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Title: Gentei Kareshi | Limited Boyfriend | 限定カレシ
Author/Artist: Yamasaki Uni
Rating: NC-17

Summary: Daiki, a university student, has fallen in love at first sight with his beautiful, black-haired classmate, Mitsui. One day, during a group date, he sees someone near the store who looks just like Mitsui and follows him to find that it is actually his classmate in women’s clothing. When Daiki asks him the reason for his cross-dressing, Mitsui tells him that it’s part of his part-time job as a “rental boyfriend.” After hearing that, Daiki’s reaction is―?!

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Note: It’s been… what, 2 years since we released the first chapter of this manga I think? Whoa. Sorry for the long wait! We didn’t have the raws of it before but don’t worry, the following chapters are almost done actually.  So you don’t need to wait for so long again. (๑>؂●๑)۶

Also, we’re gonna re-release chapter 1 again as the first one kinda had many errors and horrible edit. So it’s been re-translated, re-cleaned and re-typed… well like a new chapter actually (this time including the covers and all).

Guren Ichinose’s Catastrophe at 16 Drama CD 2

As requested by many anons and fellow bloggers (again), Hyaka has translated the second LN Drama CD *.* YAY

Disclaimer: This is a fan-made translation from the drama CD! Please go easy and enlighten us on any mistakes or deviations. All credit goes to the original blogger, seiyuus etc etc. - Hyaka and Kuro Shion

Link for the audio: http://namanari.tumblr.com/post/138234206419/guren-ichinoses-catastrophe-at-16-drama-cd-2

Title: The Last Christmas

Guren: A dream, again?

Mahiru: -humming- Ah, you came, Guren. Look, it’s a Christmas tree-like ornament, how does it look?

Guren: This is a dream. Mahiru has already disappeared from before my eyes.

Mahiru: Come on, Guren, this Christmas cake is cute too, right? Feed me. Ah~

Guren: Stop it. This kind of dream, don’t show it to me.

Mahiru: But, this is what you desire in your heart, right? To pass time as a normal girl and boy, without the Hiiragi family and Ichinose family mattering. A modest time.

Guren: You aren’t Mahiru, in the first place. You are a demon.

Mahiru: Haha, a demon, huh? That’s right. I’ve already fallen to the level of being a demon. For the sake of building a world where we could be together, I became a demon. Guren, do you like me? If you like me, extend your hand to me. Desire me, Guren. And then, receive my power.

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Title: Gentei Kareshi | Limited Boyfriend | 限定カレシ
Author/Artist: Yamasaki Uni
Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Daiki, a university student, has fallen in love at first sight with his beautiful, black-haired classmate, Mitsui. One day, during a group date, he sees someone near the store who looks just like Mitsui and follows him to find that it is actually his classmate in women’s clothing. When Daiki asks him the reason for his cross-dressing, Mitsui tells him that it’s part of his part-time job as a “rental boyfriend.” After hearing that, Daiki’s reaction is―?!

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Note: Okay made it on time?? Anyway, this is the last chapter!! I’m dead _(」∠ 、ン、)_

One-shot #2

Title: Hiding

Pairing: Steve Rogers×Reader

Summary: You’re in the Avengers tower, and it’s your birthday, but none of the team knows that fact, or so you thought. This ends up leading to a small self-debate.

Words: 4,416 (Sorry it’s so long, I got a little carried away.)


I walked through the hallway of the Avengers tower, a book in my hands, about to go curl up in one of the chairs by the window to read for a while. When I got into the lounge space, Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Bruce were already there, along with the company of the Maximoff twins. It had been about three months since the Ultron fight, and we had all just been hanging around the tower while everything outside seemed so calm. Clint was the only one that really left the tower regularly, as he went to go see his wife and children, but never for too long. Natasha would sometimes join him on these trips, due to the fact that she was the family’s closest friends out of the lot of us. I walked in, and Bruce turned to me with a smile as I sat down beside him on one of the couches. “Y/N, this is a miracle. You are actually joining us?” I rolled my eyes, but he was right. I tried pretty hard to stay away from everyone all the time, sometimes getting bothered by Pietro, as he liked pranking me, or tripping me up at lightning speed, but other than that, missions were the only main interactions I had with the team. Mainly because I had a stutter, and the stutter only went away when I was focused on other things, or when I was really comfortable. During missions, the mission is the only thing on my mind, so I can speak freely into the headset, but sitting with them, was a different story.

It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable around the team, it’s I was already a very nervous person to have conversations with anyone. So any time we’re in the tower, the stutter came until I was alone, or with my best friend Steve. It seemed to fade away slightly when I was with him, due to how close we were. “I know I d-d-do-don’t hang around y-you-you guys oft-ten. S-so-sorry.” I kept my head down, a light blush coming to my cheeks as I noticed Natasha smiling that I was actually speaking to them all. Or she is trying not to laugh. I shook my head at my own thoughts, knowing that wasn’t the case, but I couldn’t help but to be a bit self conscious about it. “Oh it’s fine. We understand.” Tony spoke up with a wide smile, offering me a beer.  I nodded once before getting up and taking it from his outstretched hand, and I noticed a silver-blue- blur out of the corner of my eye, and Pietro was suddenly sitting on the opposite end of the couch Bruce and I had been on, leaving me space in the middle. Another thing I disliked. Being close to people. I didn’t like being touched, and this was going to be a field day, but I would make it through this for a few minutes. It was something that was meant to make me feel like part of the team, hanging out with the rest of them and not just Steve, as I usually did. Where is he anyways? I thought to myself, staring at the spot on the couch between Bruce and Pietro. I popped the cap off of the beer I was holding, taking a huge swig and shaking my head before I sat down again.

