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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 4 years

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How to hold a sword - Geralt of Rivia x Reader - Part 1 of 2

Summary: You are bored with your life and want more. Luckily, Geralt of Rivia visits the town one day.

Requested by: @just-antiyou “could i request a geralt x reader where the reader is slightly wealthy but hates it and wants to be tougher than she looks so she hites geralt to teacher her and he slowly falls for her but she doesnt comprehend why HER? maybe this made no sense im so sorry i love ur writing pls an thank u stay safe” --> Hope you like it! I decided to make two parts out of the story! <3

Words: 2030 Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x fem!Reader Warnings: none

„Stop wasting my time. “

„Come on! I can pay you!”

“Sure you can.”

“Yes! Don’t you believe me?”

“Stop bothering me and go home.”

“I have coin! Here!”

Finally, the Witcher turned around when he heard the rattling of the coins in your small bag as you held it up. He quickly grabbed your hand, forcing it down. “Are you mad or do you enjoy the idea of being robbed,” he scolded you.

He was right. You were standing in the middle of a busy street, merchants and farmers passing you by as they made their way home from the market. The sun was already beginning to set and the first drunks stumbled out of the tavern to your right. Two working girls shrieked when a man fell against them, landing face down on one of the their bosoms, and angrily pushed him away.

You let the small bag slip back into the pocket of your coat. “I have coin!”, you repeated yourself.

“Where’d you get that?”, he demanded to know. “Did you steal it?”

You snorted. Asshole. “My family owns half the town. Did you not recognize this?!” You pointed at your necklace with the family emblem brightly visible.

His eyes only grazed shortly over it. “I’m not from here.”

“Right, because you’re Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher, a famous one – so give me one reason why you would decline my offer?”

“Teaching spoilt girls how to hold a sword is not in my job description.”

“First of all,” this time you pointed your finger at him. “I’m not a girl, I’m a woman, so start treating me like one! And secondly, as far as I’m concerned, there is no monster to kill for you at the moment.”

“There’s always monsters to kill.”

“Witcher!” A frustrated sigh escaped your mouth. What was his problem?

Geralt looked at you intensely, his eyes wandering from your face to your pocket, where the coins were stowed, back to your face. He pondered about what the offer would truly mean – letting another person come too close to him rarely resulted in anything good. People around him tend to end up hurt or heartbroken or dead. The last person to experience this had been Jaskier. Years of traveling together and it ended in Geralt chasing him away, blaming him for things that weren’t his fault. This happened a few years back and since then, the two of them had rekindled their friendship, but still. His point remained unchanged.

However, this could be different. You didn’t seek him out to become friends. It was nothing more than a job. Not to mention that your comment about him not having anything better to do at the moment was true. He could really use the coin. Before Geralt was able to rethink this, he wiped his eyes in a tiring and annoyed matter. “Fine.”

Your face lit up instantly and a big smile appeared on it. “Yes? Oh thank you!”

“Ten days.”

“That’s a good start!”, you exclaimed happily.

“It’s not a start, it’s all I’m offering,” he corrected you. Were you always this cheerful or just when you got your way? “What do I get out of it?”

“Three coins for each day.”

The Witcher raised an eyebrow. There was far more in that bag of yours and you both knew it. “Eight.”

“Four.”

“Seven.”

“Witcher!”

“Six then.”

“Five.”

“Deal,” he nodded.

Your smile grew even wider. “Thank you! This is fantastic!”

The only acknowledgment you got for that statement was a low grunt. He wasn’t so sure about it being a fantastic idea. “Meet me here tomorrow when the sun rises. Do you own a sword?”

He let out a sigh when you shook your head. “Of course you don’t. Doesn’t matter. Tomorrow, when the sun rises! Understood?”

“Understood!”

***

You arrived early the next morning. The excitement for the days to come was too overwhelming so after hours of tossing and turning and occasionally falling into a half slumber, you decided to cut the night short.

You nervously looked around you. Despite the late (or rather early) hour, the street was buzzing with people. Mostly drunks but no less intimidating. It was the second time you visit this part of the town as your mother would forbid you to come here. “It’s a dangerous place,” she always said, “nothing to find there except for criminals and whores.” Observing the people around you, she might had a point.

