bakerstreet | I've got my weaknesses, too.

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I've got my weaknesses, too.

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You might be the biggest curmudgeon in the known universe, just as prickly as a porcupine. Perhaps you're on the other end of the spectrum, cool like a cucumber and never letting anyone get to you. They're not worthy of your time. Still, despite what the case may be, you have one little weak spot. The person you love gets all the sweetness and kindness you have, which admittedly may not be too much, and in your rare moments together, many would be shocked at how you behave. In fact, your special person might not even know that you can be grumpy outside of your encounters!

Well, goes to show that everyone doen't know everything about you, do they?

This meme is pretty shamelessly for fluff, opening up, dokis, and also more dokis.
Respond with your character, preferences, what role you'd like to play if it matters, and any other info.
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Hold still already.

[ it's a nice day out and all the windows of the house are flung open for the breeze. most of the house's inhabitants are enjoying the warm days before the heat of summer but graves is seated in one of the bedrooms (the one he's been staying in) with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and credence behind him wielding a pair of scissors.

it's just after a bath and just after getting dressed so his hair is still damp, the bandages on his leg changed, and credence is attempting to give him a haircut. how well it's going depends on how still graves is willing to sit, really.

credence is good at cutting others' hair - his sisters always look immaculate without mary lou hovering wraith-like over them - but his own had always been trouble so he'd let it grow. the point here of course is this: stop moving around, percival. ]

[ credence is charming when he's assertive, graves decides. when he's sitting there behind him, so sure of himself and a far cry from the timid, shy boy that mary lou has cowed into submission. no, this one is better, when he knows what he's doing and what he wants is obedience.

so graves stays still. he feels better now, his leg hurts less and he's sure he can start to put more weight on it. the bandages are clean, and he's freshly bathed. acutely aware of his warmth right there behind him, he does as credence says, looking forward. graves is not used to keeping still, but he supposes if he doesn't want a terrible haircut he's at his mercy. ]

You're a man of many talents. [ he says at last. ] What else can you do?

[ with the girls, credence is gentle but fast. with graves he lingers, running fingers through his hair and letting his nails scrape over his scalp. ] Cook. Clean. Take care of children. [ as though rattling off a list.

credence bites one side of his lip, carefully snipping away at a few ends. it's just a trim, basically, keeping the same shape as he used to have and taking it back to that old length. ]

Not much else. I'm a quick study though. [ he smiles. ] Do you want me to give you a shave after this? [ this is turning into an intimate bathing thread but whatever. ]

[ F/M for shipping, OTA for gen. ]

[The biggest grump.]

( open to f/f and f/m )

[open to anything. maybe even to smut, if I learn how to write it.]

[ooc: Would a Rey be okay? I can AU her into the X-Men!verse by making her a mutant with telepathy and telekinesis.]

Sure. Do you want to set it up?

[ooc: Sure! Just let me know if this is okay.]

[It wasn't that Rey was stand offish, she didn't mean to come across that way. However, she didn't make it easy for others to get to know her. She was used to living on her own, working to keep a roof over her own head. It was quite a lonely life, working from when she woke up until bed, but she had to take care of herself. The young orphan had no one to depend on and that made her a little rough around the edges. But, she wasn't the cruel sort. No, she still offered a helping hand to someone if they needed it.

Her life had been turned upside down upon meeting Charles and his friends. Learning that she was a mutant who had abilities that she could train and harness. At first, she was inclined to disbelieve him. It took a lot of debating (bickering on her part) until she had enough and in a fit of frustration made an item fly across from her, directly in Charles' path. He wasn't hurt, but she had proven his point that she had power. It was ultimately left to her if she wanted to go with him or not...and begrudgingly she did.

The Institute was the biggest home she had ever been in, but she wasn't going to waste an opportunity. She wanted to learn, but also wanted to help out as best she could. She was used to manual labor, doing what she needed to do to survive. That really didn't help in the 'friends' department. Despite what Charles and the rest told her, she wanted to earn her keep and simply earning good grades wasn't enough for her.

Ultimately, it was Charles who had to reign the young mutant back. He wanted her to actually enjoy her life, and simply working herself into the ground would go against that. So she had only a few chores around the place rather than the numerous ones she piled onto herself. With so few things to do now, she often went to the library to brush up on her studies...

Charles didn't put a limit to how many books she could read in a day.]

[ Charles encourages his students to pursue whatever they feel best. He is not their overlord (or their parent) to tell them how to spend their lives. Still . . . they are teenagers at heart and every once in a while, he needs to step in to . . . assist.

At least that's what he tells himself. ]

Rey. Again?

[Rey briefly looks up from her book to acknowledge the Professor. She's not being shy or trying to hide what she's doing. In fact, she looks a bit confused as to why he's concerned.]

What? I'm spending my time doing something constructive.

[ His lips twitch in faint bemusement. ]

Being constructive in one area is actually constructive, you realize.

Oh? Is it? I didn't know.