Pietro was close to me, Bruce a little less. I set my book next to my leg, and Bruce instantly picked it up. “M-my niece asked me t-t-to r-read it, so w-we c-co-could talk ab-b-bout it n-next time I v-visit-ted.” He smiled a little, looking up to me. “I’ve read it.” He looked back down at the book and I smiled. “You-you’ve read a t-teenage love st-story?” His eyebrows raised as he set the book down again and he laughed. “Hey, Alaska was a good character.” We both laughed as we looked at the rest of the group, trying to understand what they were talking about. Thor came in soon after, and I moved off of the couch to let him sit. “No, it’s fine lady Y/N.” He spoke, and I shook my head, already sitting on the floor. “Go ahead. I-i’m f-fine.” He looked down at me for a moment, like he was about to argue again, but instead he smiled and nodded once, then thanked me as he sat down. “I think we need to find some sort of game to play.” Tony spoke, and everyone agreed while I shrugged. Just as they decided on a game, I stood, and Tony instantly started talking to me. “No, stay. It’s a simple game. Have you ever played?” I shook my head. “I’ll b-be right b-ba-back. I’m just g-getting some-s-something to e-eat.” I tripped over my words and he nodded with a small shrug. “Alright.” “You can st-start without me. I’ll w-watch.” He nodded again, and looked back to the rest of the group as I walked into the kitchen, setting my book on the  counter.

I went to the pantry, looking for the Nature Valley bars, eventually finding them to be on the top shelf. I rolled my eyes, pulling out one of the of the small boxes from the bottom of the pantry to stand on, as I was much too short to reach the top shelf. Just as I was about to grab what I wanted, the box I was standing on slipped and I started to fall, until someone’s arm wrapped around my waist, gently setting me on the floor, as they reached up and grabbed the box I had been trying to get to. Steve’s arm was still wrapped around my waist as he offered me the Nature Valley box, and I took it quickly, words sputtering out of my mouth messily. “C-can you p-p-please move y-your arm. I-I-I d-don’t like be-be-being touched. P-please.” His eyes widened, and he quickly took his arm out from around my waist and took a step back. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m really sorry. I just, you were about to fall and-” I shook my head. “I-it’s fine. Th-thank you.” I could feel the crimson color coming to my face as I spoke, and it was strange. I was close with Steve, and I wasn’t used to blushing around him, and I was used to him touching me. I guess that’s what we get for me hating to be touched, mixed with everything else I’m feeling right about now. I thought, taking out one of the bars I had been wanting, then sliding the box back into the pantry on a lower shelf. “Hey. Y/N, are you alright?” I nodded, and he stared at me, most likely searching my facial expression for a hint that I was lying. I am. I’m lying. I tried to be normal and hang out with the team. But I was nervous, and my anxiety was kicking in. My anxiety is back.That’s why I felt so weird about you touching me. I thought, and I could tell that Cap could see that I was lying, and he frowned.

“Can I show you something?” I nodded, and he started walking down one of the other hallways, towards his room. My heart started beating faster until he opened the door of his room and I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest entirely. “Now, I can see it in your face.” He spoke as I took a small step backwards as he held the door of his room open for me. “Don’t start guessing, because you’re thinking something entirely different than what I’m trying to do sweetheart.” My breath hitched in my throat when he called me this, and I stepped forward, beside him, looking up to his eyes. “Sorry, I’m not t-trying to.” A small smile came across his face, but I wasn’t sure why. “Can you close your eyes for me?” He smiled, and I shrugged with a small nod, closing my eyes. “Alright, step forward.” I knew he was trying to keep me comfortable, and not touch me, and this put a small smile on my face, as my cheeks turned red for the millionth time tonight. I put my arms out, and I heard him chuckle as I took a step into him room. I heard the door close quietly, and I stopped moving. “Keep your eyes closed.” I smiled, covering my already closed eyes with my hand. “I am. I am Rogers.” I head him gasp slightly before he spoke again.

“Okay, just a little bit farther.” He spoke, and I went to take another step, nearly tripping, and I reached for him, keeping my eyes closed as I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders before I found and grabbed onto his arm tightly, which caught him a bit off guard, if his voice was any way to tell. “Okay um. I-uh-I got you.” I laughed as he said this, covering my eyes with one of my hands again, keeping the other arm tightly around his, my hand holding onto his wrist, and I could feel his other hand lightly holding onto my upper arm. “I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean t-to grab you like that.” I whispered, my blush deepening as I spoke. “It’s fine, just out of this door.” He spoke with a chuckle as I heard a door open in front of us, and he lead me out -I could tell as the wind blew my hair into my face- to the balcony. “Alright.” He pulled his arms away from me. “Open.” I opened my eyes to see a table set up, with my favorite food, and a card set in the middle like a centerpiece. “What is this?” I smiled as he came closer, his blue eyes shining. “You’re my best friend. I know what your favorite foods are, and I happen to know when your birthday is.” He spoke, and I looked at the table to see he had indeed made my favorite food. “Macaroni and cheese.” I laughed, my blush still covering my cheeks and neck, and I could feel it in my ears as well. “Happy twenty-first birthday. I would say that we were the same age, but seeing as I was frozen for about seventy years, that would make me your elder. ” He smiled, and I laughed again. “Okay a-are we going to sit?”

