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im really sorry i havent been on lately. ive been real busy with work and other rl obligations. ive hit a real low in my life and im trying to pick myself up again. i made a new, slow paced blog that i dont take as seriously as i do with bucky, so if anyone wants to reach me, send me an ask and ill shoot yu a link.

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GENERAL PSA ;

001. i am changing my name from eiko to sachiko ( sachi for short ) so please call me as such from this point on!! it’d be v much appreciated.

002. i am sorry for my inactivity here. real life has been kicking my ass. i dont have as much time as i used to to be here.

003. im considering moving off of tumblr and moving rp’s to skype, for those who are willing. im more active there cause i can reply on the go, anyway. so if anyone wants to continue rp’ing with me continuously, ask for my skype handle!  

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GENERAL PSA ;

001. i am changing my name from eiko to sachiko ( sachi for short ) so please call me as such from this point on!! it’d be v much appreciated.

002. i am sorry for my inactivity here. real life has been kicking my ass. i dont have as much time as i used to to be here.

003. im considering moving off of tumblr and moving rp’s to skype, for those who are willing. im more active there cause i can reply on the go, anyway. so if anyone wants to continue rp’ing with me continuously, ask for my skype handle!  

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GENERAL PSA ;

001. i am changing my name from eiko to sachiko ( sachi for short ) so please call me as such from this point on!! it’d be v much appreciated.

002. i am sorry for my inactivity here. real life has been kicking my ass. i dont have as much time as i used to to be here.

003. im considering moving off of tumblr and moving rp’s to skype, for those who are willing. im more active there cause i can reply on the go, anyway. so if anyone wants to continue rp’ing with me continuously, ask for my skype handle!  

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GENERAL PSA ;

001. i am changing my name from eiko to sachiko ( sachi for short ) so please call me as such from this point on!! it’d be v much appreciated.

002. i am sorry for my inactivity here. real life has been kicking my ass. i dont have as much time as i used to to be here.

003. im considering moving off of tumblr and moving rp’s to skype, for those who are willing. im more active there cause i can reply on the go, anyway. so if anyone wants to continue rp’ing with me continuously, ask for my skype handle!  

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GENERAL PSA ;

001. i am changing my name from eiko to sachiko ( sachi for short ) so please call me as such from this point on!! it’d be v much appreciated.

002. i am sorry for my inactivity here. real life has been kicking my ass. i dont have as much time as i used to to be here.

003. im considering moving off of tumblr and moving rp’s to skype, for those who are willing. im more active there cause i can reply on the go, anyway. so if anyone wants to continue rp’ing with me continuously, ask for my skype handle!  

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STEVE.

               ❝You didn’t have to come today.❞ Steve responds casually, but the smile on his lips is soft. He’s completely infatuated with James Barnes and he was starting to become very okay without. A squeeze to his bicep has his heart skipping a beat.

               He looked back up at Rebecca as she moves to leave. He returns a small wave, grinning lopsidedly at her. She’s sweet. Spunky. He could see her giving the world Hell if it messed with her or her brother. He’s glad that he isn’t seen as a threat or problem. Steve liked the idea of being approved of. He looked forward to spending time with her one on one.

               However, a sharp glint takes his eyes as Mark stared at James in what Steve would consider a predatory way. If they were lesser animals, he might have even snapped his jaw at him. But they were human and all the ex-militant could do was stare pointedly.

               An apology catches his attention and he’s once again drawn to Bucky. Quite smoothly, Steve covers his daughters eyes with one hand and pulls the teacher in by his shirt collar. He kisses him passionately, Amelia giggling and wiggling in his grasp as she knows exactly what’s happening. “Daddy!” She squeaks happily. She tugs his hand off her eyes just as her dad is pulling back.

               ❝Now let’s go eat.❞

               He honestly has no idea why he was apologizing. It was nothing to say sorry for, and yet here he was apologizing anyways. And for people who knew James Buchanan Barnes, he wasn’t a very apologetic person by nature. He rarely said sorry for things unless it was something he truly felt at fault for. But Steve was different. He was someone he wanted to keep at his side, no matter what.

               His eyes peeked up between his thick lashes, a small sound of surprise escapes him when he’s pulled forward. A small groan rumbles in his chest, returning the kiss with a widegrin set on his lips. “I’ll take that as all is forgiven,” he mused quietly in a small chuckle.

               Now that he thinks about it, Steve has always been the one to initiate a kiss. He figures it’s going to take some time to get his head more into it, but there is no doubt that he’s interested in Steve. One day,he will find the courage to.James almost feels like a boy in middle school, still inexperienced and testing the waters.