[ She was faking innocence then. Rey knew what she was doing, but she wasn't going to stop doing it. Because well, what else would she do? There aren't that many people she could talk to. Unless Charles feels comfortable with her working with Hank to find out more about the Black Bird--she is interested in how it works. What systems it uses and what could be done to improve it. ]

Was there something you wanted me to do?

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[ Charles doesn't need the full extent of telepathy to spot a blatant lie when he hears one. He doesn't need any, so the frown is telling. ]

Why don't you tell me? I'm sure you have some idea. Pluck it from my mind. It'll be good practice.

[ The brunette would e said something witty, but oooking at Charles and seeing the frown there, it wouldn't be a good idea. She didn't mean to make him upset, especially when he's done so much for much. Instead, she closes her book, letting it rest on her lap as she tries to use her powers. The rest of the world falls quiet as she focuses on Charles, trying to pluck that information from his mind. ]

I'm spending too much time cooped up here. I should be doing something else.

[ Really, it wasn't that hard to tell, but she was trying to see if there was anything else specific. ]

Should be is a dangerous statement to levy around.

[ At least it's one Charles tries to limit himself on. He's not here to play out his god complex among the students. No matter how empathetic he is, he's not always right. And it's important to remember. ]

But let's entertain that. What could you be doing?

[ There were so many answers to that question. Rey could be chatting with other students. She could be in the danger room training. Hell, she could be out and about like a normal young person, but she isn't. She prefers to stay inside the mansion. To keep learning and maybe spend time with the Professor. Could be doing other things with you.

The thought grazed over the surface of her mind, not out right broad casting it to him but he could very well pick it up. Yes, she cared for him a great deal, even fancied him, but she wasn't going to push her luck. He was someone she admired and chances are, he only saw her as a student. ]

I could be at the mall. [ Urgh, that left a horrible taste in her mouth. ] I could be practicing my powers, butt it's not very appealing. There's nothing wrong with a good book.

Nor would I say otherwise.

[ But he pushes his chair forward. ]

And I know, as telepaths, it is a lot harder for us to "fit" in, even among mutants. But there are experiences around us that makes us . . . richer people. You're more than welcome to spend more time with me if that's what you want.

I just worry you might miss out.

[ Rey wasn't trying to be disrespect, but she couldn't stop herself from averting her gaze and looking down at the floor. She knew that. She knew she should be doing different things, but old habits were hard to break. ]

If I had continued working in that junkyard, I would've missed out on a lot more. [ At least Charles had been able to convince her to leave her old home. Albeit, there was a heated exchange before she was convinced. And now, he was trying to convince her to do more...]

I would like to spend more time with you, but I don't think you'd approve. [ Because what she wanted to do, he might be against. Granted, she was an adult by legal standards, but he may only see her as his pupil and nothing else. ]

[ If he picks up on that thought, Charles doesn't seem to mention it. His smile is still gentle. ]

We can still spend time together if you like. But someday, like all my students, you'll have to leave this place.

[ His students were never meant to linger here, to soothe the old wounds of a lonely soul. This place will always be home and Charles will keep it that way. But it was never meant to be a cage. ]

And go back where? [ Because she had nothing before. Before she was surviving, working to keep a roof over her head and some small scraps of food in her belly. Now, she was getting an education and she grew to view this place as her home. She had some semblance of a life and in time she will want to do more. But for now, she was happy where she was. With him. ]

This place is my home. You can't expect me to leave when I have a place where I belong.

[ Its something she can cling to and have to call her own. He couldn't take something that precious away from her. ]

[Definitely the grumpy asshole of the pair.]

[Bucky Barnes was an asshole. He'd always been that way. His mother and father used to complain that there wasn't a nice bone in his body. Funny, he'd say the same about them. It was hard to smile when the only people you lived with didn't smile much, weren't kind to him or each other. He'd grown up in a house with parents who didn't have much love for one another, let alone their only son, and it'd soured him to almost everything. Relationships. Romance. Children.

He'd assumed, like everything else, that Bucky would never marry and do the picket-fence thing because there was nobody in the world who could tolerate him well enough for it.

But then he'd bumped into Sarah Rogers. A two-year old with her fists in her eyes, scrubbing away tears because she couldn't find her father - mumbling to herself that the mean people had gotten too close and pushed her away. He'd gently tugged her hands down from her face, told her to buck up and be strong, and then lifted her high above his head so she could look for the man who'd lost her in the busy farmer's market. They'd seen the small blond at the same time. Five foot nothing, a hundred pounds if he was being generous, expression panic-stricken and yelling the name Sarah over and over.

Not a kind bone in his body, not an open spot in his shriveled black heart, and yet, as the man pressed his daughter to his chest, eyes squeezed shut in relief, Bucky couldn't help but think it was love at first sight. Or something like that. His hands got all sweaty and he hadn't been able to string together a single coherent sentence. The guy had taken pity on him, exchanged numbers, and called him the next day.

