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mochinek0 · 5 months ago

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Daminette December: 9-You call that Art?

"Do you really expect us to believe your scribbles are art?" a guy called out.

Marinette looked around to see a guy glaring at her.

'Is he talking about my designs?'

"Art is expressed though different mediums" Marinete shouted, slamming her hands on her desk.

"Coloring isn't art." he pushed, rolling his eyes, "Princess."

Marinette opened her mouth but a voice rang out instead, "Yet, you consider your demented word scribbles 'art'. You take spray paint to walls; a child could do that."

Doug glared at him, "Of course you would defend her!"

'Huh?'

Everyone looked around, trying to figure out Doug's outburst.

"It's obvious!" Doug continued to shout, "The Wayne favortism strikes again! Wayne has to defend his new little sister!"

"What?" Marinette cried out, pointing at Damian, "I'm not related to that guy!"

"Neither are his brothers, but when has that ever stopped his Dad?" Doug countered.

"I'm....confused." Mari stated.

Damian sighed, "Father tends to adopt children. They usually have black hair and blue eyes, as their characteristics."

"Why?" She asked.

The Wayne heir shrugged his shoulders, "They were here before I was. Also, Marinette is not adopted into his family."

'It is possible he was looking for children with his likeness. Although the others have turned it into a joke, as today displays.'

"I'm here on scholarship." Mari declared.

"By the Wayne family!" Doug cried out.

"Yes, but-" Marinette tried to explain.

"See!" Doug continued.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Marinette shouted.

Doug remained silent. He never expected her to fight back against him. Damian was the only Wayne that was known for fighting back in public.

"I don't know what crawled up you ass and died, but I didn't join the foreign exchange program to get bullied by some rich asshole again!" She shouted.

'Foreign exchange? Isn't she another adoptee by the Wayne family?'

"I'm on the foreign exchange scholarship." Marinette continued, "My parents, both of them, are very much alive and I'm from Paris, France. These 'scribbles' as you so-called them, are part of my fashion business! I have created countless fashion designs and I make money off of these. I have had these 'scribbles' on Paris runways and people wear them, performing at concerts! As for what Damian said, your 'word scribbles', I consider that art."

Marinette brought up a picture of Alix, "She is the daughter of one of the Louve curator's, but she prefers the same art as you. She knows more than anyone that art comes in many mediums but if you want to come after me; I'm ready this time!"

Doug remained silent, realizing he had underestimated her. He assumed right away, she was Wayne material simply from her looks.

"Sorry." he mumbled, sitting silently.

Marinette turned around and took her seat. As the class dismissed, Doug quickly made sure to avoid her.

It had been three week, since that day, and it was extremely noticeable that Damian Wayne had taken to hovering over the Parisian girl. The only solace that others received was that she seemed annoyed with him.

"Really?" her voiced came out, excited, "I've been looking for some art supply stores. All the ones I found weren't really good quality or it was just children's school supplies."

"I can take you after school." Damian suggested.

"Wait?" Marinette countered, "You're taking me?"

The Wayne heir nodded.

"You can just give me the address, you know." Marinette replied, "I don't want to disturb your day. I'm sure your busy."

"Not at all." Damian declared.

"Uh, okay then." Marinette smiled, "I'll see you after school."

The bell rang, ending the conversation. Doug watched as the halls began to clear out, but he was the only one who seemed to noticed the Ice Prince's smirk.

'Well, fuck! She hadn't been Wayne material before, but it seems Damian wants her to be now.'

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callalillywrites · 3 months ago

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Midterm Inspiration

Written for @steverogersbingo. C2 - Art Class.

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Pairing: Modern Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Female Classmate!Reader

Word Count: 2167

Summary: You and Steve must complete your midterm projects for art class. With a little inspiration from one another, you just might pull it off and gain something a little extra for all that effort.

Warnings: mutual pining/attraction; fluff; lots of fluff; some whining about art projects but not too much; gentlemanly Steve; sweet Steve; smitten reader

A/N: I did write this fully with pre-serum Steve in mind, but minus a sentence or two, you can also absolutely imagine 'normal' Steve for this piece if you'd rather.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

****

"Don't forget your midterm projects are due next week," the professor shouted over the din of gathered backpacks and other supplies. "It's worth a third of your grade."

"As if I could forget," you mumbled beneath your breath.

You'd filled up one sketchpad already with various ideas, but nothing had stuck out as good enough. Certainly not good enough to earn you a good enough grade on this project.

If only your professor had allowed you to switch to what you were good at. Portraits. That's where you shined even if your technical skills lacked a little. But, no, you'd picked landscapes from his blasted hat.

