his childhood friends

What’s In Your Head?

Chapter One

summary: So, the year is 1999. Eddie is 23 years old, telepathic, and lives with his childhood best friend, Bill, in Portland, Maine. He meets a young musician with a knack for speed named Richie at a bar. More details at 11.

pairing: reddie

words: 1.9k

warnings: mild violence with the Bowers Gang

A/N: this is based off of @trashmouthloser‘s mutant headcanons, so thank you for letting me write this! i hope it’s not too terrible!

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Growing up with mind-reading powers was pretty cool. Eddie always knew what smartass comeback to make when his peers would say something dumb. He always knew exactly what to say to get on adults’ good sides. When he was about 11, he figured out he could easily cheat on most tests, only fueling his classmates dislike for him. As a child, he made his best attempts to use his mutation responsibly, but children are, by nature, prone to mistakes.

While he used it for good in regards to his best friend, Bill, he tended to use it more selfishly with his classmates, earning him the nickname “Nosy Eddie” by middle school. Occasionally, he would attempt to alter people’s emotions towards him. But, what else was a small, asthmatic germaphobic boy with a desperate need to be at least somewhat liked to do?

Disliked throughout most of middle school and high school, Eddie vowed to restrain his powers and only use them to help Bill. Besides, he had been lectured by plenty of people, such as his mother and teachers, about invading others (especially adults’) privacies. He didn’t like reading adults’ thoughts, anyway. They thought vulgar, violent, and scary things, which young Eddie didn’t even want to comprehend the meaning of, like Mr. Keene repeatedly thinking his wife his a “dumb, lying whore” with the same viciousness of a rabid dog.

But, his mother particularly drilled it into his head ever since he began to develop his power that he was never to read her thoughts. Maybe he should’ve questioned it more, but Mrs. Kaspbrak’s word was law. It just was.

In his opinion, Bill’s mutation was ten times cooler than his. Sure, Eddie could know everybody’s deepest, darkest secrets, but Bill could move things with his mind. Well, it seemed way cooler when they were kids.

When they were 13, Eddie remembers an irritated Bill accidentally using his powers to throw a large rock through Henry Bower’s car window. They ran like hell, while Eddie cursed Bill for not being able to keep his “dumb mind powers” under control. He instantly regretted it after he saw the hurt in Bill’s eyes, because Bill, just like Eddie, was prone to misusing his power. Since then, Eddie has done his best to help Bill keep his powers under control. In return, Bill always lets him know when he’s being too invasive.

Anyhow, Bill thinks his and Eddie’s mutations are the coolest in Derry.

“How can they not be cool?!” Bill had once exclaimed when they were wandering through the barrens and talking about their most recent beating from the Bowers Gang “Mental mutations makeup only one percent of the entire mutation population! Who cares if Belch Huggins has super strength? You can literally read people’s minds, Eddie!”

Eddie never liked this conversation. He’s had it a million times with Bill. Like everything else about him, the Bowers Gang had taken a liking to making fun of Eddie for his mutation, dubbing it a “useless power” and proclaiming that “of course you can only read feelings like a girl.” He understood Bill was only trying to make him feel better, but his friend could do some real lasting damage with his mutation. During junior year of high school, Eddie was receiving one of the worst beatings the Bowers Gang had ever given him, when Bill stumbled on to the scene. Seeing Eddie curled up in a ball desperately trying to protect himself from the blows while his blood spilled onto the gravel, really set something off in Bill. In an instant without moving a muscle, he had broken one of Victor Criss’ hands, flew Patrick Hockstetter backward into a nearby guardrail, knocked Belch Huggins over the head with a piece of debris on the road, and pinned Henry Bowers to the ground.

The smaller boy couldn’t do anything but watch as Bill truly became a force to be reckoned with. Bill became somebody who could defend themselves and didn’t have to fear those stronger than him. Eddie just knew how to get inside people’s heads, and there was still plenty to fear, even more so after knowing the sort of things people thought.

Now, they were adults. They had left Derry behind soon after graduation, moving to Portland as roommates. Though it’s customary for students to leave behind their childhood friends after high school, Eddie knew he couldn’t do it. Bill needed him to keep his powers in balance, just as Eddie felt he needed Bill to “fight his bullies.”

So, the year is 1999. Eddie is 23 years old and lives with his childhood best friend in Portland, Maine. He has discovered the metropolis magic that is gay bars and being gay without fear in general. So far, he’s managed to remain pretty selective about who he uses his powers on.

