bisexual steve rogers

i really hope that dc announcing that wonder woman is bisexual sets off a string of dc and marvel announcing that all their superheroes are gay to try and one-up each other. like, tomorrow we wake up to find that marvel has admitted that captain america has been bi all along. then dc counters by making batman gay. next thing you know black widow is canonically ace. and no one stops until all their superheroes are somewhere on the lgbt+ spectrum  

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve wasn't in love with Bucky Barnes before his big freeze, but now he's falling head over heels for the Winter Soldier

Steve wasn’t confused about his feelings.  Not really.  He’d been attracted to men just as much as he had been women.  He might’ve had to keep his attraction to men fairly quiet until he woke up in the twenty-first century, but he’d never been confused about feeling how he did.  

The confusing part was Bucky.  Or, maybe the confusing part was that it wasn’t Bucky. He wasn’t sure what the difference was, exactly, and what it meant that he hadn’t been attracted to Bucky before he was the Winter Solider, but he was now that Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he used to know.

He wasn’t sure if it was the hair, or that shared life experience he’d mentioned to Natasha once, or if it was something else that Steve thought, somewhere deep down, that he should feel bad about because the change in Bucky had come at the expense of so much.

Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he remembered and that difference made all the difference.  He was darker and haunted and as strong as –if not stronger- than Steve and there was something wily that shifted behind his eyes, sometimes, that made Steve’s stomach flip.

Bucky noticed.  And made sure to bring it up when he knew he’d catch Steve off-kilter enough to talk about it (exhausted after sparring.  Steve would be damned if Bucky hadn’t timed it perfectly because he knew how good Steve thought he looked exhausted and sweaty.)

“You wanna do something about it, or are you trying to see how frustrated you can make yourself?”

“What?”  Steve sputtered.  He wasn’t ready and didn’t know what to say and felt guilty that he was attracted to Bucky (the Winter Solider) now that he had seventy years of unspeakable horrors behind him.  Steve wondered what that said about himself.   

Bucky sighed.  “I see the way you watch me.  Did you always do that?”

“You mean did I do it when – Before?”  Steve managed to keep his voice even.  Mostly.  

“Yeah.”

Let it never be said that Steve Rogers backed down from a confrontation. “No.”

Bucky nodded, watching Steve carefully, searching his face for. Something.  When he finally spoke, it was much quieter, secret-sharing.  “I was hoping you’d say that.” 

“What?” Steve leaned back against his locker.  He was pretty sure the wold was tilting on it’s axis.  

“Steve, I – I’ve been wandering around thinking you’re mooning over someone I’m not anymore and – and it’s not true.  You want me, not him.  I mean – you know.”

Steve nodded.  “Yeah, Buck. I do.  But what does that say about—“

“-Stop.  We’re both different.  This might be the best excuse to finally forgive yourself for the fact that seventy years just happened to change us both.”

It was Steve’s turn to pick apart Bucky’s expression and when he’d done so to his satisfaction he reached out towards Bucky, who leaned in in kind.  

JARVIS ensured the locker room was off-limits for the next week. (First for the privacy of Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes, and second for the repairs necessary to the space once they were through with it).  

aggressively queer steve rogers thou

steve rogers getting in fights even before he knew what it meant when the other kids called him ‘queer’ and ‘fairy’ and getting in even more fights once he finds out.

steve stepping out with boys and girls and not giving a single flying fuck who knows it. steve hanging out with drag queens and trans women and strange fey artists in all the wrong parts of town.

steve kissing bucky like a challenge and bucky kissing him back like a victory.

bucky’s parents no longer speak to them and their apartment has more holes than walls but steve proudly introduces bucky as his fella and no one in their neighbourhood blinks because everyone’s always known about that rogers boy.

the priest gave up long ago.

steve rogers getting his face smashed in and his arm broken in a police raid and grinning at bucky through the blood. “I had them on the ropes”

steve rogers lying on his enlistment forms to hide his sickness and multiple applications but also to hide his arrest record. steve outing himself to everyone once they’ve given him the serum. philips is horrified and carter smirks and steve just sticks his chin out, stubborn as ever and really, what can they do about it now?

