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no one requested this but here are some of my favorites details about steve and also some of the many reasons i love him:
1. his baby shoes and baby picture in the museum exhibit from tfatws. i know EVERYONE was a baby, but having evidence steve in fact was one too makes my heart melt and so does the comparison of his tiny shoes and big ones being side by side.
2. him writing his lines for the USO show on the back of his shield to help him memorize them. ‘girls’ ‘cap’ … he’s so cute.
3. him cupping bucky’s face when he finds him at azzano. it is public knowledge i am a stevebucky enthusiast but even if i wasn’t … the tenderness and easiness of touch is so sweet ☹️.
4. him clearing the howlies’ glasses away from them in the bar scene when he goes to tell the bartender they want another round. he wasn’t even asked to … he’s just that helpful and polite with his friends.
5. i know this is a tumblr post that has been floating around forever but the fact steve wears converse … again: a common trait, but somehow even cuter when it comes from him.
6. his little ‘rogers’ nametag on his uniform 😭 as if people don’t know EXACTLY who wears that suit.
7. him wearing CKs with his stuffy khakis and too tight t-shirts <3.
8. the arm scar he has that the serum canonically left untouched. proof that steve rogers can indeed scar, just like bucky barnes. the serum didn’t make him imperfect or invincible after all.
9. him being the one to provide first-aid to clint on the jet in aou … using the nursing skills his mama probably taught him to take care of his teammate like the kindhearted man he is.
10. his blue waterbottle with the sippy straw he brings to meetings and carries around the compound :).
You KNOW I had to reblog this when you made the reference to my favorite tutoring!Klaroline fic! Two prompts in one day I am so ready for more!!!
For @klarolinefallbingo “Football Season”
You Belong With Me
A case of opposites attract. Safety vs wild. The head cheerleader was supposed to love someone else and the star fullback couldn’t love anyone but her.
Friday night - Game IV
“I saw you cheering out there for me, Forbes,” he teased, his crimson lips stretching into a knowing smile. She inhaled his scent, a heady mixture of soap, mint and something else she couldn’t identify but it was driving her crazy anyway.
The game had long finished, the home team victorious, but head cheerleader Caroline found herself trapped between a locker and the star fullback. Her red uniform and the white towel wrapped low on his hips the only barrier between them.
“I don’t just cheer for you, Mikaelson,” she scoffed while trying to ignore just how good he felt against her.
She’d told herself it was the bad boy in Klaus Mikaelson she was attracted to but there was so much more to the brooding jock who challenged her on every level.
Not that she’d admit that to him.
They’d met when he was assigned to her for tutoring but Caroline realised straight away that Klaus didn’t need help. She’d told him as much and it had ended in a heated argument between the book shelves at the back of the school library.
Turns out he didn’t need much help in the intimacy stakes either.
Caroline tried to ignore him afterwards but then he’d flash one of those dimples at practice or in class and she couldn’t stop replaying their library tryst in her head.
“I beg to differ,” he smiled, his blue eyes focused on her lips while his hands teased the space around her head. She gave him a look which clearly meant she didn’t believe him. “Okay, fine, maybe in my overactive and possibly jealous imagination, I like to think I’m your favourite.”
“Jealous, hey?”
“I said possibly,” Klaus shot back, his blue eyes not giving much away although the desperate tone in his voice did. “Tell me I’m your favourite.”
“I don’t play favourites.”
“Way to kill a guy, love,” he groaned, nuzzling into her neck now, his stubble tickling her teasingly. “I know I’m not your usual type but I hoped that maybe you might change your mind.”
Friday night - Game V
The rain was pouring down in sheets, the cheers of the crowd drowned out only by the thunderous weather conditions.
The field was muddied, the ball barely visible in all of the action. But the score couldn’t have been more important given the winner would be headed to state.
Both teams converging on each other in hopes of scoring. Klaus usually stayed back given he was increasingly aware of the plays beforehand but this time was different.
He took the pass from the quarterback and made his way to the other end of the field, careful not to slip as he found his target. As he slid across the line, the whistle sounded out and he knew it was done. They’d won and were headed to the championship.
As much as he wanted to celebrate with his teammates, all he could see through the mud and rain was her. Even saturated she looked heavenly.
She was jumping up and down in excitement, her pompoms on overdrive. But all he could focus on was on that triumphant smile. It had helped him through more than she probably knew.
He’d made his way to the locker rooms not long after. He’d not bothered to stop to see his favourite cheerleader in the arms of the guy who didn’t deserve her because it hurt too much.
It was only when he’d emerged showered that she’d found him in the parking lot. She was hesitant at first, her blue eyes imploring. Time seemed to stand still all at once.
“You didn’t wait for me.”
