#I need to buff my portfolio I need someone to hire me

[stinkybrowndogs]

First pass at a mock book cased on the watership down prologue

[mysheithheart]

This is my first Sheith quick prompt and I didn’t beta it so sorry for any errors!

The Art student! Shiro/ Sheith fic no one asked for.

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After Shiro’s third attempt to putting together his painting still life, Shiro realized he wasn’t going to get anything done that October night. He figured with his roommate Matt visiting his sister he would have some quiet time to get some work done. But every time he tried to arrange the now chaotic still life in their dorm room common area, he ended up hating it when beginning to sketch it out. Deciding to take a mental break, Shiro took off outside to breath in the fresh air.

It was about 2 am (usually Shiro’s favorite time to work on his art portfolio) and some students were still relaxing outside at the picnic tables smoking cigarettes. Although Shiro didn’t smoke himself he always did enjoy this spot especially late at night with all the other junior collage students. Conversations would either get really deep or really funny.

Tonight it seemed that the only two other students were doing more making out than smoking, so he took up his favorite perch further away from them to sit on top of the picnic bench with his feet resting on the bench seat.

The University was in a great location on top of a very steep hill overlooking the city. Although the city looked completely different from the his hometown, it still gave him a warm feeling that he could be apart of it. He sat in the quiet for a few minutes just letting his mind go blank. This way maybe getting a small break from his final painting will give him the motivation he needed to go back up to his dorm to finish it.

The calm was broken when a group of four students came out of the dorms, clearly drunk from their loud explanations as soon as they hit the night air. Shiro got off the picnic bench and decided to take a walk around campus instead. It wasn’t that he wasn’t social, but sometimes the drunk students were pretty easily offended and were ready to fight anyone. He learned that from experience.

The pathway around campus was bumpy as the roads were still the old brick in the 1800s, but Shiro had taken this walk enough times to know where the tree roots were taking over the brick path and the deep man hole that the campus didn’t intend to fix until the next century.

What Shiro didn’t expect was to find a young man who appeared to be sleeping in said man hole. He didn’t look homeless so maybe he was a drunk college student. With jet black hair that almost looked violet in the night, the boy was pretty breath taking for a passed out drunk.

Deciding to finally do something besides standing there like an idiot, (god, Shiro what if he had a medical problem? He berated himself) he knelt down to feel for the guy’s pulse. It was pretty strong, thank goodness. He tapped the stranger on the cheek a few times to see if he would wake up. Thankfully this seemed to do the trick. Dark blue, almost violet looking eyes snapped open to stare into his own, and Shiro felt his breath catch a bit. Damn, this was definitely a sign that he needed to get laid if that’s all it took for him to go weak in the knees. Matt would be cackling if he ever found out.

“Hey, are you able to stand?” Shiro asked, backing up a little bit so the man could stretch and blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“Oh my goddd Jamie Lee Curtis is that you??” The guy slurred. Shiro couldn’t help the snort that came out of him at that and was surprised with himself that he found the comment more funny than offensive from a total stranger. Was it because of his white hair? Most likely. Matt had made a similar joke when he had first dyed it.

“Nope, just a broke college student.” Shiro chuckled as the stranger went to sit up, if not a bit shakily. “Can you stand up?”

“Are we at your house?” The guy asked instead, moving to stand but having a hard time getting his footing right. Shiro immediately went to help him to get on the vertical plane again. Now they were both just chilling in a man hole with Shiro trying to help this guy stay standing. He wondered how he was going to get them out of this one.

“This is definitely not my house. I’m not that broke.” Shiro kept his tone light. He pulled himself out of the man hole and gave the stranger a pull up. “Do you live around here?”

“Uhh.. yeah??” Shiro sighed inwardly. This guy was clearly too drunk to even remember his own name. How was he supposed to get this guy back to his house safely?

“Do you have someone you can call to pick you up?” He asked instead. The young man’s nose crinkled up in thought and Shiro couldn’t help thinking that it was the cutest shit he’d probably ever seen.

“Yeah you can call the blue chicken nugget.” The guy grumbled, literally throwing his phone at Shiro before stumbling over to a mail box to lean on it heavily. “Have we met before?” He seemed to be talking to the mailbox, so Shiro was left clueless.

“Blue... chicken nugget?” He unlocked the guys phone and decided to just look at his recent calls. Surprisingly, “the blue chicken nugget” was a contact name he had called multiple times that day including 2 hours ago.