steve rogers kissing bucky in front of the howling commandos for the first time right before a mission “for luck”. the howlies teasing them mercilessly. bucky getting called “mrs. rogers” more than his actual name.

steve rogers waking up in the 21st century and being absolutely fucking furious that his queerness has been utterly erased from the history books. sees articles and think-pieces and documentaries and not a single one says steve rogers was queer. sees biographies discrediting the howlies accounts of steve and bucky’s relationship.

steve rogers growling all this out at the first press conference after the battle of new york, glaring at the reporters and the cameras and fury just puts his face in his hands because god, rogers was supposed to be the easy one. steve cussing out republicans and racists and homophobes. steve refusing to do official interviews but always answering random people on the street armed with nothing other than their camera phone and the guts to approach Captain America.

steve rogers embracing the word bisexual with pride. steve crying when he talks about bucky for the first time after the ice to a fifteen year old blogger in starbucks. steve rogers attending rallies and protests and die-ins and his arrest record has its first entry in seventy years.

aggressively queer steve rogers.

okay but the idea of steve rogers being out as bi in the mcu is very important to me

steve rogers being a huge role model for bi kids. steve rogers showing up at pride events. steve rogers kicking biphobic ass.

Bi Rogers

(A/N): Heyyyyyyyyyy, guess who’s so sorry about her fanfic recently :D it’s me!

Summary: Steve is officially Bi, he’s known it since the forties, his only problem is how does he tell (Y/N)?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

   Steve gulped as (Y/N) stirred beside him; he had to tell them- he needed to tell them. They pressed against him, nuzzling their face into his chest, shivering a bit when the cold air of their apartment seeped through their sheets. 

   He couldn’t keep this from Them, this secret was too big, it was something they needed to know. He could barely stand to lay next to them knowing he was lying to them like this, pretending to be something he wasn’t.

    A shaky sigh falls from Steve’s lips as (Y/N) presses a sleepy kiss to Steve’s chest, their lips slowly curving upwards in what Steve assumed to be a smile. 

   "Good morning,“ Their voice was hoarse, raspy, and oh so cute. 

    "Mornin’” is all Steve whispered, his voice cracking even with the small word.  

   "You sleep well?“ (Y/N)’s lips move against his chest with every syllable, nearly sending him into a giggling fit but not now- not with such a serious issue hanging over him. 

    "Well enough,” Usually Steve would ask them how they slept as he swept them up in his arms, holding them to his body as he pressed a tirade of kisses to their skin but that wasn’t the case today. All he wanted to do today was get away from (Y/N) as quickly as possible. 

    “Nightmares?”

    “I guess you could say that,” (Y/N)’s messy head of hair perked up at his statement, their sleepy eyes looking at him curiously as though he were some strange animal.

    “Is something wrong Stevie?” Fuck- if there was one sure fire way to get him to melt it was to have (Y/N) call him Stevie, or any nickname for that matter. 

   "No, no, sorry, I just- mission stress and all,“ (Y/N) nods in understanding, pursing their lips in thought.

    "Do you need to go workout?”

    “Yeah, a workout would be great,” Steve sighs, finally grateful for having an excuse to leave (Y/N) behind.

    “I can make you some food afterwards?” Steve nods even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat until he told them.

    “Yeah, food sounds great doll,” Steve threw in the pet name for good measure, hoping it would convince (Y/N) he was fine. With a tired smile (Y/N) kissed Steve softly and even with all his guilt and shame he’d be crazy not to kiss them back. With their lips pressed to his he felt as though he could almost forget about the nagging little thought in the back of his head, screaming at him to tell (Y/N) about his huge secret but as soon as they pulled away the scream returned, louder than ever. That’s why when (Y/N) began to pull back Steve pulled them back in, whimpering against their lips, a quiet plea for them to continue. 