Growing up in one of the richest families of the town was a blessing and a curse at the same time. Nothing seemed to be missing from your life – dresses and jewelry, parties and royal receptions – everything was there in arm’s reach. You never had to work a day in your life and never went to bed on an empty stomach. Still, you were unhappy. You were born into this world with no purpose. All you had to do was look pretty, agree to a beneficial marriage and produce heirs. Your father didn’t allow you to be something else, something more. You never asked for much, knowing he’d deny your requests, except for learning how to fight and defend yourself. It was a simple desire but you hoped it would give you something. What, you weren’t sure. A purpose maybe? Indubitably, he refused you.

A sense of guilt and shame rushed through you. It happened every time as you were aware that the problems were nothing more than luxurary at best. After all, what gave you, a privileged girl with no troubles, the right to complain when there were people starving and dying?

“Well, ‘ello there, aren’t you a pretty one.”

You shrieked at the slurring words coming from your left. A man, smelling of beer and piss, reeled towards you. A disgusted look on your face, you took a step back.

“What’s that face, pretty one? Don’t cha think I’m pretty too?”

“Fuck off!”

A second voice made you turn around in surprise. Geralt of Rivia was standing in the doorway of the tavern, glaring at the drunk. Even in his current state of mind, the man sensed that Geralt wasn’t someone he wanted to bother, so he spit out undefinable curses and stumbled away.

“Thank you,” you said to the Witcher. He looked different this morning. Rested and bathed, you figured and realized his attractiveness for the first time since you met him. Last night you were more focused on convincing him to train you. Tall, broad, with his glooming golden eyes and white hair that fell loosely on his shoulders – only a blind person could deny his good looks.

Geralt eyed you up and down. “Now why would you wear that?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion and looked down at your blue dress and fine cloak that hugged your figure. “What?”

“You want to learn how to fight, am I wrong?”

“No, you’re not.”

“And you’re gonna do that in a dress?”

“I’ve seen women fight in dresses.”

“But not in fucking ball gowns.”

“This is not a ball gown!” You protested.

He rolled his eyes and started walking. “Whatever, come on. We have a long day ahead.”

You followed, struggling to keep up with him. He didn’t seem to care all that much. “Why do you sleep here?” You pointed back to the run-down pension.

“What do you mean?”

“With the money I’m paying, you can afford better … places.”

“I like it here.”

“You like sleeping around these creatures?”

Geralt didn’t answer instead he shot you a glance that made your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You knew exactly what he thought in this moment – he probably regretted taking the job and dreaded the fact that he was stuck with a spoilt girl like you for the next days. You didn’t blame him.

You couldn’t have known on this day but you were wrong. Geralt didn’t have any regrets – not yet however. He saw you as spoilt, yes. He also recognized your will to change – or else you wouldn’t have come to him in the first place.

***

One hour later and Geralt finally stopped in his tracks. You were more than thankful as your feet already started to hurt. The two of you had left the town far behind and had now reached a small clearing in the woods.

With a sigh you sat down and leaned against a tree. Geralt kept his gaze on the ground and walked around the clearing, looking for something.

You watched him. There was certainly something about that Witcher with his tall figure, white-hair and brooding looks. Only a blind woman would deny that. For a brief moment, you wondered if he had a companion or a consort, so to speak. What kind of woman did he desire? You had heard rumors about a mage he had taken as his lover. So probably powerful woman, fighters, he didn’t need to worry about protecting.

“Here,” a stick landing in front of you catapulted you back into reality.

You looked at the stick and back at Geralt. “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Fight,” only then you noticed a second branch, resting in his hand.

“With a stick?”

“Yes.”

You grabbed it and got up in the same movement. “I’m not a child, I won’t play with sticks,” putting some force behind your words, you looked at him intensely.

His face didn’t falter. “What do you suggest instead?”

“A sword. I want to learn how to fight with a sword.”

“You’re not ready.”

“We only have two weeks though, we need to speed up this whole process,” you argued.