He lead me over to the table, pulling out a chair for me as I set down my un-opened Nature Valley bar, and he pushed in my chair once I sat down. We sat down and ate our child-like meal and talked for a while, more on his side, as I wanted to hear more about him. Even though he had been my best friend for a while now, I had never heard anything about his life before he woke up. Even less from before the serum. “ I was scrawny. Oh god, I was so tiny.” He laughed, and I soon fell into laughter, only to stop when I noticed him staring at me, a small smile on his face. “What? Do I have something on my face?” I asked slowly, and he shook his head. “No, no.” My eyebrows came together as he stood, and I followed in suit. “It’s getting a little late, you should probably get to your room and get some sleep.” He spoke and I nodded, starting for the door, but I stopped short. “I never got to read the card.” I spoke, and he nodded. “You can read it later if you want.” He shrugged, and I shook my head. “No, you did all this, we can finish it all together.” He was staring at me again as I spoke, but I brushed it off, not knowing why he kept staring at me anytime I talked tonight, turning around and grabbing the card.

Y/N, I know we haven’t known each other for any more than two years, but you are my best friend, and I just wanted you to have a good birthday. I’m sure we’re going to talk about how we would have been the same age, if I wasn’t -as you have called me before- the Capsicle. I laughed as I read his small handwriting, nodding to myself slightly. I just wanted to let you know that even though you have your moments where you want to hide away from the world, you shouldn’t. No one judges you for your stutter like you think, everyone understands that you get nervous. I don’t want you to let any of these things hold you back. Because it’s your birthday, and you are amazing. You don’t need to hide. The team loves you. And you are my best friend, I don’t want you to feel like we can’t act like it around the group. And I know you feel that way. I know you think we can’t joke around together around the rest of them, but you don’t have to feel that way. They know that you are my best friend, I never hide it, and they would be fine. So just please, don’t hide anymore. You are amazing. You are beautiful. You deserve to be seen. Tears were in my eyes as I finished reading the card, and I looked up to see him standing in front of me.

I threw myself forward, hugging him tightly, and at first I could tell he wasn’t sure how to react. But after a moment, he wrapped one of his arms around my waist tightly, bringing his other hand to the back of my head. I had to get on my tip-toes to be able to set my head on his shoulder like I had, and I tightened the hold of my arms around his neck. “Thank you so much Rogers.” I smiled, pulling my head away to look at him. He looked over my face for a moment before he spoke, in a soft whisper. “You stutter less when we are together. That’s why I keep staring at you sweet-heart.” He paused, staring for a moment. “It makes my heart beat faster, hearing you stutter less, and I swear it almost beats out of my chest whenever I can tell you aren’t stuttering because you are comfortable with me.” He smiled slightly as I hugged him again, and his arm tightened around my waist. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, whispering my reply, “It’s not that I’m comfortable around you.” I felt his entire body tense at my words. “What?” he almost sounded broken when this word fell from his lips, and I shook my head, my face still nestled into him. When he said this, his arms fell from around me slightly, like he barely wanted to touch me anymore. “It’s more than that.” I mumbled, but his arms were still loose around me. I pulled away, scared he was mad.

I stared up at him, and he looked hurt. “It’s because I feel safe around you.” I whispered, and suddenly, his arms were around my waist tightly, picking me up slightly so my arms were around his neck again, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had been holding his breath for some time. Soon, I was back on my feet, but our arms were still wrapped around each other tightly. I brought my hand to the back of his head, my fingers gripping at his short hair. I pressed my forehead against his, our noses almost touching, and I could feel his breath against my lips. He brought his chin up slightly, and our noses touched, and my eyes closed for a moment as our lips almost touched. “You are my best friend Rogers.” I whispered, barely audible, and he smiled. “I love you for that. I love you for everything. Hell, I love that I don’t stutter around you, because I cant control it.” I opened my eyes and we both smiled as a small laugh escaped me. Say it. Tell him. Just say that you love him. Tell him. I ignored my thoughts as we stayed like this for a moment, noses almost touching, and he hugged me tightly again.

I was walking back through the kitchen, on the way back to my room when Pietro came into the kitchen, stopping me. “What happened to you coming right back? Tony was wanting to show you how the game was played.” I grabbed my book from the counter, holding it to my chest, the card Rogers had given me sitting on top of it, closer to my chest. “I w-was with-with Cap.” I spoke, as I walked into the lounge area again, about to apologize to Tony. “H-he was g-giving me a b-b-birthday di-dinner.” I stuttered, and Tony sat up from his game instantly. “It’s your birthday? I didn’t know that. Did you guys-” His words drifted off as he looked around and everyone else shook their heads. “I guess he is always going to know more stuff about her than us, them being best friends.” Clint spoke and Tony laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Still, happy birthday Y/N.” He smiled and I blushed slightly as the rest of the team wished me a happy birthday as well. “Th-thank you. All o-of you.” I mumbled, and they all smiled up at me from their seats. “I g-guess I’ll s-see y-you all in-in the mor-morning.” I nodded to them before walking out and into the hall my bedroom was on, smiling as I looked back down to Steve’s letter. Should’ve told him. Why didn’t you tell him you were in love with him? I thought to myself, groaning as I got into my room crawling into bed after setting the card on my bed-side table.

Two days later

I sat in the lounge area, as everyone else was gone but Cap, who was working out on one of the lower floor. He had been staying in the gym most of the last two days, since my birthday, and I couldn’t help but think it was because we had gotten so close after I read the card. Maybe it’s the fact that, 1. You wanted to kiss him, and easily could have. or 2. You love him, but are too scared to tell him. I shook off my own thoughts, setting down my book and looking up at the clock. 10pm. I shrugged off the blanket that had been wrapped around my shoulders, and walked towards the elevator. It was quiet since everyone else was gone. The twins had gone to look around town, saying they would be out until tomorrow evening, Clint and Natasha went to visit his family for the weekend. Bruce had some science thing, Thor was in Asgard, and Tony was finally taking Pepper on a much needed vacation. I pressed the button on the elevator for the gym floor, and as soon as the doors opened again I could hear the force of Steve’s hits against the punching bag, and the grunts that escaped his mouth. I walked down the hall, passing a few training rooms until I found him, and I stood in the doorway. I watched him for a moment as he landed hit upon hit onto the leather punching bag. “Steve?” I saw his back muscles tense when I spoke, and I dropped my gaze to the floor. He’s mad at me for something. I couldn’t help the sadness that came over me, bringing nervousness with it. “Way to scare me sweetheart.” He spoke, walking towards me as he wiped his face with the towel that had been thrown over his shoulder.

