#and if roger was just very bi and very poly

[reineyday]

i like thinking of 40 yo men in love as old man yaoi too but we all know that that's actually middle-aged man yaoi, and old man yaoi is exploring the way garp and rayleigh might be hooking up, as the men gol d roger left behind 😔

[sleepdeprivedsprout]

@m3tr0n0m333 i think I already shared this with you but

*drops sonic’s headcanons anyway (some of these are school related so uh high school AU sorta I guess?)*

He’s bi. And trans. And poly. Bc fuck you I say Sonamy AND Sonadow!!! /lh

^ Amy and Shadow are not dating. Sonic is dating both of them; however, he got permission from Amy before pursuing a second relationship with Shadow. Shadow is aware of Amy and Sonic’s relationship and he really doesn’t care tbh; but girls nights are fun bc Shadow shows up to bother Rouge Amy and Blaze sometimes

red jacket. White sleeves. Like letter jackets? This shit

he did track btw. He’s not even in school (anymore; he’s a dropout). He literally just runs with the track kids for fun

^ did cross country at one point too

#13579e < this is his hex code. This was ripped RIGHT off Sega’s logo

Very. Very. Very slight. Irish accent. You can barely hear the thing. But this is because Roger Craig Smith (Sonic’s VA literally almost everywhere except the movies) is of Scotch-Irish descent.

ADHD bc obviously

I’m actually tired of so many characters being closer to white. This man is outside all the damn time. GIVE HIM A TAN

god knows how he managed to pass algebra his freshman and sophomore years considering he has to get Tails to help him with things like 5+8

claims he can handle the spiciest chili around but he can’t exactly handle a habanero pepper either

[ideas-4-stories]

Sfw omegaverse anon -

The "omega bestie" thing was smth Shanks probably told Luffy - ((Shanks sees a tiny unscented little pup all alone and went "Oh it's free real estate" /hj.)) In actuality, Makino raised Luffy for a good deal of time, but he is a rambunctious child, and I think he'd pester Shanks for stories and songs and all sorts of things. Shanks is a softie and so absolutely caved. Luffy learned a lot of the pirate's code from Shanks as a very small child and he treated it like GOSPEL, bc Shanks was, is and always will be his hero. So he definitely also got some very silly stories about Shanks' youth, and Buggy starred in more than a few, but never explicitly by name, it was always "my best friend" or "my packmate" or, on really sentimental evenings, "my baby brother".

When Luffy first met Buggy in Orangetown, the few braincells he has left sparked a connection - blue haired, sweet smelling, silly, greedy, trickster clown man? Blue haired, sweet smelling, silly, greedy, trickster omega packmate of his semi-adopted dad? Yes, that math is mathing. Small world. Anyway, gotta beat this clown. His hands are rated E for Everyone.

So yeah Luffy definitely knows Buggy is an omega, and when Buggy mentions "we served on the same crew", it just clicks. It's not really a big deal to him anyway, it feels stupid to care about that kind of stuff. You could not PAY him to care (but if you want to try, it's best to pay in food).

But yeah, Rayleigh and Crocus just both went "Ah, the kids will be fine" and then the kids went and were very much Not Fine At All. But that's a conversation for a different time.

Their parental instincts only kick in when Buggy gets flirted with or when Shanks gets hit on with complete seriousness for followup. It's both obnoxious and also funny.

Shanks gets a heart flutter, and by nightfall his denden is ringing bc Rayleigh is 🤏 close to swimming out there what is going on, red-?

When Crocodile and Mihawk finally get their shit straight and start the whole Courting Thing, the Dad Squad Of Remaining Rogers are in perfect synchrony detecting a Disturbance In The Sanctity Of Their Children.

Crocus calls Rayleigh. Rayleigh talks to Crocus. Neither have Buggy's number. How did that happen? Damn. If only Rayleigh lived with a woman who has an expansive information network where she can check for Buggy's contact information. If only Buggy was part of a widely known business with contact information for business needs. If only they considered this information and just how many options they DO have at hand.

Instead, they call Shanks - Shanks who is having a meltdown because "Bugs is growing up" and "two Alphas, really?!"

This does NOT bode well.

One prospective courtship is one thing. TWO simultaneous courtships are complicated. Those two Alphas enacting the courtship being former warlords, a mafia boss and the world's greatest swordsman, is something else entirely.

Crocus is sharpening his harpoon, debating his options. Rayleigh is seriously debating free swimming to the New World. Things are about to go DOWN and it's chaos all around.

Meanwhile, on Karai Bari, the Cross Guild Poly has finally hit the Holding Hands Stage, because they're stupid, silly and none of them are actually working with anything resembling game. Buggy blushes every time Mihawk pulls out his chair, he melts whenever Crocodile gets the door for him, and he's absolutely LOSING IT every time they ask him to spar.

Fighting has become their love language somehow and every time Buggy lands a hit of some kind, the others damn near swoon, which makes HIM swoon, and the crew and mercenaries are just watching this like the weirdest slow burn soap opera ever conceived.

Anyway yee I'm sleepy so I'm off, byyyeee~~~~

Shanks definitely did a Roger, looking at Luffy asks around who's child this is and proceeds to pick him up to Benn’s dismay (That is not paid enough to deal with his captain’s bullshit) Good thing Makino raising Luffy for a good bit of time. Luffy pestering Shanks for all sorts of things too, that's so Buggy.

Shanks talking about talking about Buggy without saying his name, I wonder why he won't say Buggy’s name to Luffy. Maybe Shanks didn't want Luffy to go and find his packmate, but that didn't matter when Luffy met Buggy. Good thing Luffy has some braincells after all that training Garp put him through. And the ‘Yes, that math is mathing. Small world. Anyway, gotta beat this clown. His hands are rated E for Everyone’ Yeah that's so Luffy, like damn he don't spare anyone.

Not Rayleigh and Crocus thinking that Buggy and Shanks will be fine. Indeed that is a conversation for a different time. I understand that Crocus would of given the kids a few things they would need in life while Rayleigh probably like I taught shit, you are good. And dips into the night without saying goodbye to grieve his captain and be with Shakky (for some reason that seems like he would do that. Its a headcanon)

THEN not their parental instincts kicking when Buggy gets flirted with or when Shanks gets hit on with complete seriousness for fucking followup. OH NOOOOOOOOOOO, that’s not how parental instincts should be (I mean to be fair, neither were planning on having kids probably, but then Roger metting those two happened, but like… dudes that’s not how it’s supposed to work)-(Indeed it’s obnoxious and also kind of funny if you ignore that’s not parental instincts should work…) Shanks getting scolded by Rayleigh when his heart’s fluttering, I wonder who that person is, anyway Mihawk and Crocodile getting their shit together and start trying to court Buggy (you know he’ll first think that they are threahing him, so it takes sometime)

Started laughing at ‘the Dad Squad Of Remaining Rogers are in perfect synchrony detecting a Disturbance In The Sanctity Of Their Children’ I love that, you know it’s not only Rayleigh and Cronus because most of the veteran Roger Pirates helped raised them too (hc/)

Crocus and Rayleigh not having Buggy’s number is so them… but what if it’s the same number he always had and they think it’s the wrong number now? Have they bothered to check? Or if they had, Buggy had openly said it wasn’t Buggy’s number? There could be so much more drama, but anyway yeah if ony Rayleigh lived with a woman that can find people’s numbers because she got that information network, if only Rayleigh knows where his child’s business is, oh no it’s too sad that they can’t find anything…

THEY CALLED SHANKS! Oh no! That’s the last place to call to find Buggy and to check if he’s alright! That man is fucking drunk, crying, ranting and raving about this! Oh dear! RIP to Crocodile and Mihawk, even the littlest teasing bullying their clown will land them in bad graces if those men see it (dear gods what if they found out they beat the shit of Buggy one day, that’s when shit would it the fan. Buggy’s followers will have a fucking telenovela to watch, they just need to be a safe distance away because holy shit someone might fucking died in the crossfire) Truly things are about to go DOWN and it's chaos all around… “Big News” Morgan would having the time of his fucking life with this.

Meanwhile on Karai Bari Island, where nobody knows about what might happened later down the line! Awwwwwwwwww, they are now in the Hand Holding Stage!!! That’s so cute! It took awhile because of so many things, good thing they worked it out.