   "Steve- Stevie,“ (Y/N) broke away from him, leaving his lips tingling and feeling cold. "Are you sure you’re okay?” Now, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell them- 

    “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve smiled softly, “I just- I love you,” (Y/N) smiles at him gently as they reach up to affectionately ruffle his hair, something he rather enjoyed.

    “I love you too Steve, now get that cute butt down to the gym,” (Y/N) gave his leg a firm smack and flashed him a wink before they sauntered off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Steve watched them longingly, wishing for nothing more to join them, take a bath with them, kiss their hair as he rubbed the tension out of their shoulders- no, he needed to go to the gym, hit a few punching bags until the sand began to bleed onto the floor. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. 

   Steve quickly got dressed and grabbed some materials before heading down to the gym, locking himself inside so as not to be disturbed by anyone for a few hours. As soon as he stepped foot into the gym he was eyeing the punching bags as he wrapped his hands up tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly. He hoped by the end of his session the punching bag would be nothing more than a sad bag of leather and a few grains of sand- guess he had been quite right because by the end of his workout the punching bag had been beaten into nothing, all the sand having dribbled onto the floor. He knew he should clean it up but the promise of food upstairs and a warm shower was too tempting.

    “Jarvis, can you clean the floor up or send for someone who can?" 

  "Certainly sir,” And with that and a shaky sigh Steve tracked back up the stairs, up to his floor, and into his kitchen where (Y/N) was no doubt cooking him breakfast.

    Steve was silent as he walked in, his throat full off too many words, so many that if he opened his mouth they would come spewing out without an warrant so instead he kept his mouth closed and locked, not even the slightest distance between his lips.

    “Hey big guy,” (Y/N) smiled as they turned to face him, a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Steve gulps as he takes a seat at the kitchen island, his eyes trying desperately not to rake up and down (Y/N)’s form. “I’m making pancakes and coffee, sounds good?” Sounds delicious is what Steve wanted to say but all they got in reply was a small grunt of approval. (Y/N) eyes Steve warily but they dismiss it, after all they had earlier asked if he was okay and he had responded with yes so why question it again?  So with a concerned gaze (Y/N) goes back to cooking, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with Steve. 


   “Here ya go cutie pie,” (Y/N) placed Steve’s food before him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as they did, not even caring about the sweat still dripping off his body. 

   “Thanks,” Steve’s voice was hoarse and raspy, just as it had been this morning but a thousand times worse now. He winced softly as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the warm drink soothe his nerves a bit. 

  “I’m gonna go shower and get ready for work, are you gonna be okay while I’m gone?” Steve nods his head as he takes a bite of pancake, barely registering the taste in his mouth.

   “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” 

   “You sure? I can take the day off if you’d like-”  

   “(Y/N),” Steve’s tone was soft but firm, his captain side starting to shine through a bit. “I’ll be fine, promise,” (Y/N) sighs softly, giving Steve one last look before muttering an ‘okay’ and making their way towards their bathroom leaving Steve to sit all alone and dwell in his thoughts. 


   His coffee had small bubbles rising to the surface and his pancakes were slowly starting to soak up the copious amounts of syrup (Y/N) had piled atop them (Steve had always been a sucker for anything sweet) as he sat there alone, wallowing in his thoughts. 

   Steve had known he was gay the minute he reached elementary school, he remembered looking at the boys and liking them just as much as he had liked the girls but he was too young to understand what that meant and even into his early teen years when he started to develop crushes on the neighborhood boys he still didn’t quite get it. It wasn’t until he was nearly 25 when it suddenly clicked for him; he was gay. Not completely gay, just a little gay. He had actually found out using an unsecured laptop (Tony was always so nosy) that he was actually bisexual and from there it just clicked for him. He had accepted it and he was finally comfortable enough to admit it but was he comfortable enough to admit it to (Y/N)? The answer was no and that’s why he could barely been look at them right now. 