“I thought you’d be too busy,” he muttered, unable to help himself, the jealousy getting the best of him. It always happened with her.
“Well, despite your best efforts I don’t want anyone else but your sorry ass and never have.” Klaus raised his eyebrows, surprised by her comments. “But if you’re going to be a child then I’ll just go.”
“So, you do love me?” He asked, probably against his better judgment.
“I really wouldn’t want you to get a big head.”
“I thought you wanted someone else, that’s all,” he relented, his eyes still downcast.
“Well, then you’re a bigger fool than I thought you were, Mikaelson,” she offered. “It’s only ever been you, but clearly you were too stupid to notice.”
“In my defence, I was both jealous and distracted.”
“Me too,” she smiled knowingly, leaning forward to kiss him. It was the most devastatingly simple thing he’d ever known and he ached for more as soon as it was over.
“Not anymore, love,” he grinned, pulling her closer, determined never to let her go anytime soon or ever if he could help it.
They won state, Klaus would never forget the moment she jumped into his arms after the siren sounded.
It was perfect. Then and into the future.
More of @izuke-the-zombie pocket monkie au! Wanted to draw Little mango with the red bow too!!
Hope you feel better btw too!
Orihime gives Chad a manicure to see if it powers his arm up and also because she thinks it would be a nice thing to do for a friend. Chad is always doing things for other people without a second thought and I think Orihime would pick up on that.
I was rolling this around in my head, trying to decide when I wanted to set it and who else I wanted to be in it, when I got punched in the face with this mildly angsty idea, which ended up twisting the prompt around a little bit. (I feel like I always do this to you 😂. Maybe I do this to everyone.) Anyway, I hope you like it! I love them so much!!!
Takes place in the early Blood War, around the time when Ichigo goes to the Royal Realm, shortly after the first set of battles, while Orihime and Chad are still in Hueco Mundo.
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Orihime didn't know what she was thinking when she grabbed the nail polish off the shelf in her bathroom. It was a 16-in-1 gel palette set (with 4 metallics!) that she had won last fall as a fifth-place prize in a contest they were holding down at the shopping district last fall. She hadn't yet taken the plastic wrapping off. She had been saving them for a special occasion.
A war was not a special occasion.
Orihime had to admit that she probably panicked a little. Mr. Urahara was opening Garganta back to the Living World twice a day so that Mr. Tessai could bring various supplies that he needed to Hueco Mundo. Orihime had been shooed through so she could pack some clothes and whatever else she needed, and to let Tatsuki know that she wasn't going to be around for a bit. It had made sense at the time, but once she was actually in her apartment, her vision narrowed down to a dark tunnel and she had to gulp big deep breaths of air because it was all too much like the time Ulquiorra had given her twelve hours to say good-bye to just one person.
She got it together eventually and did manage to find Tatsuki and Keigo and Mizuiro, too. (Ishida wasn't around, but he had known where they were going.) Still, though, she wondered what she had been thinking when she got back to Hueco Mundo and found her bag packed with every pair of underwear she owned, her winter coat, a jumbo-sized box of Hello Panda that she must have stopped somewhere to buy, and the nail polish.
There had been a lot of waiting around, once she had finished healing everyone who needed healing, so maybe she had been thinking it would be a nice way to pass the time. Maybe she had thought the Tres Bestia would like it. They probably would have, but Urahara had already sent time off on some errand. Nel wasn't interested, although she was very interested in the Hello Panda.
So Orihime painted her own nails. She painted her pinkies and her thumbs with the metallic silver, and then drew on the six-petaled flower of her hairpins on top in teal. She painted the rest of her nails in teal. She had planned to paint a flower for each of her Shun Shun Rikka on each of the remaining six nails. The left hand actually came out pretty good! The right…
"Is something the matter, Inoue?"
Orihime blinked rapidly and looked up. She'd been staring so hard at her own efforts that her eyes had gone dry.
Sado had been sitting nearby, reading a book, with a massive set of headphones over his ears, things he had brought back from his own whirlwind trip home. Sado hadn't had much to say since Ichigo left, but Orihime had noticed that he preferred to stay within eyeshot of her. Tatsuki's cat did that with Tatsuki's mom, who had rescued her from a sewer grate as a kitten. Now, Sado was peering down at her, the headphones slung loosely around his neck.
"Ohhhh, I was just wishing I had put the camellia on my left hand," Orihime sighed. "Ayame and Hinagiku will understand if their flowers are a little shaky, but Tsubaki is going to be so mad."
Sado frowned thoughtfully. "Would you like me to help?"
