating area where she had left the boys. As she neared though, she couldn’t find any of them. She looked around, eyes scanning each person that walked by, but no luck. They were gone.

A groan passed her lips as she shoved her hand into the pocket of her hoodie. Finding her phone she dialed Sungjin’s number. She huffed as it started to ring. This wasn’t the first time that they had forgotten her, but it was the first time it happened in an airport and overseas for that matter.

When the automated voice greeted her, Parker cursed. “Of-fucking-course,” she grumbled, scrolling through her contacts for Younghyun’s number. She ended up calling all five members plus their manager, Jaewon, and yet no answer.

Parker shot a quick text into their group chat, angrily typing “I hate you all! You idiots left me here! This is child abandonment! I’m reporting you all!!!” She added an angry face emoji then the swearing one, then shoved her phone back in her pocket.

Looking up, Parker searched for a sign that would lead her to an information desk. She could wait there until one of her bonehead members came for her. But after glancing at each sign, she realized that she was in Japan, and everything was in Japanese.

“Shit,” Parker whispered to herself as she looked around for anyone who looked like they worked here. Her eyes widened as she saw someone who looked like a cleaning staff. Hopefully she could make it through with her English. (It was the universal language, right?)

Parker walked over to the man who looked to be in his forties. She quickly racked her brain for the Japanese word for ‘excuse me’. (Thank God for anime.)

“S-sumimasen?” Parker began, calling the man’s attention. Said man stopped what he was doing and looked up at Parker. 

“Information desk?” She kept it simple, hoping that just those two words would be enough. The man squinted his eyes at her as if trying to understand what she was saying. 

Parker pulled her face mask down, resting it on her chin, then repeated herself. The man’s eyes widened in understanding, then pointed down the hallway towards a desk with a big sign that read “Information Desk.” Parker grunted. (Of course.)

Looking back at the man, she bowed. “Arigato Gozaimasu,” Parker said, smiling at the man. He smiled back and went back to doing his task.

Parker pulled her face mask back in place then walked over to the desk. She checked her phone again to see if anyone had called her, but her notifications were empty. (She’d kill them. All of them. Day6 would become a solo act.)

She got in line behind two other people, and waited for her turn. While she waited, Parker began to think through what she’d tell the woman at the desk exactly. Could they even help her? She could just wait nearby so it’d be easier for the boys to find her, that is, if they even realize she’s missing.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and Parker quickly reached for it. “Hallelujah,” she whispered in relief, as she saw Dowoon’s name flash on the screen. Parker pressed accept, and waited to hear his voice.

“Hello? Parker?” came his voice. He sounded worried, and rightfully so.

“Yah! You all left me, didn’t you?!” Parker shouted into the phone, then smiled sheepishly to the people around her. She bowed her head and apologized as she left the line and found a secluded area to properly yell.

“It was an accident, I swear!” Parker heard Sungjin say. Dowoon must have the phone on speaker. (Perfect, she could rip them all a new one.)

“How far did you get?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip, tapping her foot angrily.

“About ten minutes from the airport?” Younghyun said nervously, almost sounding like a question.

“Traffic?” Parker asked.

“No,” Wonpil had answered dejectedly. Parker smirked. (Good. they should feel ashamed.)

“Are you on your way back?”

“Obviously,” Jae answered this time, though he sounded slightly annoyed. Parker raised a brow at that.

“Soo, we’re really sorry. I swear we thought you were with us. We’re all so tired from this past week's schedule, that we honestly hadn’t noticed,” Sungjin said. 

Parker could hear the shame in his voice. She knew that the leader was beating himself up, and as much as she wanted to be annoyed with them for leaving her behind again, she hated hearing Sungjin like this.

“It’s fine. No worries,” she said, walking over to an empty seat. She sat her bag on the ground then pressed her knees to her chest.

“No it’s not. We left a member, our youngest member, alone in a foreign country,” Sungjin said in exasperation.  He was getting worked up.

“Seriously, Oppa. I’m good. I’m not even that mad. Just hungry,” Parker said, hoping to lighten the mood. She heard a chuckle that sounded like Dowoon.

“I’ll get you whatever you want,” Sungjin quickly said.

Parker laughed. “Sounds good,” she said looking out the window. From where she sat she could look out onto the street. “You almost here?” she asked.

“Pulling up right now.” That was Jaewon.

“I’m at the info desk on the first floor. I think it’s by the west entrance,” Parker supplied. She stood up, and slung her bag onto her shoulders.

“Perfect. Thank you,” Jaewon said. Parker imagined him pulling right up to the entrance.

“We’re coming in now,” Sungin stated.

Parker’s eyes widened. “Who’s ‘we’?” she asked. She’d be so embarrassed to have all of them swarm her and have everyone watch.

“Chill. Only Sungjin and Dowoon are going in,” Jae said. Parker could hear him smirking.

Parker nodded her head, then remembered that they could see her. “Okay,” she said. Then she moved to get a better view of the west entrance.

“Okay, we’re coming in now, Soo,” Sungjin said, just as Parker caught a glimpse of them walking through the revolving doors.