Being a mind-reader wasn’t half bad when you used in on the right people.

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Despite it being 7 o’clock in the morning and Eddie not needing to be at work until 10, he still felt pieces of fabric pelting him in the face. Groggily, he groaned and willed whatever it was to stop, but it didn’t. When he opened his eyes, Bill was propped at his door, dressed in a hoodie and sweats, flinging Eddie’s own dirty clothes at him with his mind.

This is definitely not how Eddie wanted to wake up this morning.

“Billiam,” Eddie said in a sleepy haze, glaring at the ceiling, “you better have a good reason for this.”

“Don’t forget you promised to come to the bar with Mike and me tonight,” he replied with enthusiasm, something Eddie was truly lacking this morning. “You need to get out of the house.”

Mike was a co-worker of Bill’s at a local newspaper. They were both just intern’s, but they had writing skills which looked promising. Eddie quite liked Mike, because he was polite and did not patronize Eddie about his germaphobia or hypochondria. In fact, Mike was pretty popular among certain circles in Portland, and Eddie didn’t know why he hung around Bill and him.

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The bar was some hole in the wall downtown, but Mike somehow knew everyone in there. While looking for a table to sit at, he would stop to chat with someone every five seconds. Eventually, they made their way to a semi-dirty table, much to Eddie’s chagrin, near the stage. The place was dimly lit with poolhall overheads, and the red vinyl tables and chairs have definitely seen better days. Around the time the waitress brought out their drinks, a band was preparing to set up on stage. Mike prattled on about how they’ve been gaining popularity rapidly in Portland and how talented they were. Eddie secretly loved rock and roll when he was growing up, but his mom rarely let him listen to it in the house because it was “demonic” and would “corrupt his young mind.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a tall thin man with dark grey hair plugging his guitar into the large amp. He was instantly less annoyed about how Bill woke him up this morning and praised whatever god was listening for bringing him to this bar tonight. Without realizing, he had stared for too long, and eventually, the man turned around to make eye contact with him from the corner of his eye. From the smirk on the man’s face, Eddie concluded he must’ve looked like a lovestruck teenager.

Then after looking around the bar, he realized how out of place he must’ve looked. He was wearing an oversized baby blue sweater that made him look like a kid who was trying on their dad’s clothes for the first time. Picking at the label on his beer, he considered reading this stranger’s mind to know what he thought of Eddie. But, he thought better of it when Bill nudged him in the side.

“Making heart-eyes at the lead singer, are we?” Bill snickered, trying to contain himself at the rampant blush on Eddie’s face.

“No!” Eddie insisted, burying his head in his arms.

Mike giggled, “I think he’s looking at you too, Eddie.”

Despite his friends teasing, he didn’t lift his head from the table until the band’s set began and, boy, Eddie wasn’t disappointed. His head instantly shot up and the gray-haired man was strumming the opening for Zombie by The Cranberries on neon pink guitar. Eddie couldn’t get a good look at him before with everybody’s shuffling about on stage, but he could see him very clearly now. He was wearing a bright pink tank top, a grey leather jacket, tight black jeans with rips along the legs, and silver engineer boots. Everything about him seemed so interesting, and Eddie felt himself quickly sinking in.

His dark curls bobbed back and forth while he sang the lyrics in a raspy voice. Every once and awhile, he’d sneak his attention back to Eddie to make sure he still had his eyes – which, of course, he did, he always did.

The song ended too quickly for Eddie’s liking, but it was followed by another, an original, and yet another one. Eddie knocked back drink after drink, not taking his eyes away from the man. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

Around midnight the set ended and the band began to dismantle their equipment. Mike and Bill’s teasing be damned! Eddie had just enough of the hooch in his system to have the courage to go onstage and talk to the mystery man, and damn it! He was going to!

Nervously, he approached the edge where the lead singer was working on untangling cords and packing his guitar away. The man instantly noticed Eddie approaching him and broke out into a wide grin.

“I was wondering if you’d get the balls to talk to me,” he says bluntly, still grinning at Eddie.

Normally, Eddie would be offended, but the amount of beer in his system said fuck it.

“I mean with those looks you were giving me, I’d be stupid not to talk to you,” Eddie said with the most confidence he has ever mustered in his entire life.

The man raised one eyebrow and bit his lip, looking entirely amused. “You mean my eye-fucking looks? Yeah. Those were most definitely intentional.”