   So many things could go wrong if he told them- what if they found him repulsive or strange? What if they resented him for not telling them sooner? Or worse what if they left him? Steve chokes a bit on the tears caught in his throat, a sad whimper leaving his lips at the action. God- he was so pathetic, here he was, a grown man, crying all alone in his kitchen. And of course that’s exactly when (Y/N) decides to walk in (they always had the best timing) when Steve is whimpering and wiping at his eyes, a towel wrapped around their body as water drips from their hair. 

   "I forgot soap and- Oh my god Steve, what’s wrong?“ (Y/N) rushes to the man’s side, more than concerned with the way he was sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. 

   "I-it’s nothing (Y/N)-" 

   "That’s bullshit Rogers, tell me what’s really wrong.” Even though their words were harsh their hands on either side of Steve’s face were soft and kind, more caring then anything else. Steve sighs shakily as he unconsciously rubs his cheek against (Y/N)’s hand, sniffling once again.

    “I have uh- I have something to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time but I never had the courage and- god,” Steve sighs as he slumps back into his chair, rubbing at his aggressively red eyes.

    “C'mon Stevie, you can tell me, I won’t get mad,” Yeah right, like they wouldn’t be mad the man they’d been dating for nearly a year suddenly decided to tell them that he was gay. 

    “Promise?" 

    "I promise,” as extra reassurance (Y/N) presses a kiss to Steve’s eyebrow, allowing their lips to linger there before they pulled back, looking at Steve waitingly. 

    “So- so, I’ve been hiding this for years,” Steve bites his lips as the words finally reach the open air, something he had wanted for so long. He’d never admitted to anyone about his feelings towards men, back in his day it was frowned upon and he couldn’t stand the thought of being ridiculed even more. A sickly, small gay man? Steve was sure to get the hell beaten out of him for sure. So for 70 years he kept his secret with him, that was until now. “I uh- fuck,” 

   “Take your time,” (Y/N) gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, the small bit of contact grounding him back to earth. 

   “I um, I’m- fuck it- I’m gay,” Steve blurts out, feeling the words fall from his lips almost instantaneously. 

   “W-Wait, you’re gay?”

   “Not completely gay….” Steve trails off, biting his lip as he attempted to figure out how the hell to phrase his words. “I’ve always viewed men and women the same…I don’t really have a preference is all,” Steve mumbles, feeling his tears pricking his eyes once again. Now was the time (Y/N) would yell at him, punch him maybe, demand they break up, probably call Steve a whole slew of names but suddenly (Y/N)’s reaching up with their hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and run their thumbs under his eyes to collect his tears. 

   “Is that why you’ve been so strange lately?” Steve nods meekly which rewards him with (Y/N) gently kissing his forehead again. 

   “Why were you so scared to tell me?”

   “I thought you’d resent me, maybe you’d hate me, I thought that if I told you that I liked guys too then you wouldn’t love me anymore…” 

   “Steven Grant Rogers, that’s ridiculous,” (Y/N) kisses his lips firmly yet sweetly all the while wrapping him up in a nearly bone crushing hug. “I could never stop loving you and I don’t care that you like guys too, okay? I accept you the way you are and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” (Y/N) smiles at him their hands slowly playing with his hair at the nape of his nec. 

   “R-Really?” Certainly Steve was dreaming, (Y/N) wouldn’t be this calm about Steve being gay, it wasn’t just possible-

   “Really,” (Y/N) smiles at him. “I’ll love you no matter what, got that Stevie?” Steve smiles up at (Y/N), sniffling just a bit. 

   “I love you too (Y/N),” 

   “I still have to shower and I’m pretty sure you do too, how ‘bout I show you just how much I love you, hmm?” (Y/N) gives Steve a little smirk (one that had him nearly whimpering) and their hands upon his face suddenly feel like they’re burning his skin but in the best kind of way. 

   “I’d like that,” 

   “Then get your cute little ass into the bathroom,” (Y/N) gave Steve’s lips a peck before sliding off his lap, looking at him expectantly. Steve smiles as he slides out of the chair, following after (Y/N) as they led him towards the steamy bathroom. 