That was six months ago and they'd just put Sarah down for bed after picking her up from the sitter. He knew what Steve was going to say, what he was going to ask. They'd spent the evening out for Bucky's birthday. All of Steve's friends were there, Bucky's parents, Bucky's co-workers. It'd been pretty obvious, to everyone, that the only person there because they felt anything pleasant towards Bucky was Steve. He'd seen the curious glances his way, the confusion at the way his parents were, the frown when Steve realized Bucky didn't have any friends at his own party.

He sprawls out on Steve's couch, watching as he sets the baby monitor on the table and straddles his lap, hands resting on his shoulders.]

Don't, Steve. If you ask, I don't think you'll like the answer.

[There was the Bucky he was around everyone else and the Bucky he was when he was with Steve.]

We should talk about it eventually. [ Steve's voice is quiet, blue eyes blinking up at the man - heavy, he'd mumbled just then, under his breath, paired with a pinch to his side - hovering over him.

It had been two years since Peggy died. Sarah hadn't been planned - they'd been broken up ages before Sarah's birth, Peggy favouring her UN work over wanting to start a family like he had. The split had been amicable, but during one of her trips home, they'd shared one more night together.

And then she'd told him the news.

Things had been going great, and while they still weren't together, never could be like the'd used to, they'd promised to raise her right, and together, lovingly.

Things had been going great. Until that night in the hospital -

But now he had Sarah, light of his fucking life. He made a good living, working for the Stark Gallery. The hours were flexible enough that he got home to Sarah at a decent time, had weekends with her. They lived a quiet, happy life together. And then they'd met Bucky, and Sarah, well - Sarah loved him, instantly. He'd never seen her warm up to someone so quick, and watching her blow kiss after kiss at Bucky whenever he'd be on his way to work, well. It warmed his heart in a way he'd never thought it would warm again.

He thinks he might have messed tonight up, with the get-together. Thinks he should have taken Natasha up on her offer to watch Sarah, ordered in and cuddled until they'd decided it was time for birthday sex, followed be a nap (because oh, god, Steve was tired) and back to Natasha's to pick Sarah up. ]

We don't have to. [ He wants them to, though - but it doesn't have to be now. Maybe at some point, but he wouldn't force it out of him, not on his birthday. Steve's hands ran up Bucky's thighs, slow and steady, and slipped up under his shirt, raking down his abdomen. ] We could talk about your birthday present, instead.

[Bucky knows two things. He doesn't want to tell Steve because he doesn't want him to realize that he's messed up and second, that's a stupid thought to have. Steve won't judge him or treat him differently, he knows Bucky has flaws, but he loves him anyway. It's just hard to adjust to a life that's so good and filled so completely with everything that makes him happy.]

I'm not nice. [There. He said it. Bucky frowns and tugs Steve closer until his chest is pressed to Bucky's.] It's as if there was never any room in my heart for anybody until I met you and Sarah. You made space and then filled it right back up.

People don't like me because I don't like them. I like you, and her. That's it.

[He loves his little blonds more than anything else in the world, more than himself and his parents and any co-workers he's ever had. Bucky's frown melts into something soft and sweet. He's got a lap full of Steve Rogers and how can he frown when something like that is happening.

Bucky arches his back and slides down a little on the couch, pushing his stomach up into Steve's hands.]

What'd ya get me? [His eyes are bright, mouth curved up on one side.] Bet it's the best gift a guy could get.

[Steve could give him an old shirt he pulled out of the trash and Bucky would cherish it.]

It somethin' we can open together?

[ Steve's mouth curls into a small frown as he listens. His brows knit together, teeth sinking into the flesh of his lower lip. ] We think you're good. We think you have a good heart. [ To punctuate this, he presses his palm to Bucky's chest, above his heart.

He loves this man, so much. He's never felt this way before, never found someone that fit into every piece of his tired, weary heart like Bucky did. And he sure as hell ain't letting that go. ]

I got you a few things. This is the first one. [ Steve stays as firmly planted on Bucky's lap as he can, leaning over to reach for a small, wrapped box on the side table, and holds it out to him. Inside, Bucky'll find a small heart keychain (that's the joke part, of course), and strung onto it, a key to the Rogers' house. ] Present number one, for my favourite guy.

[That's all that mattered, to Bucky. As long as Sarah and Steve wanted him in their lives, then he was happy and content. He'd found two people who he fit so perfectly with, a family of his own that showed him that he could love and be loved. It's not something he takes lightly.]

Oh, yeah? [Bucky's hands fall to Steve's hips, keeping him balanced as he leans over to grab the small box.] Didn't need to get me anything.

[This was the first birthday he's spent with Steve but he could tell his boyfriend wasn't the kind of guy to not give someone a gift. Something thoughtful too. Bucky unwraps and then settles the bottom of the box against his chest, lifting the top up. He freezes, eyes flicking up to Steve and dropping back down again. Sure, he spent most nights here, half his shit tucked away in Steve's room and across the place, but he didn't have a key and it wasn't official. He understood why - it's a lot and Steve wasn't just looking out for his own heart. Offering this to Bucky was a huge step and a lot of trust.

His eyes go wide and he runs the tip of a finger reverently across the little heart.]

You mean it?

[voicetesting! could be either grumpy or sweet, tbh]

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