Sure, you could do a few specific animals, but you hated drawing trees and flowers and especially architecture. They never turned out as they should. Something was always off enough to make others second-guess whatever it was that you'd drawn.

At least with people, you could always get enough of their likeness and their personality that others could easily identify the person you'd drawn.

To make it more complicated, you had to choose the art style you'd be making said landscape. The options almost limitless, which presented its own problem when you had no idea what type of landscape you wanted to do.

"It can't be that bad," Steve, your table buddy, said, his shoulder bumping yours.

You scoffed. "Says the best artist in our class. I'm sure you finished your midterm masterpiece weeks ago."

When he didn't say anything, you glanced up from gathering your supplies to find Steve's cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. His eyes quickly dropped to a small nick on the table's edge near him. His nail picked at it as he seemed to struggle with his answer.

"Please, don't tell me you're stumped, too. If you are, then I'm surely doomed," you said so only he'd hear, only half-teasing. If you couldn't figure it out by the end of the day, you feared you wouldn't ever figure it out. To have that happen, it would mean a repeat of this class, which you could ill afford to do with your demanding course load and the strict plan you had in place for yourself.

Steve slowly shook his head. His voice was so low you could only make out the first half, "No, I have it pretty well planned out, but I…"

Like you, Steve had drawn his project's subject from that same blasted hat. But his had been what you'd wanted. Portraits. While you'd seen his skill at them, the few sketchpads he'd shown had been filled with various pieces of architecture, the cutest little animals he'd spotted, and quite a bit of nature. He'd do a landscape justice if he'd chosen it from the hat instead.

"Would you like me to look at it? Offer some insights?" you asked, really wanting to help him out. It didn't matter that he was the best in the class. You hadn't been lying about that, but you also really wanted to help him out.

More like, you really wanted to spend more time with him.

Steve wasn't like any of the other guys you knew. He was a gentleman through and through. From opening doors to pulling out your chair to even loaning you his favorite pencils, he always made sure you were taken care of. While most guys would do it to win points, you knew these actions were so much a part of him. It would never occur to Steve that they weren't expected of him. Not nowadays anyway.

Yet, it didn't stop him from doing them each class for you.

And you couldn't help the crush you'd developed, either. It went so much deeper, too, with Steve than it had with any other guys from your past. Him having manners was a small part of what made you fall for him. It was everything about him. His blue eyes, his laugh, his caring nature, and especially his sassier side. It was his zero tolerance for bullies and his sweet nature towards those with less than him. He never forgot where he came from, and you knew he never would.

How could you not fall for someone like him?

Steve coughed even as he ducked his head. It did little to hide how pink his face had gotten. He followed up another shake of his head by saying, "Nah, I'll figure it out."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind."

"I'm good," another cough escaped him before he cleared his throat, "but I'm free if you'd like some help with yours."

You couldn't help the smile that slid over your features.

Every week, he asked you in some way to join him after class, and every week, you accepted. It'd been like that since your first day of class.

The two of you had just hit it off.

Maybe it was the way you'd practically landed at his feet after tripping over someone's backpack strap. Or maybe it was the way he'd stood up for you when that same person yelled at you for trying to wreck their stuff. He didn't have a snowball's chance of winning the fight with the burly football player, but he'd stood up anyway.

To make your bond even stronger, he'd even offered you some of the snack he'd brought with him as you dusted yourself off. He was never without some type of healthy snack and always too small to typically share with someone else. It never stopped him from offering.

"Got a place in mind?" you asked, picking up your stuff and situating it in your arms. "The cafeteria or off-campus this time?"

"Off would be nice but only if you want to."

Unable to help yourself, you leaned into his space and pressed the quickest of kisses to his cheek. The impulse was something you'd never really indulged in before, but you just couldn't help yourself this time.

Pulling back, you caught how much more pink had suffused Steve's cheeks. It might've worried you if not for how quickly his shock was giving way to the largest grin you'd ever seen on him.

A few jeers were lobbed your way and Steve's, but neither of you paid any attention as you said, "I'll drive. Tell me where you were thinking."

Steve nodded. "My treat this time, okay?"

You didn't dare argue, letting him lead you out of the classroom.

*****

That lunch had really been the real beginning for you both.

Not only had he helped you with some real inspiration for your midterm landscape piece, he'd promised you'd been just the inspiration he needed to finish his own midterm portrait. To your dismay, though, he refused to go into any details about it or even give you a single hint of what he was going to do. Nope, he kept completely mum about it, changing the subject every time throughout your lunch together.