“I-I was j-just checking up-up on you. I’ve hav-haven’t seen m-much of y-you late-lately.” My stutter came out at full force and his eyes widened. “What’s wrong Y/N? Why are you stuttering. You never stutter around me.” He seemed suddenly protective as he walked over to me. “I-I don’t know wh-what I d-did, but I’m s-s-sor-ry.” I tried to get the reply out quickly, but it came out sloppily, as everything always did with everyone. His eyebrows came together as he stepped towards me, and I took a step back, into the hallway. “What? What are you talking about? Why are you apologizing?” He asked, and I shook my head as I spoke. “Y-you’re mad at me. I d-don’t know wha-what I did. But you-you’re mad.” He started shaking his head repeatedly, setting his hands on my shoulders. “I’m not mad at you sweetheart. Why would I ever be mad at you? You just scared me, I didn’t know you were down here. That’s all.” He gently set a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up from the floor. “Then w-why have you been down here so much. Since- since my birthday?” He looked to the floor then, and my heart started beating faster. “Not you. I promise Y/N. Just all of the talk about my past and stuff. I’ve been thinking about it a lot since we talked about it on your birthday. Just stressing myself out. That’s why I’ve been down here. Releases stress. That’s all sweetheart. Don’t think it’s because of you. Don’t ever think it’s because of you. It would never be you.” He spoke quickly, and I began to calm down again. I felt myself release a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding after he finished. Thank god. I don’t think I would be able to handle it if the only person I could speak to regularly was mad at me for something I wasn’t saying. Although there would be no chance of that if I would just tell him. “Oh.” It came out as a small whisper, and he nodded. “Okay. I’ll leave you alone then. I’ll just go back up to the lounge and read for a while longer.” I spoke quietly, and he nodded after a moment. “Alright. I’m going to head up to bed soon. Y/N? Don’t stay up too late reading.” I nodded once  with a small smile before making my way back upstairs to the lounge area and laying down on the couch that faced the window with my book.

About an hour later, I heard the elevator open and the sound of Steve going back to his room. When I heard the door close, I decided to get ready for bed myself, folding up the blanket I had been using and throwing it over the back of the couch before I went back to my room. I set my book down, next to the card that Steve had given me, picking it up for a moment and reading over it for the tenth time in the past few days. I changed into a tank top and some shorts quickly, before sitting in bed and deciding to try to finish one more chapter of my book. After I finished the last few pages, I pulled out my phone and checked the messages, seeing a few from my mother and father. After seeing I had quite a few from the both of them, I called them back, talking for a good while before I finally told them I was going to bed, and that I would have to make plans to visit them soon. I put my phone away, and walked back out of my room and into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I pulled a glass from the cabinet, and just as I shut the cabinet door, a loud scream echoed from the hallway, and the glass fell from my hands, shattering onto the floor. I stood, frozen in place for a moment until Steve’s yell rose from the hallway again, and I took off running for his room. I could hear him grunting and yelling repeatedly as I pushed open his door.

He was thrashing around in his bed, his head lifting with each scream before slamming back down onto his pillow, his fists holding onto the sheets tightly. “Steve!” I yelled, running over and onto the bed. “Steve! Wake up! Rogers!” His eyes opened suddenly, and he immediately sat up, breathing heavily. He looked around the room feverishly as I spoke, “Rogers. It was just a dream. It’s alright, calm down.” He looked at me, his eyes wandering over my face, and I could see the fear still in his eyes. “Steve, are you okay?” I brought my hand up to his face, and he continued to stare at me, his chest rising in falling rapidly with his heavy breathing. “Y/N?” He whispered as I dropped my hand from his face to his shoulder, and he brought his hand up to frame my face instead, his thumb gently trailing over my cheekbone a few times. “It’s me Steve. You’re alright. It was just a dream.” Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck gripping onto the material of his shirt, as he nearly pulled me into his lap holding me tightly against his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat, just as I imagined he could feel mine. His hand was on the back of my head tangled in my hair, until he pulled away from me, and it framed my face once again.

He just stared at me for a moment, before I spoke again. “What is it?” He brought his forehead to mine, in the same manner as had happened on his balcony the night of my birthday, our noses almost touching as we looked each other in the eye. “You’re my best friend sweetheart. I love you for that. I love that you don’t stutter around me, and I love that you pulled me from my nightmare.” Say it. Tell him. Our noses touched, and my eyes closed again as I could feel his breath on my lips. I brought my chin up, and I could feel the closeness of his lips. I opened my eyes, and watched silently as he glanced from my lips, back up to look me in the eye again. Do it. Tell him. “I-” I didn’t say anything, as his hand which was framing my face moved, and his thumb grazed my bottom lip as he stared at my lips his tongue darting between his own, and  my eyes closed again. I felt him move again. I felt his lips barely graze over mine, and our chins touched, but then he moved back again and our noses were no longer touching. “Sorry.” He mumbled, pulling away and hugging me again. That close and you couldn’t just do it? Kiss me Rogers. “You had me scared for a minute there Cap. Those dreams must be something.” I spoke and we pulled away, his hand falling onto my bare leg, to which we both jumped, and he rubbed the back of his neck as I blushed. “Something sure is the only word I can use for it sweetheart.”