Eddie felt a hot blush spread from his cheeks to his back at the man’s vulgarity, but the light’s were so dim it would have been difficult to notice if you weren’t paying close attention.

The man was definitely paying close attention.

“I’m Richie,” he said, moving his legs to swing over the edge of the stage.

“Eddie,” the other hiccuped quietly, gravitating closer to Richie and the space between his legs.

Eddie swears he can hear his friends hooting in the distance, but he really doesn’t give a fuck because he never gets hit on.

He and Richie are barely inches from each other’s lips, before there is a voice calling Richie from offstage.

“Shit,” he says, glancing from Eddie’s eyes to his lips, “I gotta go. Will you give me your number?”

Eddie fumbled through his pockets, praying for a pen for a hot minute, until Mike swooped in to save Eddie’s love life with a Sharpie.

Sloppily, he wrote his number on Richie’s hand and then watched Richie disappear with his guitar case in a literally actual flash.

anonymous asked:

What's this about Milton not being straight... tell me more

some scholars think he probably had a romantic relationship with his friend from childhood, charles diodati. they wrote a lot of letters back and forth and milton dedicated an elegy to diodati after he died

anonymous asked:

Hi do you know any fics where Rick and Michonne meet as young kids?

Hello!

Currently these are the fics we’ve found where Rick and Michonne were actual children when they 1st met: 

We created another list, however, of Rick and Michonne meeting when they were in high-school and it has been updated recently so I’ll post the link for that listing as well, down below. 

Richonne!High School & College Au’s

As always: If we learn of any more stories that fit with your request, we’ll make sure to update this listing going forward.

Thanks :)

Golden hues in our valley

@kurotsuki-r18-week

For Kurootsukki week 2017, day 6, prompt: Gold

Summary: this is set in the alternative universe of my main fanfiction, I don’t wanna be a hero. It is intended as a stand-alone piece, for now, so it is not necessary you read the rest of the fic to understand anything. However, some useful info:

  • Ritos are birds shapeshifter, and Bokuto is their champion;
  • Sheikahs are magical humanoids who can shapeshift as well, but they can choose the form they like the most; Kuroo is their ambassador and loves to shapeshift… I wonder which form he could choose :D
  • Akaashi Keiji is the prince of Gerudo people, who live in the desert, and Tsukishima is his childhood friend, who always struggled with the desert burning sun because of his pale skin. A lot of skincare is required XD

Please forgive any mistake and consider I am not a native English speaker.

Comments, reblogs, likes are much appreciated :))

Read it in ao3 as well: Golden hues in our valley

P.s.: sorry, but it only really mildly nsfw.


His silhouette was engulfed in the golden light of a summer late afternoon. He faced the balcony, one foot propped against the lower part of it for leverage while he spread a hydrating oil on his long calf, then up to his muscled thigh. When he reached his inner-thigh his mind conjured up an image of Kuroo. The man was changing Tsukishima’s daily life more than he initially liked to admit. Tsukishima lingered near his groin, shifted his linen and massaged the zone.

Taking care of his delicate skin was an annoying routine but he and Keiji usually helped each other, massages causing nice tingling sensations and sometimes even pleasure. However, things changed drastically some months ago.

Thinking about the past, he couldn’t say that when he and his childhood friend hit puberty their touches didn’t become more audacious till they transformed into an overly blunt and mutual assault of sensitive parts. Thankfully the raging hormones’ phase passed together with the constant desire of experimenting new things. Even after the teenage years, thou, their skinship was strong and they even still had sex sometimes. Not counting that more often than not they took naps together and cuddled. Tsukishima knew this wasn’t what people traditionally called love. His heart never beat fast for Keiji and no butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the sight of his best friend. But he felt oh so warm and cared for, and would have done anything in order to make Keiji happy. They loved each other in a simple way, someone would have said out of habit, because they both were at a loss when it came to trusting other people and nothing was more reassuring than strong old mutual affection. But, yeah, things changed drastically some months ago.