               Hand reaching up, he laced their fingers together and wrinkled his nose at him. “Good, cause I’m starved.” 

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STEVE.

               Amelia was not the particularly forgive sort of child. That she got completely from her powerful mother. Her face lets go of the absolute disdain but a smile doesn’t return. Instead, she stays in a deadpan, eyes looked on Becca. Winning this little girl over was going to take some time. It had taken her a month in to school to actually talk to her teacher. She wasn’t shy as much as she was weary. For just a third grader, she had already been disappointed by many people in her life.

               Rebecca takes Steve’s hand to shake and he chuckles at being called unfun. ❝Sorry to disappoint. I’m much more of a protective than possessive kind of person. James doesn’t belong to me. I’m just lucky he lets me hold his hand, really.❞ He’s looking over at the other man with a gentle grin before watching the interaction between Amelia and the sister. His daughter simply darts behind him, gripping on to his pinky.

               ❝Her name is Amelia. She gets a little shy sometimes.❞ He reaches back and cups her head so she knows he’s got her. He whispers a couple things to her as the Barnes’ sibling bicker. It seems to make her more at ease and he even gets a bit of a giggle out of her. So, when they return, the little girl is standing more where she can be seen.

               He’s about to interject about lunch when another man appears. Something about him is completely unsettling to Steve and discovering that this is Rebecca’s boyfriend doesn’t make it any less so. As he watches the way Mark stares James down, it hits him. Mark is as queer as a two dollar bill. Not only that, but as an openly gay man himself, Steve can tell that he’s got a particular interest in Bucky.

               The comic book writer, though a soldier seems to apply much better, steps forward and puts a hand on the middle of his date’s back. He’s letting him know he’s there. That he sees it and has every intention of protecting him from something that makes him uncomfortable. ❝We wouldn’t have been able to eat lunch with you anyways, I’m afraid. I packed a picnic. It was supposed to be a surprise.❞

               A soft laugh escapes him and he rubs the back of his head. ❝Surprise! I guess.❞ He draws the people he cares for in a little closer, eyes turning to Rebecca. ❝Absolutely. We’ll plan a time for the two of us to chat one on one.❞

               Mark has always made Bucky feel a tad bit uneasy, though he could never really tell why. It wasn’t the fact that he had a tendency to lean in a little too close when he tried to whisper a playful quip toward Becca. Or the way his hand on his shoulder sometimes lingered for a momen too long. Obviously, James was okay with men being interested in him. He has nothing wrong with gays. It was just the fact that Mark was dating his sister, and the last thing he wanted was for his sister to end up hurt.

               Feeling Steve’s hand on him, Bucky looks back at him, feeling a tad bit more relaxed. Lunch with the four of them would have been nce, but that was before he knew that Mark would have been part of the picture. However, at the unexpected news, steely hues fluttered toward him before a wide grin touched his lips. “You didn’t have to,” he murmured, reaching out to place a hand on his upper arm before giving an appreciative squeeze of his hand. There was a bright glint in his eyes, and he’s never felt this happy in a long, long time.

               Rebecca looked between Steve and James, lips pressed together in a thoughtful line. James hasn’t been this happy since Caroline, who had passed away in a terrible accident. Ever since then, he’s kind of avoided anything that would leave him emotionally attached. Becca sometimes felt like she had lost her brother the same night they lost Caroline, but she was starting to see the old James again. 

               “Well,” the woman began, flashing the trio a smile and a wag of her fingers, “I guess that’s our cue to leave. You guys have fun, okay?” Giving a small wink, she hooked her arm through Mark’s arm and started to tug him along.

                            “See you around, Buck,” Mark responded, gaze lingering on James before he licked his lips a bit and followed Rebecca  along the path.

              As soon as they were gone, James let out a sharp sigh. Looking to Steve, he rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly, head slightly bowed forward. “’m sorry about that you guys.” 

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Anime expo is over so hopefully I'll have time to be on again this week!! Sorry for the unannounced hiatus, I was extremely busy with work and convention needs!!

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Oh hai there beautiful cupcake! Just stopping by to say you are a wonderful human being and a flawless writer I hope you have a lovely day c:

Screams loudly. You're so sweet and this was very pleasant to come back to!! Thank you so much!!

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☾ ★ ┆ STEVE. ☽

               He’s glad that Bucky isn’t upset, or angry, or anything like that. He’s still slightly worried. He doesn’t want Bucky to think bad of him, like he was leading him on or like he had second thoughts or anything like that. He knows how much he likes Bucky. How much he wants him. He just… well. He’s a tiny bit frightened of all that.