((Hey you guys!! I would appreciate some feedback on this one if you could? Send me a message or something of the sort about what you thought of it? I’d appreciate any and all! Lots of love!!))

Tomorrow Will Be Better

Request: Hey love, I’m really having a horrible day :( Maybe you could write something to cheer me up with Steve? Something fluffy where you both meet at SHIELD and you have to work with the Avengers, then Clint urges Steve to ask you out, cause all notice he has a crush on you. When he finally does, he takes you to a really romantic dinner and it all feels right for both of you and maybe you share your first kiss ? I hope that’s okay with you <3 (and if you like both POVs)

A/N: I hope that things have gotten better for you, sweetie! I’m sorry that I’m a few days off. I tried to make this as fluffy as I possibly could while still being realistic. We all need a sweet Steve, don’t we?

Warnings: Killing you with fluff and sweetness

Word Count Total: 1459

Short Imagine #2

Title: Tomorrow Will Be Better

You threw your pillow at the wall. Today was supposed to be a good day. Today was supposed to be the one day out of the week that you were going to be perfectly happy. But nothing went right. Your car broke down so you were late for work, and then you realized that you had left your lunch at home, so you were hungry today. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, your phone died (like dead, dead, not battery dead) and you got caught in a deluge before reaching your door. You thought that you could have nice hot shower to relax in and what more has happened but your hot water heater stopped working, so you had to have a cold shower when all that you really wanted was something comforting. Just one thing.

You didn’t even want to think about running headfirst (literally) into Captain Rogers. The man you had a very schoolgirl crush on.

It had been the worst day in a very long time.

You hoped that tomorrow was going to be better.

Steve, on the other hand, had a good day because you ran into him. Seeing you had actually made his day. He was never quite sure what to say, but he enjoyed every moment nonetheless. He wanted to ask you out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt that it would put you into harm’s way. Or, at least more than you were, you being a SHIELD agent and all.

He had known that you had a rough day. It had been his plan to bring you lunch to replace your missing one, but you had already accepted to go to lunch with Natasha.

You weren’t the one to notice that he had a massive crush on you. Everyone else could see it. They told him that they knew. Or, at least those who interact with him on a daily basis.

He promised himself that he would try to ask you out tomorrow.

When the morning came, he chickened out. Again.

“Why can’t I ask Y/N to lunch with me? I can fight killer robots and Nazis and HYDRA, but I can’t seem to ask out the person that I’ve had feelings for.”

“Well,” said Clint, “Think about it. This isn’t something that you can fight. At least you knew that you didn’t have to face rejection when you fought Nazis and killer robots and HYDRA.”

“I could have died, but I wasn’t afraid the way that I am, now.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a different type of fear for everything. I was afraid to ask Laura out. But look at us a family of five.” Clint grinned, uncrossing his arms and gesturing as if he was displaying something.

Steve looked at the floor. “I said to Tony after we moved into this facility that I believed that I had left behind that type of man in the ice, but now, I’m not so sure.”

“Then go on a couple of dates with this girl, get some feelers out. If it doesn’t turn out, now you know. But if I have to hear about Y/N one more time, I’m going to set her up with someone so that you shut up.”

Steve looked wildly at Clint. “What?!”

“Yes, now go and ask, or I’ll have Nat take her to dinner!”

Steve guessed that he had been talking about you too much to the rest of the team. They saw you every day, so it was a miracle that they hadn’t told you, yet.

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Bucky Barnes: Sing Me A Song

Originally posted by uptownhalsey

Title: Sing Me A Song

Prompt: Can you do the soulmate au where you hear your soulmate but only when they sing, with Bucky? (I saw that and fangirled)

Characters: Bucky

Warnings: mild swearing

Word Count: 2,551

Notes:  There are a couple pov changes just so you know.  I thought it’d be interesting to see how you both saw the situation.

There were not many constant aspects of the Winter Soldier’s life.  He was always moving from mission to mission, adjusting to whatever came his way; this lasted nearly seventy years.  

The first time he heard your voice, the Winter Soldier had been ten days into a mission in Siberia.  He had been hiking one of the taller peaks in the area, making his way towards a remote village only accessible by foot.  His Hydra-dealt nutrition rations had been used up four days prior, and though he was a strong supersoldier, he needed to eat just like the rest of us.  His usually strict and tactful thoughts were starting to wander into the furthest reaches of his mind- uncharted territory.  His feet were working mechanically under him, carrying his body closer and closer to the village, and he was beginning to think that his first stop would be to get food rather than pursuing the mission.  It was during these thoughts when he heard you for the first time.  

Needless to say, when you entered his world for the first time he was more than overwhelmed.  Your childish, cheerful voice rang through his ears so suddenly that he nearly fell over with surprise.  ‘The itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout,’  He thought he must have been hearing things, from nutritional deprivation he concluded.  This was a one-time occurrence, he assured himself.  ‘Down came the rain and washed the spider out!’  Okay, he thought.  Hallucinating is probably one of the symptoms of not eating, that’s all.  ‘Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain,’ Maybe he was just going insane.  After all that he had seen over the years, insanity was never out of the question.  Maybe he deserved it- after all the killing and terror he had caused it was certainly a possibility.  ‘And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again!’  In that case, a small part of the soldier was glad; a miniscule part of him wanted nothing more than to die.  To end this madness.  To end the horrors he was causing.

The Winter Soldier shook his head as though it would rid him of these awful thoughts.  At that moment all he needed was to complete the mission, regardless if he was insane or not.  Because that’s what machines do- they complete their task, no matter how broken they may be.