“You’re not ready.” He repeated sternly.

You kept staring at him, realizing that you wouldn’t win this argument. A sigh left your lips. “Fine.”

A small smile appeared on his face. “Great. Let’s get started.”

*** The first training was an absolute disaster. You were convinced that you spent the most time on the ground, face-down in the mud – the rest of the time you got your ass kicked. The exhaustion you felt when you were back in the tavern with torn clothes and leaves in your hair came close to nothing you ever experienced in your life.

Geralt sat next to you, happily eating his piece of chicken, looking like he had just returned home from a lazy and relaxed day out of town.

“You should eat something,” he said in between bites.

You looked down at your plate where the food remained untouched. “I’m not hungry.”

“Yes, you are.”

As if your stomach wanted to agree, a low growl was heard.

Geralt smirked but didn’t comment.

“Fine,” you admitted. “I’m starving.”

“But?”

“Everything hurts.” It was true, you felt too exhausted to take one bite out of the meat.

He shrugged. “Of course it does. You’ll get better though.”

“I don’t think so,” you sighed. “Did you see me today?!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Geralt said with a chuckle. “I promise that you’ll be able to fight and win against Jaskier by the end of this.”

“Is he a good fighter?” You asked with narrowed eyes.

“He’s not too bad.”

“What if I lose against him?”

“You’ll get your coin back.”

“Deal.” You nodded in contently. Then you added after a brief moment: “Wait, who’s Jaskier?”

“He’s traveling with me,” Geralt simply answered and took a sip from his beer mug. “You’ll meet him tomorrow. He knows people from this town.”

Jaskier. You were curious about the kind of person a Witcher spent his time with when he wasn’t away, hunting beasts. Was he as calm and collected as Geralt? Always so serious?

Another growl came from your stomach and you looked back at the plate. Well, maybe not eating at all would be a worse decision. After all, there were nine more days filled with exhaustion ahead of you. Slowly, you reached down to grab one of the chicken legs and bit into it.

Geralt watched you carefully and a very small part of him began to like the idea of having to spend more dinners with you in the next days. Of course, he’d never admit it. Not even to himself.

***

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siremyy · 6 years

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episode 7 rundown

frickin gordy teaching robbie the ways of the bench i love it

ok they’re acting like a runthrough is a big radical idea but my school starts doing runthroughs like a week or two before tech week so...?

“propmaster” what the fuck i wanna put that on my resume

rise what the FUCK do you MEAN we didn’t get to hear jeremy sing

oh what the heck coach said goodnight that means NO SEX AND YET

ANNABELLE’S FUCKING FACE SHE K N O W S

“we can rock it all night long” eurggghhh my face like instinctually clenched up and jeremy is rIGHT THERE FUCK

sean stop playing with my heartstrings like that reeee

ok where’s tracey?? i thought she was helping sasha with this???

IM PISSING MYSELF AT ROBBIE HIS FUCKING “no. no. no.” AND EMOTIONLESS DROP TO HIS KNEES WAJKDHFKLG

robbie don’t get defensive yeesh he’s the director it’s his job to give you constructive criticism even if he sucks at it

maashous don’t you dare leave

y’all better stop making my boy maashous sad i stg

can the principal stfu about pirates of penzance NO ONE LIKES PIRATES IM TELLING YOU

ok a lot of teachers at my school offer extra credit if ppl see the musical so why doesn’t lou just,,, do that?

since when is lou on a first name basis w his students?? anyway SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT “not everything’s about you lou” SHIT U RIGHT

ok like i get gwendy is cute and all but the “u calm me down” thing was kiiiiinda creepy

YES JEREMY CALL HIM OUT FUCK IM THRIVING

“you know why” THATS SO GOOD I LOVE MY BOY JEREMY HE DESERVES THE WORLD

ok ik that scenes over but jeremy’s heckin voice broke when he said “just don’t touch me” fuckkk they’re both so emotional im about to break simon’s face

maashous, literally taking apart a fucking dryer in the middle of the night: yeah im fine