Tsukishima knew that nothing could ever jeopardize their friendship but he would have lied if he said that he wasn’t jealous and upset with Keiji when Bokuto, the new Rito people’s champion, appeared in their life and Keiji was suddenly head over heels for him. Tsukishima was torn between jealousy and guilt. He had always thought that Keiji was the only person, other than his family members, he could wholeheartedly love, and, besides, he had believed that the standard meaning of the word “love” had nothing to do with his own conception about unwavering deep feelings. In Tsukishima’s opinion, when referred to romantic relationships, “love” was a term generally used to make the physical attraction more socially acceptable. In addition, Keiji was so reserved and independent that it seemed he didn’t want someone new in their life as well. That’s why he hated so much Bokuto at the beginning. But who could hate Bokuto for longer than a week? And how could he not be happy seeing that Keiji had finally found a true mate, a dependable person who adored him? Bokuto’s love was constantly bright, ever enthusiastic, and strong. Tsukishima couldn’t have ever made Keiji so happy. And he thought, now, that neither Keiji could have made him that happy. Kuroo’s appearance had maybe something to do with this kind of thoughts.

His memory returned to the day Bokuto burst in their rooms with none other in tow than the Sheikah people ambassador, Kuroo Tetsurou. Tsukishima still remembered how Kuroo’s tanned, dark golden skin glistened in the sunset light, how his eyes flickered from light brown to a coppery honey color when the last rays of sun lit them. Kuroo’s lips lifted on the left side into a playful smirk in the very moment he caught sight of Tsukishima. The same blush of that day spread over Tsukishima’s cheeks, till it became a full flush going all down his neck. Kuroo was attractive, well, unforgivingly handsome, sure, and his appearance could have been mistaken for one of a seducer, given his charming attitude and well planned earnest stares. But Tsukishima, thank gods, had a talent for understanding the people since the beginning and he soon caught the kindness that the man often hid under that laid back bravado. Small, or sometimes ridiculously sappy, caring gestures and growing fond looks from the man couldn’t have been anything else than love. Kuroo, the guy with a golden heart masked by witty remarks and playful smirks, the very same Kuroo Tetsurou taught Tsukki what love was. And sadly Tsukishima became so used to the man’s soppiness that when he thought about him he only could use that infamous worn word, love.

“Tsukki,” Kuroo had whispered when his fingers gently tucked a stray golden lock behind Tsukki’s ear that morning. Tsukishima recalled how their eyes locked a bit too long for a still friendly interaction. He reached for the rose oil and massaged his cheeks then his ear with the aid of few drops. He imagined Kuroo’s fingers were tracing the contours of his face. But it wasn’t enough.

He summoned Kuroo’s voice in his mind again. “Gold suits you, Tsukki,” the Sheikah murmured once when he crept behind Tsukki after a dance performance he delivered for their guests together with Keiji. Kuroo then caressed Tsukki’s upper arm with the back of his hand, gently grabbed hold of his bracelet with the other hand and asked, “Which is the meaning of this charms again, Tsukki? Are these two owls?” The man dared to laugh. He crouched down and then motioned for Tsukki to sit beside him, on the soft ground in a corner of the garden. Tsukishima was more than happy to comply but he complained a bit to keep his composure. “Bokuto loves owls, you know that much. And he is a bird shapeshifter, what a surprise!” Tsukishima tried to mock Kuroo but his tone wasn’t fooling the Sheikah, who immediately asked, “Yeah, but why two owls? Who’s the other?” The amused look in Kuroo’s eyes was too much to bear and Tsukishima bit back, mildly annoyed, “Akaashi’s the other owl, idiot. You know full well Bokuto blabbers about Akaashi’s soft dark hair being like feathers and his serious stare as stoic as the ones of an owl. As if owls knew what stoicism is!” Kuroo chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, as if you didn’t love Bo as well.” He placed his warm hand over Tsukki’s right knee and gently squeezed it, “I wonder if you could find a bit of space for someone else in your strictly scheduled life,” Kuroo asked softly, staring at Tsukki’s lap where the other man’s fingers were fiddling around with the yellow gold silk of his pants. He then twisted his torso lightly, showing Kuroo his other golden bracelet on his left upper arm, “This lacks charms, I guess.” Kuroo lifted his eyes and met Tsukki’s ones, a rich deep golden color. “Yeah, it can’t stay empty for too long, don’t you think?” Tsukishima mustered all his courage up and replied, “Cats are cool.” Kuroo smiled widely, his eyes crinkled so much they were like down sided half moons. “They’re the best,” Kuroo playfully said, before shapeshifting in a black purring cat and settling into Tsukishima’s lap.

The tender image didn’t help Tsukishima’s needy state. Thinking about purring cats, what a sap he had become. He sighed, hoping a cold bath could help him relieve the bulge he himself created. He was collecting his bathing tools and towels when he heard some jingling. He turned to the source of the sound and a black cat came towards him, holding in his little mouth a golden bracelet, charms hanging from it.