“You really don’t mind?” He murmurs, moving to flop onto his side, face to face with Bucky, their arms around each other. He kisses him gently, pulling back only a small way, their noses still touching, his eyes a little crossed just to see him better. “I didn’t… I mean, I didn’t want to, uh– I just didn’t wan to rush, I guess.”

⋮ ready to comply ⋯        Even when he was younger and chasing skirts, Bucky has always been the respectful type. If a dame showed no interest in him, he was never the type to try and change their mind and do something they were not ready to do. And this applied with Steve as well; more so because he actually cared about the other.

               His body shifted so that they could both lie more comfortably on the couch. His fingers stroked wherever they touched, but showed no indications of preassuring him into anything more. It was a alzy, soothing motion if anything. “I don’t wanna rush into it, either, Steve. We’re both new to this, and I’m convinced we have all the time in the world.” 

                  Theres a moment of silence before a sound breaks the easy air between them and he could not help but laugh, head ducking forward a bit. “Guess we should actually eat the food we ordered, huh?” He chuckled a little, clearing his throat. 

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☾ ★ ┆ JAMES. ☽

JAMES throat burned. not only at the fact that bucky was black, blue and RED over HIM – but because he wasn’t telling him. maybe he would let it out once they were back at home. but he doubted. he’d LIED after all. he had seen right through it, but his brother still lied to him. to protect him, sure – but he was a child when it came to bucky. he was raw in every emotion – and he was feeling so many of them in basic levels.  ( bucky could have been HURT. ) ( more than he already IS. ) FEET moving quickly so he could keep his back to his brother, he said nothing to him on their walk home. buchanan said nothing to him in return. why couldn’t they had just gone to eat the stupid special and come home? why did people have to CONCERN themselves with them. ( he’d have to find a girl. this was endangering BUCKY. ) throat working as the door wa shut, he was slower to remove his jacket. lining up his shoes nice. he looked over at bucky.  STANDING there with the crushed handkerchief – blood still dried on his face and body bruised and swollen. even though he had changed the conversation with topic of food before – he wasn’t going to let bucky do it this time. he wasn’t hungry. they were inside now. james had felt the lock latch on his own – protected inside walls where no one could SEE them. moving towards his brother, his throat working and adams apple BOBBING as he reached out and cupped his face. eyes darting all over him. he was still panicked.  “forget food. ’s hurt?” he asked, voice a little soft. “d’n’t lie to me – buck.” the comment was doubled edged. about the EXPLANATION and about the PAIN. he rubbed his thumb underneath buchanan’s lip. 

⋮ ready to comply ⋯        He wasn’t sure how he could even think about eating when he wasn’t even very hungry to begin with. In truth, it acted as some kind of distraction if anything. His back arched as he pawed his way around the fridge, finding that there really wasn’t much to snack on. Buchanan was more than aware of the fact that James was on edge ---------- he could feel it as if he was the one going through a panic. Which was why he was looking for something to stuff his face to begin with.

               He ate when he was nervous; a terrible habit of his, really.

            When his brother’s hand touched his face, he sucked in a sharp intake of breath at the throb which radiated from his tender jaw. Swallowing, he knew there was no point in lying to him. “’m hungry, James. Ya can f’rget about food, ‘m not,” he argued, but he did not fight against him. Meeting James’ eyes, so much like his own, the younger twin sighed heavily.

             “Jus’ a little tender, but n’t like I ‘aven’t dealt with worse.” He wasn’t sure how assuring, if at all, that was, but that was beside the point. Tearing his face away, Buchanan closed the fridge door before he peered toward his brother.

                                                   “’m fine, I mean it. Don’ worry so much. You’ll get worry lines.”  

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☾ ★ ┆ STRANGER DANGER. ☽

THIS WAS a good time to realize how little she had actually known English. Living in Seoul, she predominantly spoke Korean. But recently she had taken a trip to the Americas as part of her career. Unfortunately for her, she had lost the whereabouts of her translator. Joy. Nevertheless, lucky she could understand at least a few of his words. And she shook her head.

“A–Ahh…..From—-Hanguk– Ah– South Korea.” She gave a bow to the other, as if apologizing for her lack of knowledge to his language.

⋮ ready to comply ⋯        This was a language barrier he wasn’t really used to. He spoke German, Russian, and English on a fairly fluent level. But it was the eastern languages the soldier was completely unfamiliar with. A hand rose, almost to put her at ease. “South Korea? Yer a little far from home, aren’t ya?” There is quiet bemusement in his tone, a slight smirk touching his lips. 