Mihawk and Crocodile being gentlemen to Buggy is amazing, and them asking to spar is like BIG invalidation for him. Fighting and bullying each other (affectionately) is definitely one of their love language. Truly is like the weirdest slow burn soap opera ever conceived.

[graceful-starker]

The Big Three

Summary: The one where Steve is a full idiot, Bucky is half an idiot, and Sam loves them both.

Warnings: jealousy and idiotic choices lol

Rating/WC: M/6506

Notes: There is mild stony in this one, but stony is not the main focus nor the endgame. The endgame of this fic is poly Sam/Steve/Bucky.

This starts off about a year before the main story (Just a Friend and Peter's Boyfriend) but ends about the same time Chapter Two of Peter's Boyfriend ends.

But! It can be read as a standalone fic, as usual.

~~~~

Bucky has spent his entire life liking Steve just a little bit too much. Since they were just kids; maybe before then. One of his very first memories is playing with Steve in the Rogers�� apartment, Christmas tree up in the corner, Steve’s parents dancing to carols and laughing. He had been watching them dancing, laughing, smiling at each other. Even as little as he was, he knew how happy they were and how much they loved each other. And he had looked at Steve and thought, he loved Steve like they loved each other. 

Now that he’s older, he realizes it’s a bit different than he originally thought: Steve makes him happy. Steve feels like home. Steve is associated in his mind with everything Bucky associates with love. 

As they were growing up together, Bucky went through a range of realizations and assumptions, some of which he’s since grown from and some which stuck. As he grew a bit older, he realized he can’t love Steve, because Steve is a boy and he’s a boy and that isn’t allowed. Then he couldn’t love Steve, because even if it was allowed, Bucky likes girls. He likes dating girls, he likes kissing them, he likes making them laugh the same way Mr. Rogers always makes Mrs. Rogers laugh. 

Then he realized maybe he liked boys too, and maybe he loved Steve. But then Steve was dating a girl from his church named Peggy Carter, and they’d been dating a long time and Steve called her his girl. 

And they danced to Christmas carols and he made her laugh and when they looked at each other, Steve got this sparkle in his eyes and Bucky knew he loved her. And Bucky wanted to be jealous, he wanted to hate her and wanted her to fuck right off; but she made Steve smile and Bucky loves when Steve smiles. He couldn’t make himself feel jealous no matter how hard he tried. 

Of course, now he knows they didn’t last. They were just high school sweethearts; they loved each other while it lasted, but then Peggy got a scholarship to a university in England and she moved away and Steve was bittersweet about it. He knew the long distance wouldn’t work for them, but he was sad it was over. They called it quits the August they had to go off to their respective colleges, but they were still smiling and Steve let her go with the promise of one more dance, sometime down the road. 

Then he told himself, he can’t love Steve because Steve is heartbroken and he misses Peggy and even if Steve did want to be with Bucky, which he doesn’t, Bucky isn’t sure he’ll ever really measure up to Steve’s first love. 

And then Steve got over it, and he came out to Bucky as bi, and Bucky realized: he might have a chance. If Steve liked guys, and he could maybe like Bucky, maybe Steve would be willing to try dating Bucky. 

But Bucky tried; he flirted and he hinted and one day he finally asked if Steve was interested in dating, and he had said I dunno, Buck. Maybe if I meet someone I really like, again. And then Bucky knew. Even if Steve liked guys, he didn’t like Bucky. Not romantically, anyway. 

But that was fine, for Bucky. He still loved Steve, and they’re still best friends, and that’s enough. They’ll never dance to carols in the Christmas tree lights, and they’ll never laugh in each other’s arms, and Steve will never look at him with that sparkle in his eye. But Steve will laugh beside him, and he’ll show Bukcy his drawings when he won’t show anyone else, and he’ll tell Bucky all his deepest secrets. And that’s enough. 

Bucky had still been getting used to the lack of hope in his chest for Steve, when they started their spring semester of Steve’s freshman and his sophomore year. They had signed up for the same psych class, and they had gotten there early so they could steal the desks in the back right of the classroom like always. 

And then a boy sat next to Bucky, and grinned at him. “Were you in anthropological theory last semester, with Dr. Pace?”

Bucky had blinked, turning to face the boy and see if he could remember him. “Yeah, I was,” he had said, still trying to recognize him.

“I had the class in that classroom right before your class started,” the boy had said, and pulled out his notebook. “I saw you sometimes, because you would always get there early.”

Bucky had smiled at him, offering his hand. “I guess it was fate,” he started. “I’m James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Sam Wilson,” the boy had introduced, taking Bucky’s hand. “So are you an anth major or a psych major?”

Bucky had laughed, because it had been funny to him at the time. “History major, actually. What about you?”

Sam’s eyes had lit up with interest, and he had turned his whole body to Bucky. Steve was shifting beside Bucky in boredom, but Bucky didn’t wanna be rude. “I’m a psych major and anth minor. I guess you beat me, though, unless the anth class was for humanities credit?”

“Beat you?” Bucky had asked, but he had felt like Sam stole all his breath when he smiled. “I’m a double minor, anth and psych.”

“Yeah!” Sam had said, leanings towards Bucky. “You got two minors, you beat me. Plus you’re a history major, so I guess you like people even more than I do.”

“Bucky,” Steve had whispered, and Bucky had felt bad. 

“Oh, this is my best friend, Steve,” Bucky had said, reluctantly turning away from Sam to smile at Steve. He leaned back in his chair so they can see each other. “He’s a psych major too, for now,” Bucky had said. Steve really wanted to be an art major, but Sarah wouldn’t approve. 

Sam had watched Bucky talk, but he had turned to look at Steve and his smile had disappeared. “You!” he had said loudly, pointing. “You’re the guy that always passes me when I run in the mornings! You’re ‘on your left’ guy!”

Steve’s face had turned bright red, but he had puffed his chest out proudly. “I didn’t know I had earned a nickname, but sure,” he had said, his own smile forming. “Now I can say your name when I pass you, at least.”

Sam had scoffed, scooting closer to them both and grinning. “Nah, nah, now it’s personal. Now I know you. Now I gotta beat you.”

“Not gonna happen,” Steve had argued, and Bucky had forgotten how to breathe for a second. He liked both of their smiles so much, liked the way Sam had a gap in between his teeth and he liked the way Steve’s dimples popped only if he was smiling wide enough. “I’m on the track team, and they’re even talking about making me captain next year even though I’m a freshman.”

“Oh, it’s personal now,” Sam had said, resting his chin on his hand. “You’re on.”

And just like that, they became a trio. They ran in the mornings; Steve usually lapping them while they laughed and struggled to keep up. They studied for tests together, they went to parties together, they even ate most of their meals together. They made new friends together; found a larger friend group together. 

They did things separately too, of course. Bucky and Sam studied for and talked about their anthropology classes without Steve. Steve and Sam race alone sometimes. Bucky and Steve share a dorm room together without Sam. 

Bucky falls in love with Sam alone. He falls in love with his laugh, with the way he throws his head back and laughs as loud as he wants without worrying about what anyone around them is thinking. He falls in love with Sam’s smile, and the gap between his teeth, and the way tilts his head when Bucky or Steve say something he finds especially amusing. He falls in love with the way Sam argues with him, the way they can bicker for days straight but know it’s all in good fun. He loves the way Sam talks about the things he’s passionate about, loves the way he can go hours straight ranting about a subject if Bucky goads him on. He loves how Sam talks about flying when he gets high, and the way he’ll hold his arms out as if the wind could take him away if he wished hard enough. 

He gets confused alone; because he thought finding someone else to love would free him from his prison of unrequited love for Steve, but he doesn't love Steve any less. He doesn’t feel like he’s over Steve, doesn’t feel any less affection for the blond. He still wants to kiss Steve and make him laugh, and Steve’s smile still knocks the breath out of him.

He’s scared to do anything about any of it, because he doesn’t want to risk losing either of them. They’re his best friends, and that’s enough for Bucky   

~~~

The only reason Sam has waited as long as he has to ask out the man who’s captured his attention for half a year is because he thought he was in a situationship. He had tried to hit on Bucky the first time he worked up the nerve to actually say something to him, but then the blond beside him had interjected himself into the conversation. 

Now, of course, he thinks their both his best friends. He doesn’t feel the initial flair of irritation he had the first time he laid eyes on Steve Rogers. But he had backed off, like the good friend he is, to let their seemingly inevitable coupling happen. 