By the time his mind focused again there were street lights in the distance, signifying that he had arrived at his destination.  And as he reached the main road, he could have sworn he heard the voice singing the verses again in the back of his mind.


The next time the Winter Soldier was unfrozen was when he was tasked with assassinating a nuclear engineer being escorted out of Iran.  He was nearly falling behind on the mission because some annoying song was on replay in his head; something about the noises of a fox.  He had already tried numerous breathing techniques in attempt to clear his head, but nothing worked.  The stupid song was still stuck in his head, being sung in an obnoxious girl’s voice.  (Maybe her voice wasn’t obnoxious, in fact it was quite good, but the song made her sound obnoxious.)  

The soldier ended up shooting the target through a redheaded woman’s side, making a clean shot through the head.  A malicious grin spread across his face as he realized that this was yet another successful mission for him to have completed.  The moment would have been a lot better if the voice in the back of his head wasn’t singing though.


The man on the bridge- the soldier knew him.  The man seemed so sure of himself when he called the soldier ‘Bucky’, whatever or whoever that was.  What the hell is a Bucky?  Was he a Bucky?  He didn’t know, but he was going to find out.


The soldier tried to visit the nearest library after finding a new set of clothes to wear; the ones he had on were soaking from his swim in the Potomac.  He pushed his baseball cap further down to hide his face as he entered the library, following the signs pointed towards the computer section.  He had been around Hydra long enough to catch the gist of how computers worked, and how much different could public computers be?

It turns out Hydra computers were much more advanced than old public computers, especially since they had not been updated in years.  The soldier let out a groan as the computer was on its fifth minute loading the search page, earning a giggle from the girl behind him.  He turned to see a (y/h/c) girl standing behind him, waiting for the next available computer; all the others were taken or out of order.

“You having a bit of trouble?”  She asked, looking down at him.  The soldier averted his gaze from hers, not comfortable with the unfamiliar human connection.  

“Uh, maybe a little bit.”  At that point he was so frustrated that he barely cared about being ominous as he usually was; all he wanted to know was who this ‘Bucky’ was.

“I can help you if you want…Is that okay with you?”

He shrugged, pushing his rolling chair aside to let her look at the computer.  He watched as she expertly clicked the pointer on the X button and opened up a new computer application- something named ‘chrome’.  He observed her movements, making sure to remember for his next trip to the library, should he have one.

“Is there anything specific you had in mind? Oh, um, obviously you did if you were searching on the computer.  Uh, sorry, um I meant- what are you looking for?”  Her face reddened a bit as she stumbled over her words, trying to find the right way to phrase her question.

“I was looking for a bucky, maybe.  Something along the lines of a bucky?”

“Okay, let’s see.”  She pulled over a spare chair, getting herself comfortable before scrolling through the search engine.  She hummed to herself quietly, and the soldier swore that he was hearing it in his head too.  It was unnerving, but like everything else that bothered him, he pushed it aside.  “Okay, so there’s a bank in Rhode Island named Bucky’s Bank, and there’s a couple stores with a similar name.  But the biggest hit seems to be a James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.  Does that ring a bell?”

For a second, a memory from his childhood popped into his mind.  A smaller version of himself was shakily scribbling the name on a piece of lined paper, the pencil held in his tiny hands.  Was this his first actual memory?  Now that the soldier thought about it, he didn’t seem to remember anything from before his days in Hydra.  Before then, he had been so preoccupied with all his missions that he didn’t have time to think of much else.

“Woah, are you his grandson or something?  The resemblance is eerily close.”  She clicked on one of the images and there was his face, laughing alongside the man that he tried to kill on the helicarrier.

“Yeah, I think so.  Something like that…”  He trailed off, nearly speechless as he had found his proof.  There was no denying it now- he was James Buchanan Barnes.  He was Bucky Barnes.

“Sorry, but I need to go to work now.  I take it that you’re fine with the computer now?”  The girl looked at him with her big (e/c) eyes questioningly, almost as if she was concerned.  Bucky pushed his astonishment of her kindness to the side, figuring that she was just being polite.

“Thank you for helping me, miss…”

“Oh, right!  I’m (y/n), by the way.”  She held her hand out and he shook it with his human hand.  He didn’t want to scare her away after making so much process with a person, much less a girl.  

She looked down at her watch and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.  “Sorry.  I gotta go!  See you around sometime?”

“Sure.”  Bucky knew there was next to no chance that he would ever see her again; he was probably going to skip town before the end of the week.


After a trip to the Smithsonian, Bucky realized why he had little to no memories of the past.  He now knew the ugly truth of his life; he had been working for a terror organization for seventy years, causing pain and tragedies wherever he went.  This horrified him, knowing that he had caused that much destruction.  A small part of himself longed for a drink, to forget all his troubles and misery.  ‘Okay’, he thought.  ‘I’m going to get a drink.’


Bucky found himself inside a dimly lit bar in the shadier side of DC, more in the outskirts of the city than central.  The soft jazz music had lured him in, and before he knew it he was seated at the bar with a beer in his hand.  He was sort of disappointed when he realized alcohol had no effect on him though.

“Okay people, here’s what you all have been waiting for… (y/f/n) (y/l/n)!”  You stepped out onto the stage, adjusting the microphone to match your height.  You smiled a bit, looking into the crowd.  Bucky was a bit surprised to see you, but he smiled back at you once you caught his eye.

“Okay guys, since last night I have gotten an overwhelming amount of song requests.  Tonight I will start off by singing the most popular request.”  Bucky noticed you grip the microphone a bit tighter with nervousness before relaxing your body; she must have been used to pre-show jitters, he thought.