When the cat stirred back to Kuroo’s form the man was wearing nothing more than a modesty linen covering the essential, as if on cue about Tsukki’s intentions. Kuroo padded across the patio, slowly, smiling at Tsukki all the way. He got close to him and ghosted his fingers over Tsukki’s brows. Tsukishima shivered at the touch, “Kuroo.” He closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of Kuroo’s hand. Kuroo kissed his eyelids, then his brows and finally he raised himself on his tiptoes to brush his lips on top of Tsukki’s head. He grazed over Tsukki’s upper arm, lingering on the left one, “Can I?” he asked, and the tad bit of hesitance in his voice made Tsukishima’s heart clench so much he couldn’t do any other thing than reply with an eager “Yes, please.” Kuroo let the golden looping bracelet open and hug Tsukki’s upper arm. A black cat, a sun and a half moon swung from it. The Sheikah thought he should explain the charms’ meaning, “The cat would be me.” Tsukki softly chuckled. “You are the moon, obviously, given your name and your milky smooth skin.” Kuroo kissed Tsukki’s cheek, “You are the sun as well because your pale golden hair and light honey eyes are like the warm late afternoon light.” Tsukishima remembered their first encounter and he was sure Kuroo was thinking about the same day as well. Kuroo kept speaking, in a low tone “And…” he paused, “wherever I go, in the roaring markets’ boom or in the silence of my lonely rooms I think of you, night and day, day and night.” Kuroo’s romantic ballad gained him his first kiss from Tskukki immediately after. Well, they both were so nervous that the delicate touch of lips lasted only a fleeting moment. Overwhelmed by joy and a bit of embarrassment, Kuroo hugged Tsukishima tightly and didn’t let him go.


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Okay I’ve got it. Jason Momoa is a soulful artist turned boat mechanic after his baby sister Auli'i Cravalho was placed in his care. At sixteen, her goals include winning the upcoming inter-school gymnastics competition, getting an A in maths, and finding love for her stupid big brother. She keeps setting him up with tourists coming to Hawai'i - Uzo Aduba, Oscar Isaac, Andy Samberg (they have a hilarious bro date), Angel Coulby, etc.

But then! His childhood best friend, John Cho, has returned to the island after years away, and all of Jason’s old quiet pining returns. Auli'i realises this, and shenanigans ensue involving all the previous dates and basically half the island.

If there’s anything you remember today let it be that there is a game on PS4

titled: “Summertime High School: A Young Man’s Notes—How a New Exchange Student Like Myself Ran Into His Childhood Friend on the School Tour, Then for Some Reason Became Super-Popular with the Girls for His Daily Scoops on the School Photography Club Even Though He Only Takes Panty Shots, and What He Thinks as He Goes on Dates During His Summer of Island School Life.”

knitting a blanket & suddenly not sure how big blankets are supposed to be. 12 feet across? 15??

OH MY GOD

there should be a disney movie where there’s a gay prince and a lesbian princess, right? and they’re in an arranged marriage but they don’t want to get married because their hearts desire the same gender but they can’t tell everybody that so they go along with their parent’s wishes blah blah blah but then they finally find themselves and are ready to come out by almost the end of the movie and then they finally do come out and they find out that they kept it a secret because they didn’t think the king and queen would approve but it turns out, their love for their children trumps above all and they’re accepting of them. then they live happily ever after: the prince with his prince and the princess with her princess. 

here’s the catch: the princess is in love with the prince’s sister

and the prince finds love with his ftm childhood best friend (and it turns out they’ve been loving each other the entire time) - only the childhood best friend’s family know about his transition and kept it a secret because they thought the king and queen would disapprove but they don’t because love trumps hate and they banish anyone from the kingdom who thinks otherwise

and and and the prince and the princess are both POC!!! 

idk…. who’d watch it? cause i would!!!

and the music for the movie would be from troye sivan, hayley kiyoko, halsey, etc. 

if you have any more ideas on how this movie would pan out, comment it omg

Some small details in ch132
  • “Professor Hugues”

Ch132

Ch1


  • “Vicar Rathbone”

Ch132

Ch45


  • “Sam the shepherd”

Ch132

Ch84


  • “Fenian Cycle”

Ch132

Ch100


Bonus:

Sam the shepherd is most probably this old guy from ch63 and ch120

and his “grand-daughter” Rathbone mentioned in ch132 is probably this little girl from ch120 :)

(This month’s flashback happened 5-6 years ago, and this girl looks like 5-6yo, so she would definitely fit age-wise!)

