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I’ve Made a Mistake (Ch.2)

still here everyone! The second chapter. We did not forget about y’all or this life-giving college AU. Hope you like it! @tokugawalady and I are, as always, so happy that anyone indulges us and reads this. <3 

Chapter One

I’ll go on ahead and tag some people I know read the first one. @frywen-babbles

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“I expect you to water the plants and to feed Ichigo daily.” Ieyasu’s deceptively sweet voice had more than faded away, leaving a sharp tone that kept MC on edge. “Don’t go poking your noise around in places you don’t belong.” MC nodded, biting her lip thoughtfully. Right, she could do that.

“If you do that, you should stay alive just fine, at least in theory.” He was sneering at her and suddenly she remembered the look of terror that had been on Toramatsu’s face when he had been talking to her.

Yeah she was screwed.

But hell, it was a nice apartment. Spacious, two bedrooms, two bathrooms. A decent kitchen and living room space. Her room even had a walk in closet! It was a dream for her rent price. The only drawback was her new roommate.

She shivered thinking about the cramped studio apartment she had been kicked out of not twenty-four hours ago.

If living here meant participating in some illegal activities and keeping plants and pets alive, she figured she could do it.

“Of course I expect you to be clean and to be quiet. I’m sure that even someone of your mental capacity could realize that we can’t have people poking their noses around here.” MC nodded, idly jotting his rules down onto a notepad. She’d heard tales of his capacity for cruelty and was doing her best to avoid confrontation.

Not to mention she felt like if she drew too much attention to herself the cops would be here at the drop of a hat.

MC would not do well in jail.

“Anything else?” She asked, trailing her eyes up his form, resting them on his angelic face. How could someone so physically perfect have such a shit attitude?

“You may not invite people over. The nature of my work demands some degree of secrecy. Which to dumb down for you, means you can’t just have all of your friends over.” You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yes sir.”

“That is all I have for now, don’t expect it to be the end. Someone like you is bound to break some rule.”  He turned on his heels, leaving you to admire his form.

You took a deep breath.

Time to unpack.

“MC, I really think you should at least let me check out the place I mean, you are a young single woman and he-“

“Inuchiyo, I appreciate your concern but you are not coming over. I have already moved all of my stuff in. I have already met Ieyasu. Its fine. I am fine.” MC kept her voice calm. She had been preparing for this.

“This witless manju is going to get herself killed. “a voice from across the room piped up. MC inwardly groaned. Mitsunari was never lacking in opinions. “I’ve never met a more aggravating base-born whore’s son than Tokugawa.” He was glaring daggers at both you and Inuchiyo. “Also, this is a damn library, show some respect and shut up.” His quiet hiss had you turning away. She couldn’t catch a break today.

“Look MC, all I’m saying is that you have options”

“Tokugawa isn’t a demon” MC huffed, crossing her arms. “I’m an adult, I can handle this. If I can’t handle it, I will leave. As adults are wont to do.” She grabbed her books, shoving them in her bag. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually have to study. “ She turned, stomping off.

Between Ieyasu and Inuchiyo she was going to end up living on the streets.

No, not today. She was more than willing to sacrifice her pride for that plush bed and lack of creepy manager.

The apartment complex was pretty empty when she got back. It was easier to study in the quiet of her new room than to try to justify herself to her friends. When she went to put her key in the door a voice stopped her.

“Hey are you sure you have the right place?” MC froze, stealing a glance over your shoulder. A tall, friendly looking man stood behind her with teal eyes as bright as a sunshine-filled day.

“Oh…U-Uh yeah. I am.” She turned to face him, offering out her hand. “I’m MC, a new tenant here.”

“Sanada Yukimura, I’m your upstairs neighbor.” He blushed as soon as her hand touched his. Endearing.

“Nice to meet you Yukimura!” She smiled, a bit forced. MC did not need any extra or outside attention at this point…she just needed to get inside.

“You’re staying here, at this place? I thought they already had two tenants?” He was still looking at you with that concerned face. Why?

MC had a feeling she knew why. She had a feeling that the reason behind his concerned face was a certain blonde haired man that she was now living with.

“Yeah, one of them moved out, so um, now I am here.” She gestured at the door.