“They send me away to find them a fortune

A chest filled with diamonds and gold

The house was awake, the shadows and monsters

The hallways, they echoed and groaned

I sat alone, in bed till the morning

I’m crying, ‘They’re coming for me’

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me

My mind’s like a deadly disease

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones”

Usually you spent an even amount of time looking at the different people in the crowd, but for some reason you couldn’t help but look at the man from the library.  It was weird.

“And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me”

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

Bucky was officially sure that he was going insane.  He was hearing your voice twice- once out loud and once in his head.  It was starting to give him a headache, especially as he realized that your voice sounded like an older version of the child’s voice from all those years ago.

“I paced around for hours on empty

I jumped at the slightest of sounds

And I couldn’t stand the person inside me

I turned all the mirrors around

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you’re scaring me’

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

You were definitely feeling an attraction to the man; there was no denying it now.  You didn’t bother to discreetly sneak glances of him anymore, you just stared at him.  Who was he?

“I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so they’ll never die when I’m dead

And I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so I’ll never die when I’m dead

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you’re scaring me’

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

Bucky was sure you were staring at him.  But, to be honest, he was staring right back.  Some other men in the room had noticed this and let out wolf whistles, but he didn’t care.  You had captivated him.

“And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me”

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

You finished the song a bit out of breath, so you decided to go backstage to get a drink.  You gave the crowd a quick thank-you before leaving the stage in search of a water bottle.  You felt a small tap on your back and turned around to see a gloved hand holding out a water to you.  You took it greedily before looking at your savior- you nearly spit out the water when you realized it was the guy.

You were taught to always be polite, so naturally you spoke to him,“Thank you so much!  I was really parched for a minute there.”  

“No problem.  I really liked your singing.”  He looked at you for a minute, with a puzzled look on his face.  You couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay.

“Thanks!”  You paused for a minute, analyzing him before speaking.  “Please tell me if this is out of line, but are you okay?  You don’t look so well.”

“Can we talk somewhere a bit more private?”  He had a look in his eyes, a look so desperate and lost that you just couldn’t refuse.

“Sure, of course!  Let’s step out and get some fresh air.”  You led him out into the alley next to the bar, confident that you could handle yourself if things went south.  Though, for some reason, you felt as though you were safe with him.

Suddenly the man took great interest in his fingernails, almost shyly avoiding the subject.  He mumbled something incoherent while he looked down, but you couldn’t figure out what he said.

“Come again?”

“I said, I know this is a bit weird but your singing had an effect on me that I just can’t explain,”  No, it couldn’t be.  You had gone years without a single sign that you had a soulmate; you had even come to terms with not having one.  Now, he was most likely standing in front of you.

“Like you heard it in the back of your head?”  You needed to know.

“How did you… how did you know that?”

You smiled gently at him; obviously he didn’t know the concept of soulmates, but that was okay.  Everything was okay now- you had finally found him.  “Mr. Barnes,”

He shifted uncomfortably before interrupting you.  “You can call me Bucky.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering if he was the Bucky Barnes- the war hero, the brave soldier, the friend to Steve Rogers.  You shook it off; you would accept him no matter who he was!  “Bucky,”  If it was possible to smile any wider, you managed to do so.  “Have you ever heard of soulmates?”


Zoolander 2

Title: Zoolander 2
Release Date: February 12, 2016
Genre: Comedy
Country: USA
Cast: Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson, Will Ferrell, Penélope Cruz & Kristen Wiig
Director: Ben Stiller
Studio: Red Hour Films & Scott Rudin Productions
Distribution: Paramount Pictures


Title: Sayonara, Heron | Goodbye, Heron | さよなら、へロン
Author/Artist: ymz
Rating: PG

Summary: Souji’s life has been a series of dull events, with his parents endlessly quarreling, until he comes across Mika, a carefree student who lives each day as it comes.

They start a relationship which banishes heavy words like “love” or “devotion.” They see each other occasionally, without making any promises and such.

But can an ordinary relationship make Souji say something like “I only got this far because you were with me” as Mika says “Who knows…”

Download/Read Online: Here

Note: Okay, so we actually missed an extra!!! And with that, this manga is really finished! Kind of nostalgic while I was QCing it cause it’s like… what, over a year since our last release? Or almost 2 years?? Thanks to kiggy for providing the raws. (*´︶`*)

That aside, omg I’m going to ONE OK ROCK’s concert tomorrow. I’m so frigging excited omfg. So was being productive today and QCed two chapters… ahahaha. Anyway, enjoy!!! :)

AkaKuro Week Day 2

Title: Sudden Reunion
Prompt/s: Post-Winter Cup | Vorpal Swords | Reunions
Pairing: Main!Akakuro and a pinch of Aokise and Muramido
A/N: This is my second contribution for AkaKuro Week! Once again forgive me for some of my mistakes and I apologize if the characters are a bit OOC-ish. I tried my best to make them in character. Also I tried my best to make this one-shot or drabble a bit funny but I failed miserably ;A; oh btw i sticked with akashi addressing them by their surname since its oreshi ;u;
Wordcount: 2,420
Summary: Kuroko meets the all of the generation of miracles in a bookstore and enjoy his day thanks to a certain redhead.

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Catch Me If You Can

Request: Hi:) I’m a huge Pietro fan and I was wondering if you could do one where he rescues the reader from hydra but not before she also gains the power of super speed and they help eachother navigate how to use their new powers and have races and stuff and end up dating and all that mushy stuff. Thanks!

A/N: This is set after the events of Age of Ultron. Pietro has healed up, once you get past the beginning of this, and is his usual self again. I got a little carried away with this. I have a bit of a soft spot for our Quicksilver.