“I’m going to give them a call then.” He said to the younger man, but he seemed to be too preoccupied trying to strattle the mailbox. He decided to just do it. The guy on the other end was thankfully not drunk and went by the name of Lance. He apologized several times before asking for their location and told Shiro he would be there in 5. Shiro ended the call and looked over to the drunk stranger, who had successfully made it on top of the mailbox but looking strikingly like Humpty Dumpty. Shiro thankfully had great reflexes so when the drunk fell off the mailbox he was quick to catch him in his arms.

“Jamie Lee how did you get so buff? What’s your secret?” The guy giggled, and he seemed to be comfortable hanging off Shiro’s arm. It didn’t look comfortable to him.

“Actually, the name’s Shiro. And Lance will be here soon, so let’s get you back on your feet.” Shiro felt like he was moving an American girl doll back to standing position, if an American girl doll was squirmy and had great abs.

“Shiro, that’s a great name. You’re a great guy. So great. So helpful.” He giggled before Shiro finally led him to a nearby bench so they could wait.

“Thanks.” Shiro chuckled. “Do you go to school around here?”

“Nah, I work. Gotta pay for the bear traps somehow.” Shiro was so surprised at the response he didn’t even get to ask what the drunk man was talking about before the guy changed the subject. “Do ever just think about the fact that we just like exist? Like bro, we’re alive.” Shiro smiled at his drunken rambling, deciding to stay relatively quiet as the guy then continued to give him facts about wolf hounds.

“Geez, man. I can’t leave you alone for two seconds!” Shiro turned to see a Cuban young man with the University jacket on and a white baseball cap that read: ‘FBI: Female Body Inspector.’

“You must be Lance?” Shiro smiled patiently. The Lance guy helped the drunk man to his feet and thanked him too many times to count before the two went stumbling in the direction of East campus.

“Thank you so much Jamie Lee! I loved you in Scream Queens!” Shiro just threw his head back and laughed as he heard Lance scolding the drunk man for insulting his savior.

After watching the two stumble off into the night, Shiro decided to head back to his dorm. He had a sudden spark of motivation after meeting the interesting stranger. He now realized that asking for the guys name would have been a good idea. Better not to mention this to Allura or Matt. The two would badger him about finally being interested in someone after his breakup with Adam and not even having the balls to get his name.

To conclude, Shiro finally found his muse for for his still life. Getting back to his dorm and grabbing a mouse trap from under the sink, he set it to the far right of the still life. It wasn’t a bear trap, but it was close enough, he thought amusingly deciding to endulge himself. It somehow pulled the whole composition together. He laughed for a good two minutes straight by himself in his dorm at 3 am at the relavation.

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The next week, Shiro’s Painting professor had given him so much praise on his still life (Matt thought the guy was just trying to sleep with him. “Not everyone is trying to sleep with me, Matt.” “You’re to close to the truth to see it!” Matt argued back.) that he suggested Shiro try broading his portfolio by step in on a few of the advanced figure drawing classes. Shiro never was a big fan of drawing the figure, but if he wanted to be a well rounded artist, he had to make the attempt. That’s how he found himself sitting in the back of a small figure drawing class that was held later at night than his normal classes. He felt nervous that he didn’t belong there, but the other students were all nice and welcoming. One girl named Nadia assured him that they all felt what he felt when it came to drawing the figure. “I screw up constantly and they still let me back in!” She smirked.

The professor walked in right on time and then class began with a quick critique of the homework. Shiro just balked as Nadia pulled out a nude figure that was depicted perfectly in his eyes to be critiqued. Several minutes later and many ideas and inputs that gave Shiro inspiration for his own work, the class began to get their supplies while they waited for the University hired nude model to arrive.

“Yes, we got Kogane!” Shiro heard Nadia almost sing quietly while he rummaged his portfolio bag for the third time looking for his tube of aquamarine blue. “The Professor doesn’t like him because he says that it’s easier to draw the figure with thicker bodies, but the guy has the same body type as my boyfriend, so it’s easier for me.” That must have been the skinny but very muscle toned man that was in her homework assignment. She was so lucky to have a boyfriend who would pose for her. Shiro finally made a small noise of triumph when he found the oil paint tube. But when he looked up he choked on his own spit. In the front of the studio arguing with the Professor was the handsome drunk he found in the man hole last week. He was going to be seeing this guy nude??

Lord, give me strength. Shiro thought when the guys eyes scanned the room and locked onto his.