“Freed in the Rain” - Miraculous Ladybug Soulmates AU Fanfic

Guys, I wrote my very first solo ML fanfic!  I usually only do the drawings for fanfic collaborations but this time I wanted to try doing both!  I wrote it for @chocoluckchipz‘s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCKY!!!  @maerynn-blog, @kryallaorchid, @midnightstarlightwrites and myself wrote oneshots all with a Soulmates AU theme.  Here it is on Ao3 (I wrote Chapter 4)  

Author’s Notes:  Everyone knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time you touched.  Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate fidelity.


“I’ve never been to school before.  I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of new to me.”  Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards Marinette.

He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.

An olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over.  Marinette thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.

He hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.

A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.

She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.

Thousands of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot, otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.

The world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl.  A cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.

Adrien felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well. Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black butterfly.

Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes, once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness, abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and defeating a magical giant made of stone.  Sheer pride at seeing her succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love and kindness?  Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and unstoppable.

It lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.   Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and Adrien choked back a sob.  

They had found each other.  Partners, yes, but also something more.  

The light to his darkness.

The calm to her chaos.

Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.  

Marinette jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up for all those years of neglect and loneliness.

He clung to her as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.

Feelings of protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know.  But he did know her, and she knew him.

More than anyone else in the world ever did.

The umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them warm.

“Would you forget?“

No extended summary at the moment because everything below is a spoiler (!!), I’ll just say heartbreak and party. 

Warning: swearing & mild SPOILERS for Episode 2 (you’ve been warned!)
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An AU where Keith was born blind and Shiro is his childhood friend who dedicated his career to help Keith finally see.

This idea started while I was watching this video in youtube where little kids would explain and describe what a color looks like to a person who was born blind.

I imagine Shiro describing colors to Keith since they were little. At first, Keith wouldn’t be able to understand Shiro (”red is liiiike, what an apple looks like!” “…I don’t know what an apple looks like.”) but gradually, Shiro got better in describing. He chose feelings (sometimes even taste) as examples and Keith grew to love how Shiro describes colors, he often asks Shiro to do it.

Eren is the best protagonist for a series like Attack on Titan.

A lot of people get frustrated that Eren is slow to jump into fights, like when he couldn’t transform to fight the female titan and when he froze up last episode during one of the Top 10 Anime Betrayals of all time. I think this misses out on a crucial point. Eren is actually very quick to join the action - but only when the situation fits the narrative of a sterotypical shounen. He’s the first one to go after killing the colossal titan when it appeared in episode 5. He saves Armin from being eaten alive while bleeding and missing a leg. Getting revenge for his mother and saving his childhood friend - classic shounen plotlines.

Eren is, essentially, a sterotypical shounen protagonist trapped in a storyline that subverts shounen tropes. He’s in the wrong genre. He views the world as very clear-cut good vs. evil. Humans are good, titans are bad, and humans will eventually succeed because they are on the good side. He believes it, so we believe it too. This is what makes it so shocking when the story deviates from shounen norms. (see: Levi’s squad and how the power of friendship failed to save them)

This is also the real reason why Eren hesitates when it is revealed that his friends were his enemies all along. It’s not because he’s a wimp or because he’s the new Shinji, it’s because his character isn’t prepared for a morally ambiguous world. However, this is what makes him a such a great protagonist for us. While we come to terms with the fact that the world of Attack on Titan isn’t as black and white as it first appeared, so does Eren, right alongside us.

One of my fav things about katsudeku is the fact that Izuku calls Bakugou “kacchan” and Bakugou lets him, he fucking lets him. He doesn’t yell, get angry, or get violent. He just lets Izuku call him that, he lets Izuku (his childhood friend turned rival) of all people call him “kacchan”

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

SPORTS

Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
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Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes  by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

***

Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

-

A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

two sleepy cats tuckered out from a long night studying and game-strategising (๑^ ↀᆺↀ ^๑)

A Study in Hypocrisy #1

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


WHY STEVE ISN’T FIT TO BE A LEADER

While the Civil War dispute between Tony and Steve might have started because of the Accords, it very quickly turned personal for Steve. He put each and every one of his “teammates” in danger for the sake of one man (more about that later), and even though I love Bucky and everything (I really do!), Steve was extremely dumb about the entire situation. In fact, I don’t think he could have gone about it in the worst way. 