   (Y/N) accepted Steve as he was, they loved him despite the fact that he just so happened to like men and women and that’s all that mattered to him. 

one of my favorite things about ca:tfa is that steve and peggy did not (presumably) fuck. now wait wait I’m not dissing #steggy no no no, i mean i’m glad because it wasn’t essential to the plot and they did Margaret Carter justice. like there were no eye candy shots or steve ‘accidently’ watching her change. uh~uh. just playful, flirtatious banter and a sweet kiss before steve hopped onto the plane.

it’s one of my favorite things that agent Peggy Carter wasn’t just the (main) love interest or the sex appeal.

and that’s why i love that they didn’t get past the kiss so much.

She was, and always will be, an agent.

Some Stucky Headcanons

• Steve wakes up every morning to make breakfast for him and Bucky— sure, it’s enough waffles to feed the entire tower twice but he never, ever shares

• Steve takes Bucky shopping and Bucky wears every single thing that Steve asks him to try on. Every. Single. Thing. He doesn’t even mind because Steve gets these gooey little smiles whenever Bucky walks out of the changeroom in something different.

• Steve plays with Bucky’s hair, at first it’s just to help him to fall asleep but then it becomes a habit.

• Bucky sees Steve sitting and reading and just lays with his head in Steve’s lap, making loud irritating noises until Steve starts to play with his hair.

• Bucky can’t help but feel sad when he sees animals without homes. Long story short, his and Steve’s apartment is filled with more than 30 strays. Bucky has never been happier.

tofu-pofu  asked:

I'VE ALWAYS BEEN IN LOVE WITH BI!STEVE HAVING TO COME OUT + THE SUBSEQUENT SHITSTORM PLEASE DO THE WRITE

“…of course, people have found this very confusing in light of your relationship with Agent Carter during the war. Tricking a woman into a fake relationship to hide your-”

“It wasn’t a fake relationship.” Steve looks at the journalist like she’s crazy, on purpose. He’s just about sick of people’s wilful misunderstanding of his sexuality, so his new strategy is to treat stupid questions like he can’t possibly comprehend why they’re being asked. 

It sort of works. Nobody likes to look stupid in front of a national icon. 

“But you’re in a relationship with Bucky Barnes.” She ploughs on, slightly perturbed and shooting a glance to someone behind the camera. Steve wouldn’t have to deal with all this bullshit if he hadn’t very publicly yelled at and then kissed his boyfriend for almost getting himself killed (again), but well. Shit tends to happen to him. He’s had worse.

“Yeah. It’s seventy years later, I don’t think Peggy’s mad I moved on.” He smiles tightly like she’s making a joke. If only.

“So you realised you were gay after you were defrosted?”

“I realised I was bisexual at around twelve.” Heavy emphasis on the word, because this is supposed to be the fucking future and he’s getting really tired of how people still can’t seem to grasp the concept. “I was queer when Peggy and I were together and I’m still queer now. It’s not something you do, it’s something you are.”

Well, he probably could’ve held back from saying that. But he’s just about hit the limits of his patience and why can’t he be open about himself now? Everyone keeps telling him all the ways this century is wonderful because people are supposedly allowed to be themselves, why can’t it put its money where its mouth is?

“Commander, I don’t think that’s appropriate language for-”

“I tend to be inappropriate, it gets stuff done.” He smiles politely and stands up to start unhooking his microphones, because this interview is definitely over. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and - still being queer whatever I’m doing with my dick - get back to my job. Pardon my French, ma’am.”

That’s what you call a mic drop, right? he texts Sam on his way out, bracing himself for the absolute bollocking SHIELD PR is no doubt about to rain down on him. They should have studied history harder if they thought he was going to sit pretty and behave, though, so he doesn’t feel too guilty about the shitstorm that’s about to ensue. 

THAT’S WHAT YOU CALL A MIC DROP Sam texts back, along with a bunch of emojis that Steve’s pretty sure mean his friend is proud of him. 

Bucky just texts him a heart. Steve tries not to blush on the subway.