Warnings: Brief mentions of torture

Word Count Total: 1838

Long Imagine #2

Title: Catch Me If You Can

You hadn’t been on the team long until the incident in Sokovia happened. In fact, it hadn’t even been a week. But it happened, and you were thrown into it. Since you hadn’t been training for long, you were forced to help on the side lines with the evacuation, rather than perform any other tasks.

Once the evacuation was complete, you made a move to signal for the boat’s departure, but something stopped you. Clint had found a boy and was protecting him. The rest of it happened in slow motion and you swore that your heart stopped. Pietro saved both of them. But he collapsed, and you knew what happened. You didn’t want to think about it, but you knew.

You were the most qualified medical staff that was out there, so as soon as you saw his body being brought back, you rushed out and tried to do something, you couldn’t let him die. You just couldn’t. As the boat departed, you started to do everything within your power to help. But you worried that it wouldn’t be enough, even with his quick metabolism. Once on the helicarrier, he was rushed to the medical bay where Doctor Helen Cho was waiting, despite recovering from Ultron’s violence, herself. You knew that she would be the best scenario possible to save him. The feeling of saving him wasn’t something that you were sure of where it came from, but you knew that his sister needed him.

Now it was just a waiting game.

A very scary waiting game.

- - - - - -

He had survived.

The fact had made you weak at the knees with relief.

But he wasn’t out of the woods, yet. Helen wasn’t sure if – no, when – he was going to wake up from his coma. He had sustained very serious damage to his body and, despite his strong metabolism, he was still fighting. Wanda had visited a few times within the past week aside from her training and had said that he was still there and still recovering, that she could feel him, but you still had your doubts. These powers that people could have were still so foreign to you and you weren’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse when treating them medically. It worried you, quite frankly. But you weren’t going to voice those. It wasn’t your place.

It took a while, but he finally woke up. Or, so you heard while you were training. What really surprised you that day was seeing him in the training room with you. And he was running, which was exactly what Helen had told him not to do.

“Pietro!” you yelled in a scolding tone. He stopped and looked at you.


“I know that Helen told you not to run, yet, so stop, or you’ll land yourself back in that hospital bed.”

He pouted. “I want to run.”

You walked over to him. “That’s too bad. You can’t run, yet.”

You could tell that he was contemplating running again, so you grabbed the back of his shirt. “No.”

Another pout. You rolled your eyes. “If we find you something to do that is not running, will you let yourself finish healing? It should only be another couple of days.”

“What do you propose?”

“Slowing down a bit. Playing games. Of course, none that will keep us on our feet.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking.

“I’ll bring ice cream. And donuts.”

“You win.”

“Good. Now walk, mister. If you run, I’ll have you tied to the hospital bed.”

“Promise?” he asked, flirtation evident in his tone. You realized that you walked right into that one.

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Title: Amai Koi no Sodate Kata | How to Raise a Sweet Love | 甘い恋の育て方
Author/Artist: Kikuya Kikuko
Rating: NC-17

Summary: “Your love will come true if you wear clothes from Sturm.” Ooba works at the rumored clothing store, Sturm. And he’s started a physical relationship with the owner, Miya. After a while, Ooba starts hoping to obtain not only Miya’s body, but also his heart, however…?

Download/Read Online: Here

Note: Whoa. My net’s been really shitty so I only got to post now… but it’s better late than never. Happy New Year guys!!! How was your New Year?? (●´∀`●)

The past year has been kind of… okay I guess? And a bit slow I guess orz. I counted our releases for the year 2015 (by date though and not including double or so chapters) and the total is 68. I hope we can double (or triple) that by this year mwahahahah!

Anyway, another new series again! You  must be thinking we keep on releasing new titles instead of finishing our on-going titles first lol. For our other on-going series, we are working on them diligently. Promise!! I’ll make sure to release all the remaining chapters of Gentei Kareshi, Magic Mail Chocolate, Mousou One-Room, Shuden Elegy and Ichi Ni no San! very, very soon. I’m just kinda slow since I get distracted a lot. Woops. Then we’ll continue Toshigoro no Otokonoko to Are and Tsuzuki wa Mata Yoru next. Since those two titles do really have continuations actually (we thought they are only oneshots before). Also Yuuwaku Recipe, Hitotsu Yane no Shita no Kedamono, Voice or Noise and Koisuru Intelligence (this manga is so evil so might take a lot of time lol). Did I forget something? :’D

As for the rest of the on-going titles, even if we do want to finish them right away, either they are actually still on-going in Japan or it’s a joint with another group. And if it’s a joint, we can’t really do anything about it since we are just going along with the other group’s schedule. But keep in mind we are still working on them and we didn’t drop it! We announce it if ever we are gonna drop something (like with Ten Count).

Before I forget!! I really wanted to release this yesterday since it was Tama’s birthday!! Belated Happy Birthday Tama-chan (January 6th)! Or maybe it’s still your birthday in your time? Haha. And then, belated Happy Birthday too to RenLenox! (her birthday was on January 1st actually) and then Happy Birthday (now) to akero (January 7th)!!!


Title: Koisuru Intelligence | Love Intelligence | 恋するインテリジェンス
Author/Artist: Tange Michi
Rating: PG

Summary: As an employee of the House of Representatives, Madoka is busy everyday. Domon, his colleague from another department, is a handsome, high-achieving super elite who’s always looking out for him. Madoka, finding it hard to deal with Domon’s flirtatious personality, refuses to become closer to him. By a stroke of luck, Domon suddenly gets the chance to help Madoka… But their “biggest” obstacle in their near future is…?! A sweet and erotic love comedy between bureaucrats!

Download/Read Online: Here

Note: Now an extra story about the second pairing, Domon and Madoka! :)