But it’s been a whole semester and the whole summer and a few weeks after that, and neither of them have made a move on the other. So, Sam decided: why not? The worst that can happen is that Bucky rejects him, and they can both go back to pretending it never happened.

Besides, he thinks Bucky likes him, too, anyway. He looks at Sam the same way he looks at Steve, and he gets that same dumb smile on his stupidly pretty face when he looks at the both of them. 

The final straw was after Parker did that dumb quiz at the goading of everyone else. Some of the questions made Bucky look at him, and he had been looking right back. And other than the singular awkward comment from Steve about secrets, he didn’t do anything else. He had even gone to sit next to Parker after the quiz, leaving him and Bucky alone on the loveseat. It may as well have been permission. 

Just to be safe, Sam still waited a couple weeks, just in case the pair were simply working up the nerve. But Steve didn’t make a move, and neither had Bucky. So that’s how he finds himself here, in Bucky and Steve’s apartment while Steve is in one of his art classes. 

“What’s up?” Bucky asks, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to him. 

Sam grins and sits next to Bucky, bumping wrists with him. “Nothing much, how’s it going with you?”

“Fine,” Bucky says, turning his attention to the TV where some rerun is muted. “I’m a little worried about the anth paper due tomorrow, but I don’t really have anything else going on.”

Sam nods, tapping his hands on his legs anxiously. He opens his mouth to say something, and then coughs into his fist instead. 

“You okay?” Bucky asks, turning his attention to Sam.

Sam nods, scratching the back of his head before sighing. He felt so confident before coming over here, he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous all the sudden. “Yeah, I’m just. I uh. I have something to tell you.”

Bucky grabs the remote and turns the TV all the way off, turning to face Sam fully. “Okay. You can tell me anything, Sam.”

Sam smiles, feeling more confident again already. He’s sure that Bucky likes him back, at least as much as he likes Steve. “Bucky…I wanted to tell you that I like you.” He looks away for a second, before smiling again. “And I wanna date you, if that’s something you wanted.”

Bucky’s eyes go wide, and he swallows thickly. “Really? You like-you like me? Me?”

Sam smirks, turning to face Bucky fully. “Yeah, Buck. I like you.”

Bucky has a smile growing on his lips, and he ducks his head shyly. “I…I like you too.”

Sam laughs softly, because they’re like a couple of schoolgirls admitting to their first crush. He would find it ridiculous, except it’s hard for him to find anything Bucky does ridiculous. “So, you’ll go out with me?”

Bucky bites his lip, sighing and leaning away from Sam. “I want to go out with you, but I have to tell you something first.”

Sam quirks a brow, scooting closer. “What is it?”

“I do like you,” Bucky starts, smiling at Sam again. “I whole lot. But I also-I also like Steve. I know that’s a little…” He trails off, fidgeting and looking away again. 

Sam only shrugs, putting a hand on Bucky’s knee. “I know you do. I don’t mind it, if you don’t.”

Bucky blinks, frowning at him. “No, I mean…romantically. Like, how I like you.”

“I know,” Sam says, a fond grin settling on his face. Bucky’s eyes flit down to see it, before looking back up at Sam’s eyes. “You can like Steve too, I don’t mind. I want to date you, I want you to be my boyfriend. But if it doesn’t work out, I want you to be my friend more. We can always go back to being just friends, I won’t have any hard feelings.”

Bucky looks confused, but he finally nods, smiling. “I want to date you too.” He scoots closer, looking back down at Sam’s lips before looking back up. “And I want to kiss you.”

Sam smirks, leaning in until their lips are almost touching. “Then kiss me.”

Bucky leans forward the last little bit, connecting their lips and moving one hand up to cup the back of Sam’s neck. 

It’s everything Sam ever thought it would be. He pulls Bucky closer, ducking his head for a better angle. Bucky’s hand tightens on the back of his neck and it sends a shiver down his spine, makes him want to get that much closer. So he does; until his folded right leg is practically in Bucky’s lap and they’re as close as this angle will allow. 

Bucky moves his free hand up Sam’s chest until it cups Sam’s jaw, and Sam leans into it, improving the angle of their kiss in the process. Sam’s hands wander, one finding a home in Bucky’s long hair and the other gently fisting the front of Bucky’s shirt to keep him close. 

Sam is the one to pull away first, his head feeling dizzy after such a perfect kiss. He laughs breathily, giddy, and Bucky echos the sentiment. “Woah,” he whispers finally, his breath ghosting Bucky’s reddened lips. 

“Woah,” Bucky agrees, his usual smirk confidently in place. “C’mere,” he says, one hand sliding down Sam’s side until it squeezes his hip, gently encouraging Sam closer. “I wanna do it again.”

Sam laughs, because Bucky is just so…Bucky. But he does, he gets up on one knee and slings his left leg around Bucky’s hip so he can rest on Bucky’s thigh. He doesn’t really feel shy, per se, but the way Bucky is looking at him right now makes him feel some type of way. He’s hooked up with people since Riley, but it’s been so long since someone liked him like this. He could get used to it, he thinks. “Well?” he prompts, a grin in his voice. “You gonna kiss me again or what?”

And oh, he does. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours, Sam can’t really remember. All he knows is that it felt good to kiss Bucky Barnes, and to sit in his lap, and to feel up his abs and let Bucky feel him over in turn. They only stopped kissing because Steve’s keys were jiggling in the lock, and neither of them want to deal with that just yet. So Sam had given him one more soft kiss, grinning at him in promise, before sliding off of Bucky’s lap and settling on the other end of the couch just in time for the door to swing open. 

“Hey, Stevie,” Bucky says, the TV turning on and remaining mute just in time. “How was class?”

“Good,” Steve says, shutting the door behind him and locking it. “We were- hey Sam- working on shading today, and that’s always my favorite part.” Sam waves at him, and Steve smiles and nods back. He looks to the TV, making a face. “Why are you watching Friends on mute?”

“Really, really bored,” Bucky answers, shooting Steve that dazzling smirk that turns anyone who sees it’s stomach into butterflies. Or maybe Sam is biased; but Steve is not unaffected either. “Plus, I’m supposed to be working on a paper, and if I keep it on mute then I’m not technically procrastinating.”

Steve blinks slowly, brain whirring to try and follow the non-existant logic. “That makes no sense at all, Buck.” He hangs up his coat and makes his way towards the kitchen. 

Bucky shrugs, waits for Steve to be out of sight before turning his smile to Sam. 

Sam smiles right back at him, getting lost in those gorgeous blue eyes. Fuck, they may be able to not tell Steve, but Steve is going to figure it out eventually if they keep this up. And Sam, for one, doesn’t want this to stop.

~

It was perfect. Okay, it wasn’t perfect; the movie they went to see sucked ass and the popcorn had been stale. But they had fun whispering about it and making fun of it, and the ice cream they got after was delicious, and Bucky had taken Sam home and kissed him at the door. 

Sam almost invited him in, but they aren’t there yet and Sam is enjoying taking it a bit slow. He wants to enjoy the puppy-love stage while it last; enjoy the novelty of it, enjoy the secrecy from their friends. 

And now they’re walking hand in hand around campus, killing time together. Steve has a class that doesn’t let out for another 45 minutes, and then the three of them are supposed to eat lunch together. 

“I like when the weather is like this,” Bucky says, soft, like he doesn’t want to burst the bubble of happiness their enveloped in. “Cooling off but not cold yet.”

Sam hums his agreement, pointing at a tree in the middle of the courtyard. “I like when the leaves start changing color but they haven’t fallen yet. ‘S pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” Bucky mumbles, and Sam laughs at him, swatting his arm playfully. “Let’s sit under it, no one else is over there.”

Sam hums, already leading them over. “You’re just full of good ideas, babe.”

“I try,” Bucky snarks, sitting in between two roots and pulling Sam down to sit in between his legs. Sam is half facing Bucky and half facing away, one leg over Bucky’s left thigh and one under Buck’s bent knee. “Comfy?”

“Hmm,” Sam says, grinning up at him. “Pretty comfy. A little chilly.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but takes the hint, wrapping his arms around Sam and pulling him just a bit closer. Sam sighs happily and rests his head under Bucky’s chin, shifing a bit to make the angle work better. “Warmer?” Bucky teases. 

“Much better,” he agrees, kissing Bucky’s collarbone gently. 