“I see you,” she said, then waved her hand in the air as the pair looked her way. Dowoon spotted her first, then grabbed Sungjin’s arm and pulled him towards her.

Parker hung up then put her phone in her pocket. She walked over to the two, shaking her head with a pout. “Bad parenting,” she said, but laughed as Sungjin crashed into her, arms wrapping around her.

“I’m so sorry, Soojin,” the older said, as he held her. Parker smiled into his chest and hugged him back.

“It’s okay, Oppa. Really.” Parker pulled out of the embrace and peeked up at him. She grinned and Sungjin couldn’t help grinning back.

“Okay, now that we know that you’re okay. Let’s get going. I’m pretty sure that Hyung is double parked,” Dowoon, chuckled as he waved towards the door.

“Were you not worried?” Parker quizzed the drummer as the three began to walk towards the exit.

“At first yeah, but let’s be honest. You’d have been able to find a way to the hotel on your own. Plus I was lowkey scared that if you did, you’d kill us,” Dowoon said, laughing.

“Yah!” Sungjin made to wack Dowoon on the arm, but the younger dodged. “But he’s right. To both,” Sungjin said to Parker, smiling.

“This is very true. I was actually on my way to kill you all when Oppa called,” Parker chuckled. She smiled smugly when she saw both of them falter in their step.

“Why did it take you guys so long to realize I was gone? Did you not notice how quiet the car ride was?” Parker joked as the three made their way to the van that they had rented.

“Actually, that’s what tipped us off. The car was way too quiet,” Dowoon said. Parker’s jaw dropped.

“Next time I’ll make sure to do a head count, instead of wondering why the constant chatter has stopped,”  Sungjin said, looking forward. Parker waited for him to chuckle or smile, but then she realized that he was being serious.

Parker shrugged her shoulders as she entered the van. “A head count would be more efficient, but I still can’t believe that my noise level is how you determine if I’m here or not,” Parker shook her head. She climbed in and sat next to Wonpil in the back row.

“We wouldn’t have to do that if you actually had a mute button,” Jae said from his place in the passenger seat. His seat was slightly reclined and his eyes were closed.

“Well if that were the case, then y’all would have very boring lives,” Parker said as the van began to move.

“The word you’re looking for is quiet. We’d have very quiet lives,” Jae corrected.

“Oppa! Jae’s picking on me again,” Parker whined. Her pout turned to a smirk when she saw Sungjin grimace. She was sure that he was regretting coming back for her.

Parker’s Masterlist

[lothirielswanmarvel]

BUCKY BARNES MUSICAL: “MR. ROBOTO” BY STYX

I heard singing. It sounded far away, like I was hearing it from a tunnel.

I trudged forward. Inky blackness surrounded me. The air felt heavy, like moving through water. I kept walking.

The sound was closer. It was a song from the band, Styx, but someone else was singing. Someone with a velvet voice that sounded naturally like a whisper.

My eyes landed on the singer. “Natasha?”

She looked up, her red curls bouncing. Instead of her leather jackets and classy outfits, she wore a black unitard with leggings. A spotlight shined down upon her.

“You’re wondering who I am,” Natasha sang. She slowly slank forward, shoulders hunched, looking up at me in a predator-like way. I remembered the original version of the song somewhat: it was upbeat, and I could hear the eccastic background coming from somewhere.

Another spotlight turned on a few feet away. I jumped. Clint, Steve, and Sam stood in a straight line, in silver suits. They sang the chorus, “Secret secret, I've got a secret.”

“Machine or mannequin,” Suddenly Natasha was behind me, her slender yet strong fingers gripping my shoulders. They looked like spider legs.

“With parts made in Japan,” She turned me in a random direction. “He is the modern man!”

Without warning she pushed me. I shouted in surprise as I fell forward, and the darkness swallowed me up again.

Bright lights turned on. Surgery spotlights. I was in the hospital back in Maryland, alone in the operation room. It felt like a hundred years since I had been in this room. I stood over the metal slab. I looked around wildly for Natasha and the others.

“I've got a secret, that I've been hiding, under my skin!”

Horrified, I looked down. Bucky was lying on the operation table. It felt weird to hear him actually sing; it was slightly raspy yet angelic.

My mouth dropped open as I realized where my hands were. Bucky was shirtless, a hole in his chest, with his scarlet insides shining in the spotlights. My entire body felt electrocuted, completely fried, as I stared down at the gruesome scene.

I removed my shaking hands from the long gash, bare and bloodstained. Bucky caught one of my wrists with his warm hand. “My heart is human, my blood is boiling,” he snatched my other hand with his silver fingers, “my brain I.B.M.”

I shook my head when he sang. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his chest. My lungs wouldn't work.

“Bucky, stop!” I strained against his iron grip. “You’re dying! Come on—!”

He ignored me. “So if you see me, acting strangely, then don't be surprised.”

He pulled me forward. My face hovered inches over his. Bucky’s blue eyes suddenly seemed more gray. Steel-like. Cold.

“I'm just a man who, needed someone, and somewhere to hide!”