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☾ ★ ┆ STEVE. ☽

               It was odd, wanting to make sure James was still willing to continue this trip with them. For so long it’s only Amelia’s feelings he ever thought about, sometimes Peggy’s. Steve was a strong, independent, stubborn man. He spent so much of his younger years being a scrapper. He was elegant with his words now (when not stumbling over himself like an idiot) but in his past he was all fists. Parents both dying when he was young, he never learned much else.

               The squeeze to his palm makes all the stress die from Roger’s shoulders. This man was an absolute blessing. Perhaps all those prayers to God had gotten through and He had sent James Barnes, one of His very own angels, just for him.

               Amelia was in the middle of explaining to her father the ten reasons why the Red Pandas where her favorite part of the zoo when Steve felt Bucky let go. He turned around to see if something was wrong. A woman with long brunette hair and brilliant steel eyes was giving his date a kiss on the cheek. She doesn’t really pull away, keeping a hand on the other’s chest.

               There is not a single moment where Steve’s face turns unpleasant. He’s smiling widely and facing her dead on. The more he sees her, the more he understand. Amelia, on the other hand, is staring up at her with the ugliest little glare. She can’t help it. She’s only a third grader. She crosses her arm over her chest and lets out a loud sort of huff.

               Steve extends his hand for the woman to shake, trying to prove to his daughter there is no need to be so territorial. He didn’t own Barnes. He was his own man. Besides, he’d know those eyes anywhere. He’s been staring at them all day and it’s a bit funny to see them on a different person.

               ❝Hi, I’m Steven. You must be… a sister? I’m just guessing. You look so much a like. Both very attractive people. Definitely winning the genetic lottery.❞ His smile is so wide and genuine. Amelia’s death stare doesn’t waver.

⋮ ready to comply ⋯       “Becca?” His sister’s name leaves his lips in surprise before a small frown of disapproval follows. “Are you tailing me?” He accused, but he returns the loving gesture anyway, kissing her cheek in turn. He doesn’t notice the huffing Amelia right away, too absorbed with the fact that his sister was crashing their date.

               When Steve doesn’t seem at all fazed by her intrusion, Rebecca gives a clear pout. One she most likely learned from none other than Bucky himself. “Well, you’re no fun, Steven. An’ here I was, thinkin’ you’d get all jealous like your little angel over there,” she all but crooned before she wagged her fingers at Amelia with one hand and taking Steve’s with the other. Walking over, she crouched to her level before offering the girl a hand. “My name is Becca. What’s yours? ‘m Bucky-Bear’s favorite younger sister,” she interjected, grinning from ear to ear when Bucky groaned loudly at the stupid nickname they gave him when they were young.

                  Feeling absolutely mortified that his sister was here, he cast a panicked glance to Steve, mouthing an apology. Stepping forward, James herded his sister away from his date and his daughter. “Becca Barnes, I cannot believe you!” They start arguing, shouting back and forward one another, but it was nothing serious. It was normal for them. There is clear adoration in both their eyes, and Becca is beating playfully at James’ back after he says something that upsets her.

              When they return, they’re both panting, and Bucky has an arm slung around his sister’s shoulder. “Because my sister is so generous, lunch is on her, right?”

               “Hey, I did-------”

                “Make it on me.” Before Rebecca could fully protest, another face appears at the Bares’ side. James immediately frowns and walks to Steve, creating distance between him and who is soon revealed as Rebecca’s boyfriend as they exchange a quick peck on each other’s lips.

                    “It’s fine, Mark, really. I was actually joking I’d rather spend the day with Steve and Amelia if you two don’t mind.” There’s slight tension as Mark and James stare each other down, neither of them seeming to falter until the other male scoffs and shrugs his shoulders.

                       Becca seems confused and concerned at the same time, looking between her brother and her boyfriend before she laughs quietly. “It was really nice meeting you, Steven. Maybe next time I can share all of Bucky-Bear’s embarrassing stories,” she interjected before things could possibly escalate. 

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JAMES.

STEVE.

               The little bar was hopping with people. The fact they found a table actually amazed Steve. The youth of this city had gathered up for a Saturday night out, living like they might be drafted tomorrow. He didn’t respond when Buchanan asked them a question. It seemed more rhetorical than anything else. Of course he wanted a drink. With the amount of girls already staring at the Barnes boys instead of their dates, he was going to need it.