Bucky laughs softly, gently rests his chin on the top of Sam’s head. One hand rubs at Sam’s arm soothingly, and Sam curls his hands around Bucky’s arm in front of him. “You’re more cuddly than I thought you would be,” he says after a while.

Sam snorts, pulls back to look up at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, kissing Sam’s nose. “Not complaining or anythin’, just saying.” He sits with it for a second, and then shrugs. “I guess you’ve always been pretty touchy with everyone, I just didn’t-didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

Sam rolls his eyes, kissing Bucky’s chin and leaning further away after. “You should stop talking. Put that mouth to better use.”

Bucky grins and wiggles his eyebrows, making Sam laugh before he shuts the both of them up by kissing Sam. Sam’s breath is still hitching with residual laughter, but he’s very quickly distracted by Bucky’s lips, Bucky’s hands, Bucky’s chest against his shoulder. 

Sam pulls away first again, because it’s like Bucky can hold his breath forever or something, jeez, and smiles at Bucky. “I-”

Bucky had been looking at him, but then his eyes flit above Sam’s shoulder and his smile disappears. “Uh oh,” he mumbles, but he doesn't sound very distressed. 

Sam turns around, tries to follow his line of sight. “What?” he asks, surveying the area. Then he sees him; Steve, cheeks pink and eyes wide. “Oh. Uh oh,” Sam mimics. Steve turns on his heel and starts walking far too quickly to be considered normal, and Sam sighs. “Well, that didn’t last very long.”

Bucky shrugs, and it feels weird around Sam’s shoulders. “He was gonna find out eventually, I guess. I wonder why he left instead of giving us shit.”

Sam looks at Bucky, unimpressed, but he doesn’t look like he’s fucking with Sam. He’s looking after Steve, lost in thought. But he isn’t racing to get up, to chase after him; no, he’s content to stay here, with Sam in his arms, just wondering. 

Sam is starting to piece together that Bucky doesn’t know Steve likes him back. Everyone knows Steve likes Bucky back, how can Bucky possibly be this oblivious. “If you wanna go talk to him-”

“Nah,” Bucky says instantly, smiling back down at Sam. “Let him figure out what he’s feeling before we ask him, I’ve learned that the hard way too many times growing up.”

Sam shrugs, moving one hand up to cup the back of Bucky’s neck. “Okay. Then, you should kiss me some more,” he unsubtly hints.