HE’S SO DISTRESSED RISE CAN CATCH THESE HANDS

ajdghdfhkafhg liletteeee i love her

gordy is FINALLY getting what he deserves and i am GLAD

nevermind oops

jolene had me fuckin wheezing god i wanna be her friend

michael sNAPPED and for good reason but also YIKES ALL MY KIDS ARE UNHAPPY CAN WE GO BACK TO EPISODE 1

ok if gwen can drive then why is there this big drama over her getting a ride from her dad??

omg maashous thought he was getting kicked out MY BABY BOY NO

ugh heck i knew gordy’s meetings were too good to be true

OH MY GOD JEREMY’S DEADPAN “and in the meantime” IM FUCKING HOWLING HE’S SO PETTY and rightfully so I LOVE HIM IT’S WHAT SIMON DESERVES

“we had ONE scene that was working” f u c k this is the best plot in the show im cackling

lou is being so annoying im about to snap

jeremy swerving out of the way when robbie storms off yeah same

lou goddamm stop taking out your anger on your fricking students you are being an a s s h o l e

okay i know this has been addressed but WHAT IS THIS FUCKIN YOSHI

lou having a freaking meltdown is a mood but also i am 16 and he is like 40 so uhhhh GROW UP DUDE

yayyyy sasha and michael made up

ok ok ok nose piercings have to start with studs you can’t just go straight to a ring and also they don’t look that pretty like five minutes after but ANYWAY

yoooooo gwendy finally kisseddd why can’t the rest of these ships be so simple

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY MISSED THE FIRST TOUCH ME CHORUS THIS IS SLANDER UPON MY BOY SEAN

heaven TOUCH

wow gordy looks swell in that jacket

oh my god that was fast y’all are taking this relationship mighty quickly

SO MUCH SEX IS HAPPENING AHHHHH

what do you mEAN there’s only two more minutes SO MUCH IS UNRESOLVED WTF

simon,,,,,,,,,,

do they have a sheet,,,, in between them,,,, while fucking?? is that normal?

oh my god simon my boy no no no he’s in pain

annabelle don’t kICK him oUT just because he don’t wanna smash no more you can see he’s hurting be suPPORTIVE AAAAAA

that’s the eND?????

final thoughts: CAN YOU BELIEVE WE STILL HAVEN’T HEARD JEREMY SING SOLO????? OUTRAGEOUS. no but actually. his touch me scene would have been perfect for a realization moment for simon. i’m really hoping we see that later because it would HIGHKEY be a wasted opportunity. (more thoughts under the cut)

anyway. a LOT happened in this episode, but not as much as last week. lou had his breakdown. tbh don’t really care about his storming out bc tracey could still save this show. also it felt like lou was almost purposefully jabbing at robbie, so not surprising there.

we had like,,, not enough lilette this ep. i wish they’d put more into her storyline. it feels like she got robbie and kind of faded back. at most she acts as a vice in her mother’s storyline with coach or as the supporting character in simon’s.

which reminds me: simon’s storyline. quite probably one of the best aspects of the show. ted does a fantastic job of showing simon’s emotional turmoil and sean is swell as usual, even if he’s a side character. that confrontation was REALLY nice to see because i was worried they were gonna portray jeremy as liking simon no matter how harsh simon could be, so i’m glad to see jeremy standing up for himself a little bit even if it’s making simon more conflicted. also i was CACKLING at the fucking deadpan woybr scene like the way jeremy just looks away and rubs his nose and simon’s sitting there like fuck and lou’s like,,, please,,,,,, can we have this one thing,,,, god that’s the peak of comedy sorry to say it. i’m super excited to see more going forward.

and sasha and michael?? heckin cute. i really liked that they showed the impacts of what both are going through and that they resolved it peacefully in the end. i ALSO appreciate that they’re showing sasha really thinking through whether or not she’s keeping the baby, even though her douchey boyfriend seems convinced she’s getting an abortion.

also, if they hurt my boy maashous i’ll riot. i feel like we’re gonna see a lot more maashous angst moving forward and idk if i’m ready. his scene with the wife and the dryer where he literally thought he was getting himself kicked out was beautiful, rarmian did great.

also gwen and gordy are together and they fucked on the beach gross do u know how bad sand is for your hoo-hah so i guess that’s that?? like what else are they gonna do with that now???

anyway,,, siremy was the highlight of the episode but who’s surprised. also annabelle was being a self-centered hecker and like,, that’s not you barb what is you doing.

super excited for next week yee-haw.

ok but look at this shit im cackling

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taegijae-blog · 7 years

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BREAKFAST DELIVERY 4

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 1k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number. but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

| part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

"..."