               It was just a simple fact that Rogers was not as good looking as his best friends. Sure, he may not have been ugly, but he wasn’t what a dame wanted in her fella. Dating was apart of a social standard. The more charming, intelligent, and well built you were then the more dates you could get. Sleeping around didn’t get you any higher in status either. A man could screw every dame he meets and still wouldn’t be a considered a desirable date. You also had to be a good dance, something Buchanan (and James though he would never outwardly admit to it.) was amazing at.

               Steve had no idea if he himself was a good dancer. He had never danced with anyone, never got a yes in the past when he had asked a girl to dance. So now he stuck to his story of waiting for the right partner. It helped keep woman at a certain distance without making him seem absolutely queer.

               When it arrived, the scrawny young artist downed his ale like it was nothing. He was just about to request another one when a popping jay of a fella set a glass of scotch in front of him. “Hey, Rogers. Didn’t expect to run in to you.” The man is slightly taller than the twins, hair blonde with a ginger hue. His cheek bones are high and his dark brown eyes are locked of Steve’s face. He doesn’t even seem to notice the other two.

               Giving an awkward sort of half grin, Steve slides off his coat feeling too warm in this crowd. ❝Yeah. I’m out on a triple date with my friends.❞ He accepts the scotch, sipping at it. The other guy seems to lean in to the smaller one just a bit. “So… You think you could give me another art lesson if you’re free tomorrow. You haven’t called since the last one.” Steve changes from sipping the scotch to quickly finishing it off and pushing it back in to the strawberry blond’s hands.

               ❝I don’t know. We can talk about it later, Alan.❞ He clears his throat and looks away, making it clear it’s time for Alan to walk away. The man takes the hint and drifts off in to the crowd. There is another throat clearing cough and he looks at Buchanan. ❝What exactly do these girls look like? I mean, maybe they’re here and we just don’t see them.❞

HE’S hoping they got stood up. TERRIBLE, he knows – but it was his hope. there were no girls, and they were expecting a date. maybe they were doing their hair. or their dress ripped. or they were like buchanan and spent hours in front of the mirror – wanting to be just RIGHT. he snickered a little ot himself at his private joke on his brother’s behalf. james sat close to his brother, legs spread under the table so their knees were touching. he was about to open up with something to say to bucky – when someone was TALKING to steve.  EYES settled on the other, he looked him over. automatically wondering if this guy was here to pick a fight with steve – or even BUCKY ( the damn dame stealer ) – he sized him up. confident he could put him in his place if he started a row, he stared at him with cold eyes. and eavesdropped. ART LESSONS. that sounded like bullshit. was he getting paid for them? why was he coming up to steve like some kind of predator about ART LESSONS?  JAMES hand came over to pinch his brother’s thigh. jerking his head in steve’s direction, he said nothing for a beat when the conversation was directed back to them – and the man driven away. too busy thinking about the guy. steve. their group date.  “s’if BUCK w’uld miss a dame,” he murmured – voice sour as he stood up suddenly. “gimmie y’re wallet. m’a go get the drinks,” james was already reaching down and shoving his hand in his brother’s jacket and heading up front – not waiting for a girl to come round and take an order because suddenly he needed to WALK. 

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⋮ ready to comply ⋯        His eyes scanned the crowd. People talked among themselves, gentlemen flirted carefully with eager dames, but none of these dames seem to be on their own. If they did get stood up, however, Buchanan would barely see it as a loss. Even though he was the one who had invited the others, it wasn’t like it would be a bad thing if it was just them; it has been a while since they’ve all hung out together. Usually the twins was busy working or Rogers was sick or at school.

               “’how the hell ‘m I s’pposed t’ know?” The younger twin remarked, frowning around the rim of his drink once they were brought over. Yeah, this was totally hitting off on a good start. “They’re friends with one of my mates at the dock; ‘e set the wh’le damned thing up.” The only downside is that the drinks wouldn’t be free. But at least this way, none of them would get too drunk if they can’t afford more than they can stomach.

               Once more his eyes is scanning the crowds, and when he sees a group of girls come in, his body perks up. Not quick to shoot the gun, so to speak, he waits to make sure they were the gals they were waiting on. When they laugh among each other and end up joining a different group, Buchanan sighs out and slumps in his seat.

               His knee is pressed aganst James’, so he could feel him tense. He’s already looking before his attention could be called and he is frowning in slight disapproval at Steve’s friend. What the Hell was that all about? His eyes follows the man before he loos to James. Not a single protest is made when he goes through his pockets, and instead, Buchanan leans forward, calling for Steve’s attention.

                   “What’s this abou’ art lessons? How come when I asked ya t’ teach me how t’ draw, you told me tolet it be? You holdin’ out on me, Rogers?” His tone is playful in nature, but there’s something protective in the way his eyes glint. 

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