“Oh, so you and Toramatsu?” The boy was blushing again, clearing getting the wrong idea.

“Er…no. Toramatsu’s moved out. I’m staying with Ieyasu.” The blush faded quickly on Yukimura’s face, replaced with a determined look.

“Are you sure about that?

“Positive.”  MC’s tone was growing more irritable by the moment.  She did not have the time…

“Just be careful, if you need me I’m upstairs.” Yukimura grabbed her arm, holding MC’s eyes with his own. “Seriously. Any time, I’ll come help.”

“T-Thanks?” She gently tugged her arm away and turned back to the door. “Really I appreciate it. I’ll see you around, okay?” MC fiddled with the keys as she heard him walk away. Once she was sure he had left, she opened the door, sliding inside.

“This is all too much.” She mumbled to herself before looking around. “Better do my chores so I don’t get kicked out.”

The plants came with strict instructions on water amounts, MC couldn’t help but laugh at the details.

Ieyasu was definitely a pharmacy major. His attention to detail and numerics was evident.  

Once that was done she turned her attentions to the rabbit.

Ichigo was a pretty bunny. Soft and brown. She chirruped when MC went to feed her the fresh veggies Ieyasu had designated.

“He really does spoil you huh?” MC trailed a finger across her soft fur, rewarded with a very pleased bunny.

Ichigo wasn’t scary at all.

“I wonder why everyone is so afraid of you, hmm? You’re a sweet little thing.”

Elsewhere in the town, Toramatsu woke up from a nap in a cold sweat, a nightmare of that damned rabbit playing in his head over and over again.

He turned over, covering his face with a pillow. Maybe one day he could rest.

That day just wasn’t today.

After doing her chores, MC set about to making dinner. Tempura and noodles. Something easy. She made sure to make extra for Ieyasu. Maybe he’d want food?

By the time he got back to the apartment she had cleaned and done most everything he had asked her to do.

And she was tired.

But she’d done it.

He stepped into the kitchen, barely sending a glance her way, grabbing a container of lettuce from the fridge.

“U-um.” MC stuttered only briefly. “I made dinner, if you want some.” He paused, a frown on his face.

“This filth is what you call dinner?” He pointed at the plate she had made for him. “I wouldn’t eat that slop if they were paying me to. What do I look like, some unhealthy stereotype like your friends?” Whatever she had done had really set him off because he wasn’t close to done. “I’m trying to actually live past 30,  in order to do that I decided not to indulge in that unhealthy nonsense are trying to pass off as food.”

Oh jeez.

MC shook her head, trying to hide the dejected look on her face as he continued to fuss. He went so far as to throw her leftovers away. No no. MC chanted in her mind, she was strong. She was not affected by this childish behavior.

He must just be hungry. That was why he was angry all the time, he didn’t have the right vitamins.

She looked away from him, standing and stepping out of the room, failing to notice the surprise on his face as she walked out.

She just needed to sleep.

“Toramatsu,” MC’s singsong voice was unnerving on the other end of the phone. Toramatsu sighed. He had been waiting for this call. In the background the sound of Yasamusa’s yelling drowned out most of the fear that he had of MC. It wasn’t like he had upgraded by moving out of his apartment.


“I just want you to know, that I understand why you did what you did.” Still sickly sweet. He wondered if she had taken lessons from Ieyasu in the last three days.


“But I’ll remember.”

And then she hung up.

you’ve got the run of the place, now that you’re running around (and may kindness, kindness, kindness abound)

Summary:  “Grandpère,” she says, firmly, because they are all but alone amongst the hedges and Papa says it is alright to call him that when they are alone. She is not sure if he is really her grandfather, not truly – but she feels right, calling him so, and he always looks so pleased when she does. She has been doing it all afternoon for just that reason, in fact, and each time – well, Marie thinks, there is a warmth. Her fingers tighten around his, and he does not move to take his hand away, but rather squeezes firmly back. “Tell me the story about the princess in the castle.”

gather round folks for phil has done it again (”it” being neglected her studies to write cathartic fic). this idea has been in my head for weeks, but something happened just last saturday that really planted this seed in my heart firmly and so couldn’t rest until i’d actually written it. i did do some research into the history surrounding it, though don’t quote me on anything, because i’m playing really fast and loose, here, but marie therese was really a daughter of louis xiv and his wife was really spanish. also, going by book canon, sources seem to agree that aramis managed to outlive all his friends and live solidly past his mid-sixties, and since anne historically died of breast cancer at 64, I figured this made sense, if you are able to put aside your Historical Math Goggles and just agree to cry bittersweet tears with me. title is from joanna newsom’s “esme”. enjoy!