He could have gone to “rescue” Bucky in disguise—God knows that, with his serum and brute force, he certainly could have done exactly what he ended up doing— but he went instead with the American flag all over himself. He didn’t stop to consider the implications, the possible consequences or bulldozing into a foreign country and engaging in a car chase in the middle of a populated city. He didn’t even stop to consider that there was no guarantee at all that Bucky was innocent. 

He could have, you know, talked to Tony. Tony, who has the political experience and the material means and influence to get Bucky the best help there is. Tony, who’s been playing this game for so long, who knows how to get what he wants, who to go to, how to formulate things. Tony, who would have been his most precious ally. 

And he was. Before he found out about his betrayal. Tony negotiated so hard to make sure no one would get hurt. After the Berlin disaster, he managed to get the UN (that’s 117 countries!) to agree to make the past 24 hours legal and to get Bucky to a facility where he would get the best help for his triggers, help that of course Tony himself would be paying for, because let’s be real, the Avengers are funded by Tony at this point, which is yet another thing that doesn’t sit well with me, but I’ll come back to it. 

Back to why Steve isn’t fit to be a leader: the essence of a leader is that they are supposed to do just that. Lead. But to do that, they need to be fair and treat their men equally. They need to be able to put aside their personal feelings and look at situations objectively. Because their duty is to protect their men and have their back, just like they will have his. 

A leader leads, sure. But they must know when to listen, too, and defer to somebody with greater expertise than themselves. In that case, Tony obviously knows better than he does, if only because he read the damn papers. That’s also something that doesn’t sit well with me regarding the rest of Team Cap. Not one of them paused to read the Accords. Hell, Scott had no clue what the hell was going on. He heard “jump,” and he did.

Yet, here comes Steve, putting the lives of not two, not three, but five (six, if you count Sharon) people at risk, all for one man. He drags in Clint and Scott with no regards to their families and personal situations, and all the while keeps information to himself. Do you think Sam knows that he could have avoided prison and exile? Do you think any of them know about Tony’s deal? Do you think Scott actually knew what was going on? Hell no! Because Steve is calculating enough that he won’t lose manpower to such a pesky thing as compromise. 

How about Steve’s constant habit of putting the blame on Tony’s shoulders? “You did that when you signed”? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re the one who keeps refusing to compromise! 

Steve never treated Tony as an equal. In fact, none of them did. (Again, more on that later.) But the thing is that when it came to a life-altering secret that affected both his teammate and “friend,” and his childhood friend, Steve decided that it was his right to keep that information from both parties, which. 

NO. Being “friends”—and I use the term loosely—with Howard doesn’t give Steve the right to such a decision. This is a traumatic event for Tony, something that affects personally and directly. He had a right to know. And as it has been demonstrated in previous movies that his capacity for forgiveness is immense, he would have had the time to process the information and the Siberia disaster never would have happened. 

Furthermore and finally, Steve Rogers was never actually a captain. The title was just for show, a tool for propaganda when he was sent on a tour to sell war bills. All of his training comes from that short bootcamp for potential serum candidates, nothing more. He’s not actually part of the army, or a ranked officer. The only reason they let him keep the title was because he’d been lucky enough to bring back the 107th when he disobeyed orders, and then proved useful enough to both war efforts and morale. 

Steve Rogers is not a leader. A leader treats everyone equally and gives respect before expecting it. A leader does not keep secrets from his men to serve his own agenda. A leader does not leave a man behind in a freezing, deserted landscape with no way of calling for help. 

If anything, Tony’s the leader of the Avengers. Why? Ask yourselves the following questions: 

  • Who feeds the Avengers? 
  • Who houses the Avengers? 
  • Who clothes the Avengers?
  • Who arms the Avengers? 
  • Who handles their PR? 
  • Who pays for the destruction they leave behind?
  • On the battlefield, who has a global view of everything that’s going on? 
  • Who is so smart that they can predict and analyze battle scenarios, and adapt to the unexpected in a flash? 
  • Who’s considerate enough to leave their former teammate to his retirement because he’s just that, retired with his family?
  • Who cares about everyone equally and would give everything to protect them all? Who goes above and beyond to provide them with everything they need? 
  • Who has the political experience required to handle their supervisors and foreign policy?

That’s right. Tony Stark. 

Not Steve Rogers. 


Masterpost

Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor