#demisexual!steve

[the-seas-song]

Steve's Look of RealizationTM

[neonponders]

Grey Ace/Demisexual Steve with Billy who is coming on HARD with the flirts and seduction, but Steve is just ????

Lip licking, tongue wagging, skin exposed, little flirtatious touches and words - and Steve’s not stupid. He knows what Billy is doing, but he’s just not sharing in the gaga eyes that the girls have while watching Billy in the parking lot, or when he saunters into Scoops Ahoy.

Until Billy and Max come into the ice cream parlor and order the same thing. Steve didn’t expect them to have the same taste, but it’s easier to make two of the same thing, so whatever.

Then Billy pokes Max’s chest, causing her to look down and get flicked on the nose for it. Her surprise makes her drop her ice cream. Billy scoffs, “Every time,” and hands her his cone.

Then he glances at Steve, only to pause as he watches Steve’s temperature visibly skyrocket on his face and throat. Steve can only mumble, “I gotta go,” before he sits in the freezer for twenty minutes.

Eventually Robin comes in and asked, “Are you pissed at him or pissed off that you like him?”

Steve can only grumble, “I don’t know yet.”

[the-seas-song]

Steve looks so nervous here, it's hilarious! 😂

[gayswingbabies]

Cut Some Teeth Ch. 1 (Rated T)

Synopsis:  Steve Rogers is a proud, non-binary, art kid. Bucky Barnes is an emotionally repressed, sexually confused, all As athlete. A string of awkward incidents between the two of them soon lead to something more.

Wordcount: 738

Status: Incomplete

Pairing: Bucky/Steve

Notes: Later on in the story there will be queerphobic language, but never by Bucky. There will also be self-harm by chapter 3.

Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7818769/chapters/17844967

Chapter One: Making Friends in Bathroom Stalls

James Buchanan Barnes, perfect student and son was having an emotional breakdown in a bathroom stall. The stress of schoolwork, sports, babysitting his sister, and being one of the most popular kids at Brooklyn Academy had finally taken their toll on him. Sure, his adoptive parents were kind enough, but they were strict and little support in the emotion department. He thought of all the possible things they would say if they saw him sitting on the downtrodden floor, crying to the point of puking.

Oh God, someone just came in, Bucky thought, but was still unable to stop.

Footsteps closed in as someone else just happened to enter the stall right next to his. Sobs turned into choked whimpers as his body began to shake almost hysterically. There was an awkward silence until a gentle voice spoke up.

“What’s wrong?” “Go. Away,” Bucky barely managed to say, feeling the aching pain in the pit of his stomach coiling tighter. “Oh, come on. Who better to talk to than an anonymous pair of feet?” the other boy said matter-of-factly.

A small, sarcastic laugh gurgled out from Bucky’s throat.

“Guys aren’t supposed to cry. What would you think of me if you knew who I was?” “First of all, I don’t give a shit in space about what anyone is or isn’t supposed to do. Secondly, with all your blubbering I can’t tell who the fuck you are. So go ahead... Confess your sins.”

It must’ve been the nonchalance in the voice because Bucky felt a strange comfort right then.

“I just,” he said between strained breaths, “I don’t wanna disappoint my folks. My friends look to me to be the stable one. Even my teachers and coach put me on a pedestal. It’s too much. On top of that, my girlfriend broke up with me a couple months ago, and I guess I haven’t gotten over that yet.”

“Everyone expects me to act a certain way, but now I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t even know what I want. I swear, every day feels shittier than the last.”

There was a long sigh before the voice replied again.

“Yeah, I feel ya on the identity crisis bit. As for the rest of it? Not important as your happiness.” “But-” “‘But’ nothing. Look, I’m no therapist, but I know stress can literally kill you, and there’s no way in hell high school could ever be worth that.”

For a moment the itchy quietness settled in again.

“Listen, I hope you find your answers. I’ll shut up now.” “Thank you,” Bucky said, relieved to feel some of the tension release, “For not judging.” “Anytime, Stranger,” the voice answered with a slight tone of amusement, “I’ll give you some space to breathe now.”

He listened to the clip of the stall door and the soft steps out of the bathroom. He doubted he’d take the advice, but, for the moment, Bucky felt a little calmer. Teetering a bit, he stood up and made his way to the sink. While washing his face he pondered over who the soothing voice could belong to.

Well, that was weird, Steve Rogers thought upon exiting the boys’ room, I’m glad I didn’t actually need to take a dump, or that’d be awkward.

What they were really doing was skipping class for the fourth time in two weeks. Their math teacher was particularly lax about bathroom breaks, and so there Steve was, with their hands stuffed in the pockets of their cardigan two times too large for their small frame. Strolling down the empty hallway, they replayed the Charlie Bartlett-esque scene over again in their head.

How ridiculous was it that western society was founded and raised in such fragile masculinity? This poor kid was being pushed to the absolute edge before he hit 20, and he wasn’t even allowed to cry about it. School was Hell enough by itself without confining everyone to gender norms. Getting all worked up, Steve kicked a locker and accidentally knocked it open. A flyer slipped out that caught their eye.

Party @ Stark’s

This Friday @ 9

DON’T MISS IT!!

It baffled them how Howard could be head of the robotics team and still be so popular. Shutting the locker, they considered whether to crash his party or not. It would certainly give Steve something to do that weekend. Maybe they’d even find the mysterious, crying jock.

[dsudis]

I have a question for you that I'd like to ask many fanfiction authors. I would feel a bit silly sending it to all of them which I know that answer questions but if you answer it - and agree with it - I'd be happy to see some discussion! I chose you because you're my favorite author and always answer things so nicely :) So here it goes: Whats the difference between really deep friendship and love to you? Especially when it comes the canon stucky friendship vs. fanfiction I think about it a lot.

Speaking as an asexual biromantic: Dude, your guess is as good as mine. 

I mean, I assume that when you contrast “really deep friendship” and “love” what you mean is to contrast “intense platonic love” and “romantic-but-maybe-non-sexual love” (allosexual people whose sexual and romantic orientations line up seem to find that having/wanting sex is the distinction, most of the time, but presumably if that applied you would know) because of course a really deep friendship = love, broadly speaking. But I am still pants at teasing out any meaningful distinction between those two things in my own experience.

Uh, and less flippantly, I have a langushing WIP that actually lays out my theory on this in terms of how the relationships work, which I should really post sometime and/or write more of, but here’s the relevant bit:

Sleep never came in more than little snatches. Steve woke upevery time Bucky moved--and every time he moved himself and Bucky moved toaccommodate him--and when they were both managing to be still he would open hiseyes and find himself marveling at the whole idea of being in bedwith Bucky, because Bucky was his to go to bed with now.

Steve had had sex before enough times to know his way aroundit, but he'd never slept through the night--or not slept through the night, asit was turning out--with anyone he had sex with. He'd never had the chance togo to bed with someone he loved that way. For all the times he'd seen Bucky sleep,or slept close to him, for all the ways he and Bucky had been closer than Stevehad ever been with anyone else, there had always been a little separatenessbetween them. 

That, Steve realized, was what just friends meant. Not that there had ever been anything small about that love; he wouldhave given his life for Bucky any time since he was ten years old and thoughtit a fair trade.

But there had been a boundary they didn't cross, an intimacythey didn't deliberately intrude on. Bucky was asking to knock down that lastbarrier between them, starting with kissing and sleeping in the same bed withthe understanding of touch between them, and ending... who knew where. 

The two shall become one flesh. But itwasn't just about the way bodies joined in sex. It was about being a unit, likeBucky had said. About having nothing left to separate them.

Steve said a silent inarticulate prayer of gratitude--forBucky, for getting to know this about Bucky, getting to try this with Bucky. He suddenly couldn't imagine daring this withanyone else--and wasn't that what Bucky had said? Steve was the only one hecould imagine it with? Bucky had been talking about sex, but Steve thought thiswas a part of it too.

[musicalluna]

okay so when i said i don’t have any headcanons, i was lying. steve is demisexual and no one can tell me different.

[fragmentedsun]

Panromantic Demisexual Steve Rogers (◕‿◕✿)