“Yes, ma chère?”

“Grandpère, Papa has seemed very concerned of late.”

It is a mild day, the type of day where the sun is just warm enough to make one’s skin feel caught in a gentle embrace. The sky is a soft blue, and the air has but a hint of damp to it that settles well in one’s chest. A soft breeze skitters over the two figures in the garden and sweeps up through the rose bushes and into the open sky.

Along the stone path leading down to the hedges, the old man and little girl still in their walk. A bird calls somewhere across the gardens, but the little girl is not concerned with the bird, nor even with the mildness of the day; she remembers her governess once say that she is too young to appreciate fine weather for its own sake, outside of an opportunity to play outdoors. She, personally, does not agree with this assessment; she is perfectly appreciative of the weather. Right now, though, she has some very important matters weighing upon her mind.

Her grandfather, who knows this, reaches over and pats her shoulder, sighing very slightly.

“Here, over here, let us sit down for a moment.”

“Are you going to answer my question?” asks the little girl, not moving – not because she is not sensitive to an old man’s aching feet, but more in a way that suggests she and the old man are kindred spirits, of a sort, and just now she is quite sure of his evasive tone and intent.

“Maria,” says the old man, tilting his head in a manner which the little girl knows means he is about to tease her. “You did not ask me a question.”

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Courage and Kindness: Part 10

PAIRING: au reader x bucky barnes 



Finally we have reached the ball!! (I had to watch the dance scene so many times and pause it every so often so I could translate it as accurately as I could! I am now confident I could do that routine in my sleep)  And chapter 10 wow this has kinda become a monster whoops.  I think I’ve decided that I will post a new chapter each Monday I don’t know why but mondays have been the days I’ve been uploading on and I’m a sucker for routine, it gives me a deadline in a odd way! Anyway enjoy xx 

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Part 9


Originally posted by windfallx

You felt Bucky lead you, swaying gently before turning you both in a spin. You snuck a glance at the guests forming a circle around the dance floor.

“They’re all looking at you” you’re eyes were wide never had you experienced anything like this before.

“Believe me, they’re all looking at you” Bucky said, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned you out of his hold guiding you along the dance floor.

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Target Michael

Basically I woke up at like 5 in the morning and I couldn’t go back to sleep so this is the outcome I guess? It’s actually not finished so I figured I’d break it into two so it wasn’t this super long piece of writing. It’s pretty crappy and I also don’t know what to call this bc I’d like to do the other boys as well but for now we’ll call it a one shot . Enjoy! (:

You always found yourself at your local Target whenever you were bored, which was most of the time, and today was no different. You were un shamefully going through the toy section - the boy ones because they always got the better toys - when you notice faded green hair and an unfamiliar face.

Intrigued, you put down the toy in your hand, walking a bit closer to the boy not even trying to stock the shelf. “New?” you find yourself asking before you can even really talk yourself out of it. The boy, who clearly stands out, glances over at you, looking around as if maybe you were talking to someone else before nodding, “Uh, yeah, that obvious huh?” You shrug, taking a sip of your drink and quickly glancing at his name tag, “Nah, not really, I just have no life and spend way too much time here.”

You both share a quiet laugh then another moment of him carelessly doing his job goes by and you decide you’re torn, he’s easy on the eyes no doubt about that but you kind of don’t like him, seems like the type of person who thinks they’re far cooler than they actually are.

“You know, you should probably do a better job, how am I supposed to decide whether or not I like you if you’re fired before I even get the chance?” He smirks at that and you walk past him with an easy, “I’ll see you around, Mikey.”


You don’t find yourself at Target again until about week later with a friend and you’ve forgotten about the cute careless boy, at least that’s what you tell yourself every time he’s not in one of the aisles. After you’ve made a lap of the store - for nothing in particular - you figure he probably got himself fired, not that you were looking for him or anything.