Midterm schedules worked out in such a way that you didn't see Steve again until late the following week.

You'd missed him even as you spent most of your time studying for other exams and getting the final touches on your art project. It would've been nice if you could've done more than the occasional texting you two allowed yourselves.

At least, you'd get to see him during your art class's scheduled midterm.

Easels lined the outer edges of the classroom, awaiting whatever piece someone had made. Some of them were already occupied by fellow classmates. Your gaze swept over their pieces as you sought out the easel with your name on it.

If you also happened to seek out Steve's easel, you couldn't be blamed for that.

Honestly, it was his fault that you did.

Since your lunch together, he'd continued to tease you about his project though he still refused to give you any real details or hints about it. The way he'd built it up though, you were practically buzzing with anticipation at seeing it finally.

When you came upon your assigned easel, a quick glance to the side told you Steve's easel was next to yours, but it remained empty. A small pang of disappointment tugged within you, but you pushed it aside, knowing he'd be there soon enough.

With the few minutes you had left, you carefully set your piece on your easel. Not about to waste those final bit of time you had, you checked for any flaws that could easily be touched up. It wouldn't take much as you'd gone for a simpler style with your time constraints. Minimal color filled in the mostly soft black lines you used to provide all the details of the scene you'd chosen to depict.

"Wow," Steve breathed behind you, making you jump as you'd been concentrating so hard. "You did an amazing job, but I had no doubts you would. Your attention to even the smallest details really comes through despite the few lines you've actually used. It's like being back there all over again."

"It was a good day," you murmured, a small smile gracing your lips. Your midterm project really had come out better than you'd thought it would. There was no doubt as to why, either, as your reason was standing right behind you. In a bold move, you added, "I wouldn't mind going again soon. Maybe make a day of it instead of an afternoon."

You dared a peek over your shoulder to see Steve's mouth dropping open.

He recovered quickly enough and offered you a hopeful smile that dared to light up his entire face. "You'd really want to? With me, right?"

A soft giggle escaped even as you nodded.

"Mr. Rogers isn't wrong. This is an amazing piece," your professor said, coming up to the two of you. His wide grin as he studied your piece was enough to have your feet leave the ground. "I'm glad I held my ground. If this is what you can do when you don't want to, I'm curious to see what you'll do when you have carte blanche for your final project. I'm expecting great things from you."

"I won't let you down, sir," you said, barely containing the squeal that wanted to erupt from you. Your gaze moved from your professor to Steve who shot you two thumbs up. Your desire to squeal settled into something warm and fuzzy in your chest as you added, "I had some really great inspiration to help me with it."

Neither you nor Steve noticed the amused glance your professor had as his eyes bounced between you two. A chuckle escaped him as he mumbled, "Indeed."

After another moment of simply watching you two being so smitten, your professor cleared his throat. "Alright, Mr. Rogers, let me see your piece, then you two may head out for whatever awaits you next."

Steve nodded though he grew fidgety as he slowly pulled his piece from its protective sleeve.

It took you several moments to recognize the inspiration for Steve's portrait.

When you did, you couldn't help the gasp that escaped you.

"That's me," you breathed.

He'd gone with markers for his piece and fine-line pens for the finer details. It was in the finer details where he'd really made you look so beautiful. The realistic vision he'd gone for surpassed your greatest expectations, especially when you noted the light reflected in your eyes. There was something else in them that you couldn't quite define, but you really wanted to.

"Very well done, Mr. Rogers. I'll take them from here." Your professor quickly shooed you both from the room though his smile remained kind. "Now, you two, go on. I'm sure you have plenty to talk about, and I'll be looking forward to whatever else you create the rest of this semester."

He shut the door before either of you could think to say anything.

Left alone in the hall, you turned to Steve, only to find him fidgeting worse than he was before.

"I hope I didn't overstep," he said, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck. The other clenched and unclenched at his side, still gripping the protective sleeve.

Not wanting him to doubt your feelings another second, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips to his. The kiss didn't last long, but you poured everything you could into it. Even as you pulled back, you didn't go far, choosing instead to rest your forehead against his.

"Steve Rogers, will you be my guy?" you asked in another rare show of bravery.

This time, his lips were the ones to meet yours before he pulled back and said, "I was supposed to ask you that, but yea, I'd really like that. Can I take you out this weekend? Maybe go back to that spot you drew from memory so well?"

You matched his hopeful smile with a sweet one of your own.

This, you knew, was going to be the beginning of something wonderfully sweet.

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