Bucky smiles, and Sam’s heart skips a beat, and oh, this is trouble. This feels an awful lot like falling love.  

~~~

Steve has a lot of friends, and his best friends are Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. But he can’t talk to them about this, right now; mostly because this is about them.

He quickly goes through the list of people he would be willing to talk about this with. He likes Thor a whole lot, but he wouldn’t be much help here. Bruce told Steve once, when they were high at some get together, that Thor called Bruce stupid for messing around with Nat. Steve doesn’t need to be told he’s stupid right now; he knows he’s stupid. 

He doesn’t want to talk to Bruce either. Bruce is either high, angry, or he’s depressed and all three of those versions of Bruce are not very good at cheering people up. 

Wanda and Vis wouldn’t be any help at all, as much as he loves them. Wanda would just pity him and Vis would talk about how life is more than watching other people live it or some deep shit like that, probably. 

Him and Rhodey aren’t close like that, and he wouldn’t care about Steve’s turmoil even if they were. Steve always has the feeling that Rhodey likes maybe two whole people other than Tony Stark, and everyone else he tolerates. A couple psych classes together isn’t enough to get Steve on that list. 

He thinks about going to Peter, because Peter is a good friend and he’s always willing to listen and offer advice to his friends. But Peter might be too nice, and Steve really needs to figure out what the fuck is happening inside his head, even if it isn’t nice. 

That pretty much leaves Natasha, who Steve should have thought about first. She’s probably his best friend outside of Bucky and Sam, her snark and charm making him like her easily. And she likes him too, for some reason, choosing him to talk to about her struggles with Bruce and Clint. Maybe it’s time she returns the favor. 

Except for, by the time Steve gets there, he can hear her and Clint going at it through the door. Something about always doing this, and never listening, and whatnot. He knocks on the door, hears Clint loudly ask if her other boyfriend is here, wishes he could take the knock back. Natasha huffs so loud he can hear it through the door, and it’s almost a growl. She opens the door with a murderous glare on her face. “What?”

“Uh,” Steve starts, catches Clint’s eye over Nat’s shoulder. “Well, I was hoping I could talk to you about something, but it seems like a bad time…”

“I was just leaving,” Clint mumbles, hands in his pockets. 

“No you weren’t” Nat hisses, looks over her shoulder at him. “This isn’t over, you aren’t off the hook yet.” Clint rolls his eyes at her, crosses his arms over his chest. She huffs and looks back at Steve, jaw working angrily. “It is a bad time, actually. I’ll call you later, okay?”

Steve swallows thickly, nods once. “Uh…” he looks to Clint, who tilts his head at Steve with a tired smile on his face. Nat is lucky Clint is such a dick about her feelings, or he would have left her a long time ago. “Right, okay. Call me later.” 

The door is shut in his face, and Nat doesn’t even walk away from it before starting her screaming again. Embarrassing me this, walking away from me that. It would be humbling, how little his relationship problems seem to be in comparison to hers, if his problems weren’t still bothering him.

He doesn’t want to talk to Tony. He half hates the guy with his careless attitude and daddy’s money, but Tony is nothing if not brutally honest. And, Steve has run out of people to talk to, really. Plus, Steve remembers, Tony is having relationship issues as well. Kind of. And friendship issues. Is anyone in their group still talking to Tony, actually? Nat, probably. Tony could never say anything mean enough to her to scare her off; she has thick skin. His apartment is closest to Nat’s anyways. 

He’s already there before he’s decided if he’s going, and he takes a deep breath before knocking. Tony answers after long enough that Steve was considering knocking again, a scowl on his face. “Rogers,” he greets. 

“Stark,” Steve says, cocking his head to the side. “Can I come in?”

Tony narrows his eyes at the blond. “Why?”

Steve rolls his eyes, fights the surge of irritation. “Jesus, Tony, will you just let me in? What, are you expecting someone? New girl-of-the-week?”

Tony scoffs, but he opens the door wider and steps to the side. “No, I just don’t like you.”

“Feeling’s mutual, pal,” he mumbles as he steps inside, letting Tony lock the door behind him. “But you’re honest and you don’t give a shit about my feelings, and I need help figuring out my head.”

Tony laughs at that, almost genuine, eyebrows in his hair. “You want me to help you figure out your head? I can’t even figure out my own head, pal.”

Steve rolls his eyes, paces the living room floor. “I think I might be in love with Bucky,” he says instead of answering.

“Okay,” Tony says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is that all? Took you long enough to realize that one.”

Steve makes a frustrated noise. “I saw him kissing Sam. I think they’re together.”

Tony snorts, piecing together the irony quickly, and shakes his head. “What, am I the expert of unrequited love, now? On waiting too long and missing your chance? Fuck off.”

Steve sighs again, rubbing a hand over his face. “Why did I even come here, you’re never any help. To anyone. Ever.”

Tony laughs, mean, cocks his head to the side. “What did you want me to say, Rogers? What were you expecting from me?”

“I don’t know!” Steve says, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “I don’t know how to feel, and I don’t know what to do now. All I know is that I just figured out I’m in love with my best friend because I saw him kissing my other best friend and realized I want that.”

“So, what do you want me to do?” Tony asks, his voice lower than it was a second ago. “Like you said, I’m not known for my emotional intelligence, or my stellar friendship.” He steps closer, and Steve stops pacing to look at him. Tony takes another step, and another, until they’re only inches apart. “That’s not my reputation,” Tony says, almost a purr, and his hand lands on Steve’s chest.

Steve feels his breath quicken, and he stares at Tony incredulously. “I want-I wanted you to…”

“Hmm?” Tony asks, lifting his palm so just his fingers are on Steve’s chest. Then he moves them down, down and down and down, and Steve half wants to yell at him and slap his hand away and half wants Tony’s hand to keep going, to not stop where he does at Steve’s belt. Tony’s fingertips hook under the belt just so, and his smirk is somehow both mean and inviting all at once. “What do you want?”

“Don’t,” Steve whispers, even if he doesn’t really want Tony to stop. His brain is too foggy for this, all of his emotions are swirling around inside and confusing him. 

Tony’s hand leaves his body, but he doesn’t step away. He simply cocks his head to the side, staring up at Steve in challenge. “I’m not going to talk about your feelings, Stevie. You know that; so what do you want from me?”

“I thought…” Steve licks his lips, watches Tony’s eyes follow the movement. “I thought you said you were straight,” he asks, buying himself time.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not, Rogers?” Tony asks, and Steve is startled by the vulgarity. 

And by how much he suddenly does, in fact, want to sleep with Tony. 

Steve steps closer, and Tony has to tilt his head up a bit to look at Steve. His eyes are pretty when he isn’t wearing his glasses, a deep brown that’s warm and inviting even if the look Tony is giving him is cold and calculating. “This isn’t a good idea,” Steve whispers, hands twitching at his sides. 

Tony smirks, then, reaches up with one hand to cup the back of Steve’s neck. It isn’t forceful or pushing; just there, just encouraging. “I’m full of bad ideas, baby,” he purrs. 

~

It’s hitting Steve all at once how completely he’s fucked up. Even more than he originally thought he messed up, before he talked with Peter. Before he thought he had messed up as much as possible by sleeping with Tony. 

Don’t get him wrong, he’s aware that sleeping with someone he kind of hates isn’t a great idea. Doing so because he’s jealous of Sam and Bucky is worse. Sleeping with a guy that his friend kind of-sort of has a claim on is even worse. But telling Peter about it is by far the worst part about his astronomical fuck up. 

He had been thinking that, if it were him, he would want to know. He would want to have been told, if Sam and Bucky had just told him instead of making him watch them flirt and-

But that’s different, because Steve isn’t dating anyone new. He isn’t trying to move on, and Bucky and Sam aren’t treating him like shit. It’s so obviously a different situation that Steve wonders how he could be so self centered as to not see it.

His mother would be so disappointed in him. 

To be fair, everything about Steve’s life right now would make her disappointed. The only thing he has going for him right now is that he’s actually enrolled in college and getting good grades. Maintaining his scholarships. That’s it. 

God, he has to see her in a couple weeks for fall break. He has to face her and look into her eyes and lie through his teeth about his entire life. 

Steve rubs a hand over his face, leg bouncing rapidly. He’s just staring out the window right now, fighting the urge to grab himself a drink from the fridge. He doesn’t want to use it as a crutch like that.

Sometimes he’s jealous of his friends, like Vis and Tony. Their parents are rich, sure, and he is jealous of that; he’s more jealous that they know they’re parents don’t like them. Steve is stuck in this in between area where they like him; but would they, if they knew who we really was?

Would they still love him if they knew he left the church? If they knew he liked guys? If they knew he was an art major, if they knew he was going to be an art therapist instead of a 500 an hour one? He wants to know and he doesn’t; because he thinks he knows the answer and he isn’t sure he’ll survive it. He loves his parents, so fucking much, and he doesn’t want to see the look in their eyes as they realize they don’t love him anymore. 

“Steve?” Bucky’s voice rings, making Steve jump a foot in the air and look over his shoulder. “I’m home. Are you here?”

“In here,” Steve calls, smoothing out his pants and pulling his sketchbook closer to himself. He had been half-working on a personal piece, not anything for class. 

Bucky walks around the corner, throwing his keys in the bowl. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. “You wanna talk about it?”