"How come you won't talk to me? Is it because I made you cry?"

"..."

Jaebum stuffed his hands in his hoodie's pockets as he strolled besides the silent Youngjae.

"I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I really didn't mean to. Honest to God," Jaebum said in a pleading voice, clasping his hands together as if begging for forgiveness.

"It's... whatever," Youngjae muttered as he turned his head to the side and absolutely refused to look at Jaebum and his stupid, handsome face. From his abnormally white backpack, he took out the sandwich he was offered from the anonymous person. Jaebum's lit up significantly when noticing that, but he knew he had to act ignorant.

"You're eating?" he asked, though he regretted saying so the moment the words slipped out of his mouth. He didn't want to sound insensitive or anything, especially after seeing how Youngjae had shed tears so easily that day's lunchtime.

Youngjae's hands unwrapped the sandwich even slower once he was questioned about it, but nonetheless he seemed adamant about consuming it. That was all Jaebum wanted to see from him. "It's... something a person gave to me. They wanted me to cheer up after crying or... something like that," the younger murmured, taking a rather large bite out of his food. His cheeks puffed up once realizing how tasty it was; Jaebum had to suffer through witnessing that and trying not to scream.

"Um... how long are you going to walk with me?" Youngjae abruptly asked with a mouthful of ham and cheese.

"Oh-uh, I don't know. I'm kinda bored, so..." Jaebum trailed off, hoping that the other would get the hint and offer to hang out.

"Okay. Have fun, then," Youngjae said a bit too harshly, turning around the corner without even saying any goodbyes to Jaebum. Meanwhile, the male who was just utterly rejected stood in silence as he stared at Youngjae's back as it grew smaller.

Although he was definitely bummed about the cold rejection he received, his determination grew hotter internally. He guaranteed that his tricks were working and he proposed that by the end of the school year, he and Youngjae would be texting away all night. Oh, how he adored that idea.

Jaebum double checked his wallet before jogging over to the familiar convenient store.

🍽

It just so happened that Jinyoung passed by Youngjae being cornered to the wall. A group of three snotty-looking girls looked down at the poor boy. Jinyoung, interested to see what was going on, hid behind a door and watched things unfold.

"Didn't I tell you to do the work for me?" One of them sneered.

"The teacher told us that we'd get a D if only one of us did all the work," Youngjae said softly as his body seemed to melt and become one with the wall.

"She doesn't care! You're smart enough to figure that out yourself, aren't you?" Another girl taller than the first who spoke spat, crossing her arms. Jinyoung was pretty disgusted at what he was witnessing, ut he knew better than to interfere. If anything, Youngjae should be able to figure out how to deal with the mess he was in.

The first girl smirked and leaned in close to Youngjae's ear, whispering only a few words. Although her heavily glossed lips barely moved, the little she said was enough to make him look devastated. The girls left soon after that, giggling at what was most likely each other's rude remarks about the shy, introverted Choi Youngjae.

Jinyoung saw that as the appropriate time to move out. With both his hands coolly hidden in his pants pockets, he strutted down the hall and eventually caught up to Youngjae. They were walking side by side, the atmosphere between them highly awkward.

"Hey, you," Jinyoung called out. "Are you trying to get her to shove you around? Do you have some sick crush on her?" Youngjae shook his head violently.

"Yeah. I thought so. So why are you letting her do that?"

"There's nothing I can do about it..."

"She threatened you with something, didn't she?"

Youngjae shook his head again, this time slower. "It wasn't a threat. She just... told me something."

Jinyoung's eyebrow arched. "What was it?"