Orihime's mouth dropped into a soft 'o'. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. She'd seen the doodles Sado did in the margins of his schoolwork. It was usually graffiti-style Spanish words, but sometimes (usually when class was particularly boring) he'd draw out an entire lion, all rippling muscles and fangs, or a sleek motorcycle with highlights and shading that made it look like it made of chrome and leather and rubber, even though it was really all just pencil.
"The brush is very small," she said stupidly.
"It's fine," said Sado.
Barely a minute later, a miniscule camellia graced her right index finger, perfect right down to the lacy stamen.
"How did you do that?" Orihime gasped.
"I don't know a lot of flowers," Sado admitted, "but I know how to draw camellias. Abarai and I used to have a lot of time to kill while we were recovering from throwing boulders at each other. He can only draw about three things, but one of them is camellias."
"What are the other two?" Orihime asked shyly. The idea of big, tough Abarai drawing anything was very cute to her. She wondered if one of them was bunny-people.
"Skulls," said Sado. "And Zabimarus."
The last they had heard, Abarai had been very badly injured and so had Rukia, but both were expected to make it. Orihime pressed her lips together. Of course they were going to make it. They were both very, very tough. Next time she saw Abarai, she would ask him to draw a Zabimaru for her.
"Do you want me to do the other two?" Sado asked.
"It's a daisy and a hibiscus," Orihime said. "Do you know how to draw those?"
"I can manage a daisy," Sado agreed. "I am actually pretty good at hibiscus." That made sense, of course, given Sado's collection of tropical shirts.
"Thank you, Sado," she said, watching him work. He was very good at using pressure on the brush to get little petal-shaped blobs of paint. She wondered if he ever painted, in addition to drawing.
Sado sucked in a breath. "Do you think…" he started, and then started again. "Do you think we could do mine next?"
"What? Yes! Of course!" For a moment, Orihime was so excited to have finally found a taker that it took her a moment to be surprised. "I didn't know you liked to paint your nails, Sado-kun!"
Sado finished the hibiscus before speaking. "I don't. I mean. I haven't ever. Before."
"It'll be your first time, you mean?"
"Yes." Sado paused. "But I've wanted to. Ichigo and I went to a punk show once. A band he liked. He painted his nails black. I was…I mean, it looked…well. It's Ichigo. You know. He's braver than me."
Orihime started to argue with that, then stopped herself. "Not many people are braver than Ichigo," she said instead.
Sado gave a curt nod. "That's why I want to do it."
They did his left hand in white and red and black, with bold stripes and zigzags and a slightly melty-looking skull on his ring finger.
"Should we do the right in black and bright pink?" Orihime asked, eying the same beautiful fuschia Sado had painted her hibiscus with.
"No," said Sado. "My right hand is the one that protects. I want to paint it with the things I want to protect. So for the first one, I want you to paint it silver, with a teal flower, just like yours."
For a second, Orihime couldn't breathe. "Sado-kun," she finally said, "shouldn't Ichigo be the first one?"
"Ichigo is the first person I want to protect," Sado agreed. "But you were the first person I trained with. You're the person I've always trained with. So you should be first."
She couldn't argue with that, so Sado's thumb got painted to match hers. Orihime wasn't very confident in her ability to draw Ichigo's substitute badge, but Sado believed in her, and they both agreed that Ichigo wouldn't mind if it was a little wobbly. They did the background in sparkly gold, which they also both agreed that Ichigo would approve of.
They were going to be fighting Quincy--they had already been fighting Quincy--but they decided to paint the middle finger white with a blue cross anyway, because Ishida had it first. Just because the rest of the Quincy were turning out to be jerks didn't change how they felt about him. The middle finger felt somehow appropriate for that.
There was some debate over disrespectfulness, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it the other way around, so the ring finger was for Abarai (a black lightning bolt on a red ground) and the pinkie for Rukia (a silver snowflake on purple).
Orihime looked down at Sado's hands resting on the table. They were wide and powerful, with thick, knobbly boxer's knuckles and traced with silvery scars. His fingers were long and elegant, though, slightly tapered with square, even nails, now covered in bright colors and sparkles.
Orihime placed her own hands on the table, spreading her fingers wide to mirror his.
"I'm glad I brought the nail polish," she declared, to herself more than anyone else. "They don't have enough color in Hueco Mundo."
"Mm," Sado agreed.
It occurred to Orihime that both the shinigami and their enemies favored black and white, at least officially. But when she thought of her friends, she could only think of splashes of color--the wrap of a sword hilt, the flutter of a scarf. Eyeshadow and bright hair and the lining of a haori.
"Do you like it?" Orihime asked.
"I do," said Sado.
"It might chip," she warned. "Just let me know. I'll fix it if it does."
Sado smiled down softly at their colorful, sparkly, not-quite-matching fingertips, nearly touching. "I know you will."