Steve looks away from Bucky, adding a few strands of hair with his pencil. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks after a long pause.

Bucky doesn’t answer for long enough that Steve stops and looks up. When they meet eyes Bucky lets out a loud sigh, rubs a hand over his face. “I don’t know. Wasn’t sure how you would react, really. We only got together a week ago.”

Steve looks away again, deciding to add some more shadows. “You know I’m bi, right? You know I wouldn’t-”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Bucky agrees, shrugging. “Not what I meant.”

Steve runs his finger over the page, blurring the lines until it’s just solid color in the shadows. “What did you mean, then?”

Bucky sighs again, pulls the other chair at the table out and taps his fingers on his thighs. “It’s different than some guy I met someonwhere. It’s Sam. It’s our best friend.”

Steve shrugs, smudging some more shadows under the chin. “As long as you don’t break up, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? Doesn’t affect me at all.”

Bucky scoffs, scratching at the table. “Stop. I know you have thoughts about this, I saw you run away after you saw us- saw us.”

Steve fights down the surge of irritation. Bucky is being reasonable, he tells himself, he just doesn’t want to feel vulnerable. “I don’t care that it’s Sam,” Steve only kind of lies. He does care, but he doesn’t know why. Probably some unreasonable reason, the same reason why he’s mad at Bucky for dating anyone else at all. 

“So why are you mad?” Bucky asks, not taking the hint. Or maybe he knows Steve doesn’t want to talk about it and that’s why he wants to.

Steve sighs, coloring in the pupil some more. “I don’t know. I’m mad you guys didn’t tell me. Your both my best friends, and neither of you-I don’t know. I feel left out.”

“You feel left out of our relationship,” Bucky says, deadpan, and he must be in a bad mood because he’s usually more patient with Steve. 

“Yes,” Steve says, half to be honest and half to piss Bucky off. He looks up, scratching his nose, glares at Bucky. “Asshole. I meant, I’m a third wheel again and I don’t like it. I’ve never liked being your third wheel.”

Bucky looks at him, his face softening. “You aren’t a third wheel, Stevie. You’re still our best friend. And we- Sam and I agreed that if stuff gets awkward or it doesn’t work we’ll just go back to being friends.”

Steve makes a face and looks down, rubbing under his eyes and shifting the page for a different angle. “Fine, then,” Steve mumbles. He scratches his forehead, leaning back in his chair and frowning at the picture. It’s missing something.

Bucky sighs in annoyance. “Don’t be a dick, Steve.”

“What do you want me to say?” Steve asks, just as annoyed. He angrily smudges the shadows again, added more and darker streaks with his pencil to intensify them before smudging them out again. He should have brought a q-tip with him. “I told you why I’m upset.”

“I want you-Steve.” Steve rolls his eyes and looks up, scowling. Bucky mades a weird noise in the back of his throat, his breath catching. His eyes soften, and he cocks his head to the side. “You got black on your face, sweetheart.”

Steve blushes pink and rubs at his forehead where he just scratched, scowling at the back of his hand when lead comes off. “Whatever.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, stands up. “This is why I didn’t wanna tell you. Because you get all pouty when something changes.” He goes to the fridge, grabs a beer. “Want one?”

Steve sticks his tongue out at Bucky’s back, before going back to his drawing. “Sure,” he says. “And I don’t pout, I’m not Nat.”

“And I’m not Clint, it won’t work on me,” Bucky retorts, passing the beer. 

Steve grins, feeling the peace slowly be restored. “Whatever,” he says, smoothing out his shadows a bit more. 

Bucky watches him add to the drawing for a few moments in silence, sipping o nhis beer every once in a while. “So, we’re good?”

Steve looks up, scratches the tip of his nose before looking down at his thumb in annoyance. Bucky laughs, and Steve grins, rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re good.”

“Good,” Bucky says. “So I can invite Sam over?”

Steve hums, looking back down at his drawing and trying to figure out what’s missing. “Yeah, sure. Order a pizza, too?”

“Sure,” Bucky says, already pulling his phone out.

[queen-thinky-thoughts]

What do you think about Deacury as a pairing

Let me start this by saying that I don't have anything against any ships. I don't think any ship is wrong. At all! Go forth and ship, be happy, enjoy.

But Deacury isn't really my cup of tea. It's just that John, to me personally, seems so very straight. (Even Freddie said so, more or less. lol) I find it much easier to re-imagine Brian or Roger a bit bi than John. Also, I find it much easier to imagine Freddie being into Roger or Brian respectively - even though I can't stress enough how much I do not think that he ever was irl - than him being into John, but that's just me!

Having said that, if it's well-written, I'll read some Deacury and I also had a go at it myself one time. It's just not a ship I usually go for.

Except in poly! As part of poly it works for me.

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Rock/Queentober 2020, Oct. 7th: Candle

Randomly assigned lad for this day: Freddie

Thus far, this is the only one I ended up having to completely rewrite. I didn’t dislike the first or second version I had, but those plot ideas were far too ambitious for this challenge lol. I might yet finish and post the first and second versions of this prompt at a later date though!

Also, am I still pissy about the power outage that took out some of my work equipment a few days back, hence why I keep writing about power outages? ....yeah I am lol. 

Synopsis: Poly!Queen with a personal dash of my fave poly!Queen headcanon, that in some version of it John is bi and splits his time between the lads and Veronica and his kids. Set in the early days of Queen. Their shared flat once again has no power, but they’ll manage just fine.

And hopefully also manage not to set anything on fire. 

TW for all the dick jokes. Why did this turn into that...

I don’t have a good explanation, aside from me being very tired and silly as I write this prompt for the third time now. 

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“Here you go,” Freddie said as Brian walked into the front door of their shared flat. “Everyone gets one, until the lights come back.” 

“Not again,” Brian sighed, taking the lit candle carefully from Freddie. “How long has it been out?” 

“You know how you left for your teaching job at about half past seven?” Freddie asked.

Brian nodded. 

“Five minutes after that, give or take a few,” Freddie said. “You lucky sod. Getting ready with something other than candlelight to light your bath, your wardrobe...” 

“Not nearly lighting the wardrobe on fire...” Roger added with a teasing grin.

“Hush,” Freddie said. “It was fine, only a bit of wax on a shirt. Nothing actually got lit up.” 

“Someone’s looking over us, obviously,” John said. “Because otherwise it’s pure luck we haven’t burnt anything, wandering around with these.” 

“I keep saying we need a candelabra,” Freddie sighed. “But it’s always, ‘no Freddie, what would we even do with it? When would we use it?’ Well, don’t you see those answers now!” 

“Do we have anything to set them in?” Brian asked, moving the candle as wax dripped down, nearly hitting his hand. 

“We have one candle holder,” Roger said, and plunked it from out of the end table drawer onto the coffee table. 

“That looks like a...” Brian cleared his throat. 

“Big fat dick?” Roger, Freddie, and John completed his thought in one voice. 

“I made it as a kid,” Roger said. “Mum insisted I take it with me wherever I go.” 

“I can’t possibly guess why,” Brian remarked dryly. 

“I was an inspired young artiste,” Roger sniffed.

“Inspired by something,” Freddie giggled, and set his candle on it, wincing as a bit of wax hit his hand before he could fully set it down. “Is there a set of clay milk jugs with nipples you made as well?” 

“Laugh it up,” Roger said, and stuck his tongue out at Freddie, then blushed. “Well...Mum did mention some that she couldn’t put out...oh...” 

“Aww,” John teased. “Picture of a young artist, hand down his pants-” 

“And with a strong memory of being breastfed, apparently,” Freddie interjected, as Roger blushed harder and dropped his head to the coffee table. “Oh, don’t be like that. It’s cute, you were only little.” 

“God I don’t want to know what else I made,” Roger muttered. “Why didn’t anyone stop me?” 

“I mean...it is a good dick,” Brian admitted as he carefully set down his things, moving the candle from hand to hand as he did. “Anatomically correct, for a little kid.” 

“That’s not a good thing!” Roger cried as he lifted his head from the table.

“I’m sure you probably saw a picture in a textbook or something,” Freddie said. “Or maybe...I mean, children are curious about those things, right? That’s what my mum says, or bemoans, rather.” 

Roger snickered. “Somewhere there’s a set of phallus obsessed drawings from Baby Fred?” 

“I could draw you that now, if you truly wanted,” Freddie replied with a wink. “But no, nothing like that. I think I just...asked a lot of questions.” 

“Every kid does,” John said. “All perfectly normal.” 

“And if you have kids that ask all about that?” Brian asked. “What’ll you tell them?” 

John blushed. “Christ, I don’t know. I’ll need some prep time. All the time before they can talk, to prepare for that.” 

Brian stepped into the kitchen to grab some small plates to use as extra candle holders, and called out to John. “What if their first word is dick?” 

“Oh, there’s a pickle,” Roger said. “Literally.” 

“How did we end up here?” John groaned with a laugh. 

“All thanks to me,” Roger grinned, and held up the candle holder. 

“I don’t know, I guess,” John said. “I...would maybe record their second word in the baby book instead?” 

“Got it,” Freddie said. “Make sure any kids you have learn the word dick first, then tits second. We can do that.” 

“Thank you,” John replied sarcastically, taking a plate from Brian as he handed them out and joined them on the floor of the sitting room. “You’ll all be wonderful uncles to any kids I have.” 

“Yes, we will,” Brian said. “Does it help if I’ll teach them maths?” 

“They can’t learn maths from you,” John scoffed. “They need to learn that from me.” 

“Think school usually handles maths,” Freddie added. “In my experience. Don’t think either of you have to worry about it too much.” 