"I won't tell you. I can't," he kept shaking his head in denial. Before Jinyoung could say anything else, he broke out in a sprint and disappeared down the hallway.

"..."

This was surely something he should tell Jaebum.

🍽

Youngjae, in unease, entered his final class of the day: English. For the past few days, he had actually been looking forward to that class (well, more than usual, anyway). Someone who was choosing to stay anonymous had been kind enough to leave him food, noticing that he didn't eat. Typically, he'd curse at himself for taking in a bite of carbohydrates or sugar, but he didn't when eating that muffin or sandwich.

As he may or may not have expected, there was something left on his desk. He sat down in his chair, placed his bag down, and first looked at what it was. It was a large piece of soft bread with red bean filling inside it. The so-called sunshine just had to flash a tiny grin when holding that in his hands. He honestly didn't believe that someone was even taking the time to do this for him.

Like the previous times, there was a note that was messily ripped out from some notebook and even messier handwriting. For some reason, it was always written in English. It wasn't even good English either, but maybe that was what made it more enjoyable.

Youngjae stuffed the bread into his bag hastily once the teacher told the class to shush. He still held the piece of paper in his hand and as he read it, his eyes widened. The passage was longer than usual, and his eyes reached closer to the urge to shed a tear with every line he saw.

whatever they told you,

don't listen to them.

they don't know you.

they aren't you.

they're liars and they're only trying to discourage you.

instead...

you should trust in yourself

and then...

eat! :)

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uniformbravo · 7 years

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uhh first day of school post

it was fucken hot

seriously why did it have to be 110 degrees right on the week when i start having to go outside again bye

every semester the first thing i say is “i’m never taking an 8 am class ever again”

the second thing i say is “i’m never taking a class on the third floor ever again”

this semester, somehow, through a cruel twist of fate, i have ended up failing both resolutions with two classes each (two classes are at 8 am; two classes are on the third floor; one of them is at 8 am on the third floor)

((i only have 3 classes, there is overlap in the above description))

painting class was cool the teacher was cool i have to pick between oils & acrylics by next tuesday & i have no idea what i want to do

it was super awkward the whole time bc i sat next to this girl & then a couple other girls came in and sat on the other side of me and it was very clear they all knew each other and i could tell the first girl wished she was sitting w/ them but i was too nervous to offer to switch bc there was never a time that felt right so i just spent the whole class feeling like i was in the way so that wasn’t very.... fun

second class was intermediate drawing & ok

this guy is fairly new to teaching, says he graduated calarts a few years ago, and he seems nice & everything but i got the distinct impression that he doesn’t really know how to run a class

which is totally fair since he’s so new to it

but our first assignment is to “revisit” the final from the last art class we took & basically do it again???

not like a literal recreation of exactly what we did last time, he said he wanted us to like do it differently? have more fun with it?? add our own interests into it??? make it represent ourselves????

the more i think about this the more questions marks happen

he did not explain it well

he said he wants to use this to kind of gauge where everyone is at in terms of skill level, but couldn’t he just have done that by having us....... actually...... you know......... bring in our finals from the previous classes........................ instead of having us redo it....................................

this is literally the final project we’re talking about, the big thing that’s due at the end of the semester, the thing we were each given weeks to work on, and when does he want this in by?

wednesday

as in 2 days from now

wednesday

and we were all like “uhhhh can we have some time to work on it in class”

and the thing is, he didn’t even have a set due date, he’s treating this class like a democracy so whenever we were like “so wait when do you want this by” he’d be like “idk what do you guys think?” like i dont know dude!!! you’re supposed to have this shit figured out, we don’t know the scope of the assignment we don’t know the amount of work that should go into it, we don’t know how long it’s going to take, that’s supposed to be on you!! what the hell,

the whole thing was very

unclear

we were all trying to figure out what the fuck he wanted from us and as soon as it started turning into “yeah just bring it in by wednesday” we were all like panicking like “you want a finished recreation of our last class’ final project in two days” so we managed to amend it so we’d have the first half of wednesday’s class to work on it but still jesus??? the whole thing ended with him saying “just bring in a drawing on wednesday, does that sound good?” uh no not really