I thought of the door to my apartment. The outside, where I had countless conversations with Bucky. With the truth here, literally displayed before me, I could admit that I always knew there was more to him. But I didn't care. I lived alone. I saw blood and gore every single day. I came home. I watched movies about people dying. I was the robot, not him—Bucky was human, and that was why I liked him.

Bucky let go of my hands and pushed me backwards. I stumbled, and I was in my apartment by the window. My throat closed up as I looked down the hall, where two thugs with long rifles and black armor stood, staring at me, chanting.

“To keep him alive, to keep him alive.”

“Somewhere to hide, to keep him alive!”

A metal arm burst through the window and grabbed my hand. I screamed as I fell through the opening, back into darkness.

A mattress bounced beneath me. Suddenly I was looking into Bucky’s eyes above me. I could feel the grooves and curves of his muscles press against every inch of me, skin and metal. He continued to sing.

“I'm not a robot without emotions, I'm not what you see,” His metal fingers caressed my cheek. The icy touch made me shiver. “I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free.”

Bucky sat up abruptly, moving to the edge of the bed as his arms wrapped around himself. His head hung low and dramatic, “I'm not a hero! I'm not the savior! Forget what you know!”

I scooted towards him and opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off, “I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control!”

He stood. I rose to my knees. This whole thing freaked me out. Bucky reached out and gripped my shoulders tight, hard enough to feel bruises forming. I fought the urge to grimace or hiss in pain. “Beyond my control...we all need control. I need control...we all need control.”

He started to step back. I leaned towards him and I went spiraling forward again into darkness.

My feet found the ground again. A spotlight illuminated Natasha, standing before me, who slid a finger beneath my chin, “He is the modern man!”

She stepped away, hands covering the bottom half of her face, “Who hides behind a mask.”

Her fingers crept up to her eyes. “So no one else can see…”

I yelped as someone else grabbed onto me. I faced Clint. “My true identity!”

The four of them appeared around me, making a circle; Natasha and Sam and Clint and Steve. They chanted as one, “Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto. Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto. Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto. Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto.”

“STOP!” I pushed through Natasha and Clint. I stumbled around in a world of ebony, trying to find an end to this nightmare.

Bucky.

I ran to him. He was sitting—it didn't look like an ordinary chair. This one had pieces of metal sticking out of it. When I got closer, crimson tentacles sprouted from places I couldn't see and wrapped around him. The two guards from my apartment with the long guns suddenly marched in.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto, for doing the jobs that nobody wants to. And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto, for helping us escape just when we needed to—”

Bucky’s face twisted in pain. My throat was closing up again. I was no longer scared of the guards: I pushed them aside like toy soldiers. I went to Bucky and started to yank on the tentacles.

“We’ll get out of this, I promise,” I told him, hearing my voice shake as I stared at the tortured look on his face. I pulled at the ones around his chest. “You’re not some machine for people to use—! I like you. I really like you—I’ve never felt this way before about anything! I can't lose you! Fight, dammit!”

I yanked one more time on the tentacle wrapped around his chest—

I staggered back in the operation room, holding Bucky’s heart in my red-coated hands. I heard a whimpering sound as I stared at the crimson blob in my hand, that was more important than anything in the world. The heart in my palm beat in tune with my own. I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks as I stared at Bucky’s heart.

“The problem’s plain to see,

too much technology.

Machines to save our lives,

machines dehumanize.”

I sank to the floor, cupping the red mass with two hands. I felt my own heart crying out in pain. A wave of emotion fell over my body, like I had gone underwater. It was too intense. I couldn't move.

My head snapped up as Natasha’s voice returned. I made her out in the gloom, her porcelain skin shining like marble in the spotlight. “The time has come at last!”

Another spotlight. Sam appeared, “To throw away this mask!”

Bright lights. Clint, “Now everyone can see!”

Steve’s hair glimmered like the sun. “My true identity!”

I inhaled deeply when I made out someone else. I scrambled to my feet and sprinted towards him. “Bucky!”

When I reached him, he was utterly still like a statue. His eyes were still cold and hard, like cement. Only his mouth moved. “I'm Kilroy. Kilroy. Kilroy. Kilroy. Kilroy…”

The heart in my hands beat rapidly. Bucky’s words started to change.

“Kill-roy. Kill-roy. Kill run. Kill run.”

I didn't like the expression on his face. This wasn't my Bucky.

I backed away, clutching Bucky’s beating heart—

“Mrow!” Kramer hissed beneath my feet. The cat scattered as I teetered.

“No!” I screamed as the heart fell from my grasp. I followed it, tumbling down, down, down...into darkness…

~Author’s Note~

Thank you so much for reading, Awesome Adventurers! I was going to wait to post this, but I think we could all use a little bit of a distraction right now. This is a special look at one of my Bucky Barnes fanfics, THE WIDOWMAKER, and you can visit that link to read more Bucky Bliss! This is also apart of my Marvel March Musicals specials to get our minds off of everything with some fun, chilling musicals! Please stay tuned on Tumblr for more musical madness!