You and your friend decide to head to the game section, separating because they only have single player but still shouting at each from across the way.

“Third place? Wow you’re worst than me.” You turn to find the faded green haired boy you weren’t looking for standing there with his arms crossed and a playful grin spread across his face. “Third place isn’t bad, there’s like nine other places that could be worst,” you protest with a slight frown. “I was just teasing, but you are worst than me.” “Bet you I could beat you,” you say smugly. “Bet you couldn’t,” he replies just as smug. There’s a tense second where maybe this was going somewhere before Calum - usually the electronics guy - calls out to Michael asking if he found whatever he was looking for to replace with the customer’s broken one.

“No, couldn’t find it,” Michael calls back and Calum sighs when he sees you standing there. “Should’ve known you’d find each other,” he walks by with a huff, easily grabbing the thing off the shelf just behind you. “Hi Calum,” you smile wide and child-like. “Stop distracting my help,” he furrows his brows. “Sorry, wont happen again.” Then he’s pulling Michael back to where he should be doing his job.


The next time you’re at Target really isn’t to see Michael, you’re tucked in your usual corner catching up on the latest tattoo magazine when he seems to find you. You pretend not to notice how he stands at the end of the aisle turning around a few times like he might just walk away but he doesn’t, and you make sure of that.

“Oh hey Mikey,” you smile over at him like you hadn’t just silently watched him nervously try to decide whether he should talk to you or not. “Hi,” he finally steps into the aisle. “Looking for a tattoo?” he gestures toward the magazine in your hand. “Oh, uh, not really, just sort of really like em ya know?” He nods, “Yeah sort of the only actual reason I got mine.” It’s such a lame line you find it kind of cute, going along because he still seems a bit nervous.

“You have tattoos?” even though you’ve already seen the ones on his fingers. “Yeah, a few, nothing all that amazing,” he shrugs. “Well let’s see them,” you insist. He shows you the ones on his fingers, you agreeing that the x does look pretty cool, then he shows you his to the moon and that one you really like even if there was no real meaning to it.

“So, you know Calum?” he slides it in so easily, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Mhm, I know everyone,” you reply just as easily. There’s something behind his eyes that tells you there’s more to what he’s asking but you brush that aside, changing the subject, “So you dye your hair often?” And just like that you two are talking as if you’d known each other for ages.

You spend a good half hour standing there chatting before the manager, Ashton, comes by with a if you’re going to distract him at least do it while he’s stocking shelves or something so you do just that, the two of you talking while he worked until your mom calls you home for dinner.


It goes on like this for a while, you always ending up at Target one way or another and the two of you getting impossibly close and impossibly inseperable, talking the whole time unless he’s at the register because that’s Ashton’s only rule. You help out when he’s fixing things on shelves and placing things back to their rightful aisle, letting him in on your favorite places in the store and talking to him about possible hair colors for him and yourself.

He finds you for his usual lunchbreak, in the aisle with all the magazines. “Look, I like this color,” you turn the magazine to face him, pointing at the girl with lilac hair. “For you or for me?” he raises his brows. “You.” “Purple?” he makes a face. “Why are you making that face?” you chuckle, closing the magazine. “Because, purple?” “So pinks alright but no purple?” you cock a brow. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you that,” he shakes his head with a small grin. “I think it’d look really good on you, just think about it.”

He ponders for a bit like he’s considering it then shrugs, “Lunch?” You nod, shoving him playfully when he rest his arm around your shoulder.


Todays no different than any other day, except that it completely is. He’s been busier than the usual and you don’t get to see him at all before his lunch break which honestly shouldn’t make you feel as disappointed as it does. When it’s getting closer to his break you ask Luke - another employee - if he’s seen Michael around. He informs you he’d seen him in one the aisles with all the little girl toys a few minutes ago.

You venture back towards the toys, passing the boys’ and a couple of the little girls’ until the very last aisle of girls’ toys. You stop in your tracks, watching him giggle like a little school girl with someone you haven’t seen around, figuring she’s probably new. It honestly shouldn’t make you feel the way it does but your stomach ties in knots and it’s kind of a really big slap in the face.

And maybe you’d read everything all wrong.

Part Two