“Supplemental maths learning,” Brian said. “And it’s the principle of the thing.” 

John nodded.

Freddie shook his head. “Supplemental maths...what fun Saturdays those will be.” 

“I’ll make up for it,” Roger said. “They spend the mornings teaching these poor kids maths, and then I’ll bring clay over and they can sculpt all the weirdly cock-like things they want!” 

“I was going to ask if this was the best use of our time,” John sighed. “But with the lights out...could be worse. And I’m invested now, for the sake of any future children.” 

“Ah, we’re all kidding,” Roger said. “Mostly, at least. You’ll have well-behaved kids anyways.” 

“We don’t know that,” John said. “Might be troublemakers like you. Sneaking sci-fi books into their anatomy classes...” 

Roger blushed. He’d been caught doing that exactly once, but they simply couldn’t let him live down how his lecturer had fully scolded him like a naughty child sneaking biscuits before dinner. 

“That’s good trouble,” Freddie said, to cover for Roger. “I think if I was the type for kids, I’d be happy with kids like that. There’s so much worse they could do, you know?” 

“Like nearly light their own hair on fire?” Brian asked, and moved around the table to jump behind Freddie and pull his hair away from one of the candles. 

It was Freddie’s turn to blush. “Yes, like that, I suppose. I didn’t notice...” 

“I know,” Brian said, and snagged the hair tie he kept on his own wrist for the rare occasions he wanted his curls pulled out of the way, and pulled Freddie’s hair gently into a low ponytail. “There. Now at least we can keep you from going up.” 

“Thank you,” Freddie said, a hand lingering over his hair as Brian moved back to his original seat on the other side of the coffee table. “What now?” 

“We could make dinner, if we could see better,” Roger sighed. “But that seems dangerous, and frankly, I’m not hungry enough to attempt it right now.” 

Nods all around. 

“Place bets on if we’ll run out of candles?” John asked. 

“You say that like these are the only ones we have left,” Brian giggled, then frowned. “Oh no.” 

Freddie nodded with a wince. “We’ve had a lot of outages lately...” 

“And after these are gone, what’s our plan?” Brian asked.

“I have about fifteen lighters, not all used up,” Roger grinned. 

“That helps,” Brian smiled. “But, a very serious question about them...” 

Roger nodded. 

“...How many look like cocks?” 

They all broke into laughter, and though the lights weren’t any more likely to come back on, the flat seemed lighter for it all the same. 

[freedom-shamrock]

In Ch. 3 of Bi- the Pricking of My Thumbs- You mention Luka and Juleka's father taking a hike because he couldn't accept his children (good riddance) and Marinette's parents are obviously supportive what with the Pride Cakes that were readily available. Can you tell me what the other parents, the ones we've met at least, what their attitude and level of support for their children (especially for their non cis-straight children) is? Does that make sense? Thanks for sharing your story. I love it!

Excellent question!  My default until I get to know people (or characters) is to assume everyone is bi. That said, I’ve thought a lot about these characters, so I do have ideas. I usually head canon Adrien as pan-demi, but the prompt for this story required me to modify things a bit.  So here’s how I see the class,for this story (and most of them align with my usual HC) - below the readmore:

Adrien - bi - bigoted asshole father

Alix - aro ace - her father accepts her for who she is; her brother figures this means she’ll be more focused on classwork (or interests) than boys or girls, and that’s good, so he’s supportive.

Alya - pan - her older sister is a lesbian, and very butch, so her parents have been through this before; they are accepting of their girls being who they are (after all biology is biology, and it can be seen in other species), but they don’t make a big deal about it.

Chloe - demi-sexual lesbian - everyone knows except her father who only supports such things in other people’s kids.

Ivan - hetero-romantic demi-sexual - we haven’t met his parents, but I think they’re fine with Ivan being who he is and loving who he does

Juleka - lesbian, not polysexual but okay sharing her poly partner - her father was an arsehole and her mother is over-the-top supportive to make up for it; for the purpose of this story, she came out earlier than she planned to because she wanted to be supportive of her non-binary sibling

Kim - straight (sometimes I HC him as straight presenting and adamantly ignoring his non straight tendencies)

Marinette - bi - when she told her parents, they immediately read ALL THE BOOKS so they could be THE MOST SUPPORTIVE PARENTS EVER; they had always been supportive of LGBTQ folks, including some Pride themed pastries in June and providing wedding cakes with specialized toppers and themes to fit the couple, but now that their daughter is a bone-fide member of the community, their patisserie is known to go full Pride theme (with all the flag options) for June; once they learn about queer teens who can’t come out, they start making sneaky cupcakes that are rainbow inside but plain vanilla or chocolate outside

Mylene - straight - her papa just wants her to be happy, and will support anything and anyone that does that.

Marc - nonbinary pansexual - given that they are able to present publicly as NB, I’m assuming their parents/guardians are at least okay about this, if not quietly supportive

Max - romantic asexual - I have no HC for his parent(s)

Nathaniel - panromantic demisexual - I have no HC for his parent(s)

Nino - pansexual

Rose - poly bisexual - haven’t met her parent(s) but I’m leaning with them being accepting and supportive (and if they aren’t, she’ll just move to the Liberty, where she’s loved).

Sabrina - she’s one of the toughest for me to place.  I could see her as almost anything.  Likewise, I could see Roger being anywhere from indifferent to very supportive.

[asthesluthumps]

Cast Of Characters

Professors

Professor Dionysus “Dion” Bacchus:  New guy on campus.  Professor of  Viticulture and Enology Department.  Actually a god.  Currently hooking up with Kitty.  Calls her Sparkles. Submissive, cooks Mediterranean food. Loves wine and to party. Now in a relationship with Kitty and Bucky.

Professor Bucky Barnes: Was in a poly relationship with Kitty and Steve but that is donzo.  Professor of Chemistry.  The bottom to Steve’s top.  Does not want to settle down with Steve which causes friction and not the good kind.  Was formerly dominated by both Natasha and Kitty. Sweet guy, bad at relationships. Now in a relationship with Dion and Kitty.

Professor Ben:  Old school friend of Will, going to start teaching philosophy.  Kinky AF like Will.

Professor James Conrad:  Associate Chair of the Biology Department. Big believer in “relaxation techniques” that use pressure points to relieve tension.  And excuse to fuck the students.  Heart of gold but kind of a himbo. In an non-exclusive relationship with Moonbeam. He doesn’t believe in such stifling terms as “love”.  Has a katana. 

Professor William Hiddleston:  aka Professor Hoe. Professor of English Literature. Not a god. Gives good grades in exchange for oral sex and your panties.  Then sniffs those panties.  Was previously in a serious, but non-exclusive relationship with Professor Laufeyson, they have made amends. Boyfriend/Girlfriend with student Maddie. Favorite movie Princess Bride.   Has a twin brother Father Thomas Hiddleston.  

Professor Loki Laufeyson: Professor of History. Also actually a god. Currently in a non-exclusive, living together relationship with JTH. In a prior serious, live in, non-exclusive relationship with Professor Hiddleston. They have made amends. Has a sex dungeon in his office. Like deflowering the students.  Likes ice cream. Oh he created this whole universe.  

Professor Magnus Martinsson:  Professor of Criminal Justice. Currently hooking up seriously but not exclusively with Spoons. Dominant but definitely would be submissive for the right person. Loves bacon cheeseburgers.  Might have a temper.  Has an amazing metabolism.  Has an idiot cousin named Bill at the school.  Also has skills in mediation and negotiation.

Professor Topaz Mills: Works in the Registrar office.  

Professor Steve Rogers: Professor of Biochemistry. Formerly in a poly relationship with Bucky and Kitty. The top to Bucky’s bottom. Wants to settle down with Buck and be exclusive. Formerly dommed by Natasha and Kitty. Apparently gives blowjob lessons. FUCKING DICKWAD. Currently exploiting and preying on Annalissa.

Professor Natasha Romanov: Professor of Political Science. Bisexual. Former domme of Steve and Bucky but left them.  Has something going on with student Miss Quartz. Hooked up with Hannah at When in Rome. Mostly keeps to herself.

Dr. Ruth: Professor of Communication.  Also a couples therapist.  They need it.

Professor Thomas Sharpe: not much is known.  

Students

Bill: He is funny, he is pretty, he is an idiot. Manages to get on the wrong side of Professor Hoe. His cousin is Magnus. Has no gag reflex and gives amazing head.

Hannah:  soccer player extraordinaire. Gets injured often. Got her cherry popped by Loki. REALLY hates Annalissa. Currently dating Escapo

Indie:  desperately horny Catholic girl. Involved with Father Hiddleston. Popped each other’s cherries. It is both filthy and wholesome. Good figure. 

JTH: Senior and sorority girl. Just changed major from interdisciplinary studies to Marketing with a minor in History.  Currently in a non-exclusive, living with Professor Laufeyson. Can be possessive and petty with little regard for the wake she leaves behind but has good intentions. Very loyal to those close to her. High school friends with Spoons. Generally game for anything. Currently hates Professor Rogers.  

Kitty:  Science major, but will welcome any credit in any area. Formerly in a poly relationship with Professor Barnes and Rogers. Currently in a relationship with Bacchus and Bucky. Is a domme. Has “punished” Father Hiddleston in the past for his sins as his requests. Punched Annalissa. Will fight anyone who tries to hurt Moonbeam. 

Miss Quartz: ( female, bisexual): Political Science major. Junior. A new student to SLUT. Transferred from another school but she rarely talks about why. Very studious, Type A perfectionist, teacher's pet. Is easily flustered and blushes quickly. Is currently crushing on Natasha Romanov (Black Quartz). Lost panties to Prof. Hoe.

Moonbeam: (female, pansexual, polyamorous): Xenobiology major. Sophomore. A very new age, open minded, spiritual person, guided by the energies she feels and the suggestions of her spirit guides. Reads Tarot at the coffee shop upon request. Is involved with Professor Conrad (MoonRad), Tanya (Moonya), Conrad AND Tayna (MoodRadya), Kitty (MoonKitty), Kitty AND Steven AND Bucky (MoonStukitty). Real name is Doris Mulvaney, but no one except Conrad knows that.

Sibyl:  New hot girl.  Wears designer chic. Is going to rush. Hangs out with JTH a lot.  Total party girl.  Loves being naked.  

Spoons:  (female, pansexual): theater major, has a Shakespeare kink, prefers to be a sub but will switch sometimes. Best friends with JTH. Is secretly a bit shy about initiating anything with anyone, but she's at SLUT for a reason and is down to fuck basically anybody, men or women.

Tanya Markova:  a quirky, new student from overseas; bi-racial, bisexual, and all bi herself. Taking biochem. (wow, we are heavy on the bi here. Anyway...) Is in SLUT's rowing team. Actually a nerd. Her distinct feature is her short, silver-grey, curly hair.

Other Adults

Father Thomas Hiddleston:  in the theology dep. He doesn't fuck casue celibacy, but will forgive your sins if you let him watch you masturbate and then will masturbate himself. That is until he met Indie, and now he fucks her. Regularly. Vows, what vows? Has since been fired, but plans to come back.  

Annalissa Grace:  (female, straight): Religious studies major, a nun-in-training. Huge bitch - tries to "save" the sinners on campus but is just a real asshole about it. Has no relationships; "relieved some pressure" with Prof Hoe one time, but now she's pretty sure that was a sin even though Father Hiddleston almost convinced her otherwise. Straight up bitch. Currently being manipulated by Professor Rogers.

The Great Escapo:  Former prisoner of the Gulag, Is out on parole now.  Current janitor (it is a thankless job around here.)  Enjoys soccer.  Dating Hannah.

Vinne the Hitman:  JTH’s cousin.  Yes he is a hitman.  Also bakes killer zucchini bread.  Plans to open a bakery and retire. Closest thing to a good role model JTH ever had.

Oakley the Bartender:  Full time bartender and budding porn star.  Has an OnlyFans page.  Loves shaking that ass for the tips.  Fucks in the bathroom at the bar.  And anywhere else.  Cousin to Bill and Magnus.  

[syllvane]

thanks @n-alianovna for the tag, you tagged me on one of my side side blogs so i am just gonna do it in here!

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 followers that you want to get to know better.

1) name: caitlin

2) nicknames: c, clint (to gen), idk

3) height: 5′8

4) orientation: confused but like i am like bi/pan/poly

5) nationality: belgian-american

6) favorite fruits: blueberries, raspberries, oranges

7) favortie season: fall!

8) favorite flowers: i really like daisies and sunflowers!

9) favorite scents: baked goods, vanilla, snow, and cherry lipstick

10) favorite colors: dark purple, black, dark red, dark green, like a very specific yellow color, and cream

11) favortie animals: dogs, polar bears, and deers

12) coffee, tee, or hot chocolate: i actually don’t really enjoy any of those three drinks. i prefer water and soda but mostly water

13) average sleep hours: 7-8 hours

14) dog or cat person: dog all the way!

15) favorite fictional characters: bucky barnes, steve rogers, steve trevor, diana prince, fred weasley, james potter, lily evans, rosa diaz, peggy carter, jake peralta, spencer reid, and probably a ton more i am forgetting

16) number of blankets you sleep with: 2 comforters, 1 sheet, 2 throw blankets

17) dream trip: probably going around europe and i would also love to go around asia as well

18) blog created: its been a little over a year now

19) number of followers: 3,465!

20) random fact: i get spooked so easily. like even if i know someone is there i will flinch when they appear suddenly or something

tags 20 followers you want to get to know better:

i’ll do this later, it’s almost midnight rn!

[pixie-skull]

My 2D Animated Ships

UPDATE FROM “SLEEPING BEAUTY”, AURORA I HAVE CHOSEN AS MY FACECLIAIM

So after seeing @airasora and now @myhollie1911 ships, here are mine. So I do have too many, yet I try to name all my animated/cartoon ones, at least hand drawn. Lord this going be both fun and kinda make me turn pink. Heads up these can always change.

My ships: (non)Disney

* Adam/Beast X Jaq/Mouse (beauty and the beast)  (Cinderella 1-3)

Adam/Beast I see as pansexual panromantic and Jaq is ace and polyromantic (likes all genders expect women)

* Alamthea X Aurora (sleepy beauty)

I see Alamthea as panromantic and ace, Aurora Panromantic ace or Demi, romantic fluff

* Alamthea X Aurora X Main Muse (Heracles) polyamorous ship

I like the idea being so many magical women dating. XD

* (OTP) Alamthea X Frodo (the last unicorn) (the lord of the rings, 1978) 

very romantic, Frodo Biromantic graysexual

* Alamthea X Garret (quest for Camelot), 

Garret, I see as straight, yet also romantic. I was inspired by the first roleplay I ever have seen on youtube, of a (non)Disney crossover known as “sixth sense”

* Alamthea X Schmendrick (the last unicorn)

Schmendrick is ace heteroromantic

*Annie X Professor (iron giant) (Powerpuff girls)

Annie is bi, Professor straight and both are strong and cute single parents

*Annie X Tiana (princess and the frog)

Both bi, shout to @thenamelessdoll for this ship and next one

Annie X Tiana X Ciderella (Ciderella)

polyamorous, Ciderella is gay

* Aurora X Belle (beauty and the beast)

Belle is demisexual Panromantic

* Aurora X Esmerelda (hunchback of Notre Dame) 

Esmerelda is Pan

* Anya X Lonette (Cool World)

Anya is Panromantic and demisexual, Lonette is bi

* Anya X Kale (Sinbad and the seven seas)

Kale is straight

* Aroua X Naveen

* (OTP fem[e]slash]) Belle X Esmerlda (beauty and the beast) 

* OTP fem[e]slash]) Belle X Esmerelda X Kida X Mulan (Atlantis) (Mulan)

 yes a polyamorous ship all, but Kida (who is polysexual) are the pan. Mulan bigender

* Jessica Rabbit X Tiana (who framed roger rabbit) 

Jessica is ace and I want to say homoromantic

*  Kida X Mulan

Either together as two or polymarous with Belle and Esmerelda

Miguel X Milo (Atlantis)

Even though Milo I really like with Kida, for him so adorable or in his case aDORKable with her, I say his sexuality is gay on this ship.

Miguel X Naveen (princess and the frog)

Naveen I can see as bi

* (OTP slash) Miguel X Shang ( road to el dorado) (Mulan)

Miguel is gay and Shang bi, yet prefers men.

* Chel X Tulio X Miguel ( road to el dorado) polymarous ship

Chel bi, Tulio poly, Miguel gay, how it works, Tulio dates both, yet the two do not date to other. If too confusing, then just know all three in this mini-universe can date each other.

*David X Ariel (the little mermaid)

David Biromantic ace Ariel I think straight, could change 

* David X Megera (Hercules) (lilo and stitch)

Meg panromantic Demisexual

* Hercules X Tarzan (hercules) (tarzan)

Hercules is to me gay, Tarzen pan

* Hercules X Tarzan X Shang polymarous ship

* Kuzco (I personally headcanon him also autistic, not just homosexual homoromantic) X Heracles 

* Jasmine X Yum-Yum (Aladdin) (thief and the cobbler)

Jasmine pansexual demiromantic and Yum-Yum Pansexual Panromantic

* Jasmine X Yum-Yum X Tack (thief and the cobbler) polyamorous

Tack is to me demiromantic-pan ace so makes romantic feels, yet demi too

* Megera X Esmeralda

* Megera X Marina

Marine I see polysexual, yet leans towards women, as well I see Marina as non-binary like Demi-girl

* Nita X Nakoma (Brother Bear 2) (Pocahontas)

Nita Pan (yet likes women and two-spirit more), Nakoma I see as homosexual homoromantic

* Flora, X Fauna, X Merryweather (sleepy beauty) polyamorous romantic and yes all lesbian 

* (Anti cute, just love-hate) Aladdin X Dimitri (Aladdin) (Anastasia)

both are bi, yet try to hide their feelings, but also hate each other. Need some angst. XD

So why so many Auroras and Megeras, both I am trying to decide to be my faceclaim and I like to ship with some of my crushes. XD I am likely to have more ships. So enjoy these little boats for now. Do you like those shown? Also, I would pick Meg for I could cosplay her easier, yet I been told if Aurora had brown hair and blue eyes, I could look cosplay her easily. Only I really like Aurora design over Meg’s not typical Disney look. Ugh still deciding who to choose.

[jackawful]

rules | answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!

tagged by @parzifalsjudgment

welp here we go

name | Bard


nicknames | Bard is like…a really serious longstanding nickname? You don’t get to know my legal name unless you ask or I tell you :P




zodiac sign | scorpio who is constantly aggravated at astrology as a thing. also pig.




height | 5′2"




orientation | here, bi, and ready to try. (also polyamorous)




nationality | ‘mercuh




favorite fruit | apples, esp. gala and fiji




favorite season | summer. I’m most comfy in 80-ish degree weather




favorite book | so many. midnighters by Scott westerners was really formative, as was everything Tamora Pierce has ever written. current favorite series is Maggie stiefvater’s Raven Cycle




favorite flower | snapdragons are cute. dandelions and honeysuckle are tasty.




favorite scent | cedar & other woodsy stuff, campfires, gasoline, and post-rain smell.




favorite color | Orange, blue, red, purple.




favorite animal | most birds, but I have extra special soft spots for crows, pigeons, chickens, and vultures.




coffee, tea, or hot cocoa | yes please




average sleep hours | 7 on weekdays, 10 on weekends/free days




cat or dog person | I lean cat but like both




favorite fictional character | SO MANY. Steve Rogers and Dick Grayson are pretty high on the list, others include Edward Elric, Sokka, Stephanie Brown, Harley Quinn (Paul Dini is basically the only writer I trust with her tho), and basically any potentially bi and/or poly woman in a leather jacket you put in front of me.




number of blankets you sleep with | Sheet, quilt, heavy blanket in winter, sheet and quilt only in summer.




dream trip | I’d like to wander around Hokkaido sometime. Also, there are backpacking trips I wanna do - I just don’t wanna go solo and don’t have backpacking friends. Devil’s Den is always a fun local spot, as is Eureka Springs.




blog created | my first blog was around 2011-2013 (just checked and it was recently deleted by tumblr :/), current one has been around since very late 2013




number of followers | 314. I try to clean out bots pretty regularly.

I ain’t tagging anyone take this if you wanna do it