u want to gauge our skill level but ur only giving us 2 days to show it

buddy ur getting a pencil sketch of an idea that could be cool if i had more time to like refine it n shit

also just because i want to reiterate: if u wanted to see our current skill level why didnt u just have us bring in some of our previous works

like what the fuck

what

aaanyway despite all my complaining i think this could be an.... interesting class??? this is for intermediate drawing by the way, which is the class that i was like “boy i hope this is more interesting than beginning drawing” and hoooo

he said he wants to focus heavily on “conceptual art”, u know, art that has meaning n shit, he explained it as having something to say about the world or something like that, which is. cool i guess. the main thing i kinda latched onto was when he said he wanted to make the class enjoyable for everyone and have us doing drawings we’re interested in, so if the class can follow through on that promise then i’ll be good to go but if he pulls a “every drawing has to have some deep meaning and commentary on the world around us” then i will be. unhappy

i dont even know if he actually does drawings?? i mean he’s from calarts so obviously he has to have done art for that but like when someone asked if he’s gonna show us some of his work he was basically like “um yeah, but i don’t really have a lot, im more into exploring ideas for art than actually making it” and he said he’s into performance art so it’s like. that’s really cool & im happy for you but just curious why are you teaching a drawing class then. like a legitimate actual question tho, how does this class relate to what you do and how u gonna teach us if ur not putting these things into practice yourself

i realize im being kinda harsh because i only spent maybe a little over an hour in this class today so this is really just first impressions talk, like. i could be hugely underestimating him, maybe he is a fantastic teacher and i’ll have a lot of fun with this class??

but even as i type that im remembering other things he said, like how the assignments aren’t gonna be like in other classes where you’re told specifically what to draw or like how the lecture portions are gonna be like a seminar where we discuss art-related topics

it’s just super unconventional and it seems really experimental on his part like he really doesn’t know what he’s doing (which, again, understandable since he’s new and all) so it’ll probably just end up being the weirdest art class i’ve ever taken

and a couple years ago i’d probably have really really hated it just based on the lack of guidance alone, i could see a genuine complaint of this class being “it doesn’t feel like the next step after all the technical work and learning we did in beginning drawing”

but at this point im really intrigued and willing to give it the benefit of the doubt, and i’d rather treat it like an experience than a poorly structured class

and maybe that’s easier for someone in my situation to do since i didn’t really care all that much about this class in the first place so i didn’t have any expectations for it to meet anyway

im literally just taking it to fill my requirements so if it turns out to be an interesting experience then all the better, as long as i can pass

Side Note About The Grading, By The Way

the syllabus has a grading system listed

an A is described as “outstanding work, which exceeds guidelines of assignments, shows technical prowess, creativity, expression, intelligence and personal growth”

a B is “high quality work which meets the guidelines of the assignment”

like is it just me or shouldn’t the latter description be just fine to receive an A??? u did what u were supposed to and it was “high quality” like that is. the definition of an A assignment, the first description should be for an A+ like legitimately is this just me or

and then for a D it’s like “poor quality, little effort or understanding of the assignment” the “understanding” part is throwin me off like if the student didn’t understand the assignment then maybe u should explain it better for them?? i can see poor quality and low effort being good reasons for a low grade but not understanding seems a little unfair

im just getting into specifics now tho

i think im done talking abt this class now

hoo boy

an interesting first day to say the least

#''first day of school post'' or as i like to call it ''immediately complaining about my classes after just one (1) day''#retag later #today posts #school /#sorry i've been making so many school posts i just #need to let it out somewhere #also i love talking abt myself & my life :)

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Tell me your favourite headcanons about mic, aizawa or any of the kids please

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fav headcanons I’ve been trying to make a list somewhere there’s one in my drafts but it’d probably be a better distraction to think about it off the top of my head

Mic:

He can play several instruments, my favs being piano, violin, and guitar

He’s bi but has a preference for masc presenting people

there was a time in his life whee he hated his voice but because of his quirk and profession he’sgrown to love it and is very proud of it

he knows sign language and his parents are deaf

lotta lean muscle on that man

He’s a ctually a little sheepish and shy towards someone he wants to impress or someone he likes, his confidence is all an act until he really gets to know someone or is comfortable with them

he has adhd

he styled his hair before he liked birds, he didn’t style it to resemble them; after the connection was made in his head there was no going bck

he and midnight are like brother and sister

he has an older sister, she’s an opera singer and she’s the purest being on earth

he’s very cooperative with everyone, loves to fight, and is very protective

he genuinely enjoys teaching and loves those moments his students have when they finally /get/ a piece of material and feel an instance sense of pride in themselves, that’s his favorite moment in the world and there’s nothing better to him

Aizawa:

Has a lovely molotov cocktail of mental illnesses, the ones immediately coming tomind are: ptsd, depression, social anxiety, generalized anxiety, probably because lol self projecting he also has insomnia nad night terrors

it’s not my personal headcanon that he’s trans but I do really like it so that goes here

ace and idk what I think his romantic orientation would be, maybe demirom

he’sactually extremelyfond of everyone and loves everyone a lot, he just has issues actually displaying these emotions an d his depression makes it extrememlyhard to be open about it and to actually /feel/ it all, plus with the socialanxiety he never knows how to go about it it’s just all very awakrd to him (again self projecting)

the whole ballet thing when younger I’e made a post about that

he calls his family a lot but I picture him as an only child

Mic is his best friend

he really respects all might as a person and a hero, and his ideals, and respects their differences as well, but he doesn’t appreciate his favoritism towards certain students and how it seems like he just wanted to be a teacher because why not

he uses his hair and scarves to stim

has the subble because he has a babyface and he’s lazy

ripped as hell

Kiri:

Transman

He’ll do this thing when he opens a soda to just. fuckin. puncture it and shotgun it because why not

Mina:

She’s a lesbian lol hell yeah

She is very easily excitable which is why she never notices when she gets to be “too” much, but she does realize this about her and used to apologize about it a lot, but her mama had a talk with her and told her “there is nothing shameful about feeling deeply, and about being excited. you need to be happy about everything in the world because there’s a lot to be unhappy about. you can be that source of happiness. do not muteyourself and do not feel less” and now she doesn’t give a shit and is unapologetic

Tsuyu”

Ace/aro

just so G O O D

Iida:

He’s gay and I love him

Denki:

I’m not sure what I headcanon his sexuality to be but I don’t think he has any idea. He just feels what he feels, he’s not one for labels. Idon’t think he understands his own attraction either, like sometimes it’s there, sometimesit’snot. So he doesn’t really care. He likes girls,of course, but sometimeshe just copies what he thinks he’s “supposed” to say towaards that

he lovesojiros tail fuck and orjiro thinks it’sa lil weird but he’s like “eh whatevs”

uh uh uh uh uh

Jirou:

Has a bit of a crush on both momo and denki

tbh I kind of ship all three... of them... together to be honest? i’m not sure how I feel about it and I like never see art I only see jirou with one or the other but just like... WHY NOT BOTH........................

she’s also birom/ace (LIKE-UH MEEEEE) but she has a preference towards fem presenting ppl

Imght headcanon her as trans but again because I’m cis I’m a little unaware of how I should... make these headcanons?

okay Ithink im done with this now im sorry thank you

#mha #headcanons #anon #post: my ask

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taegijae-blog · 7 years

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BREAKFAST DELIVERY 7

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 2k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number. but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

| part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

"Um... when should I pay you back?"

"Don't."

"Ah," Youngjae muttered quietly. Although it was sort of rude of him to say that, he felt oddly touched. "But maybe if we go out to eat somewhere again, I could pay next time? I could, um, text you or something about it."

Def Soul looked up from his phone and his lips had a small gap in between them. "...You're offering me your number?"

"Yes?" Youngjae blinked. "Is there... something wrong with it?"

Internally, Jaebum was screaming. "Ah, it's nothing. Here," he mumbled while frantically opening his contacts on his phone, "this is my number."

"Okay." Youngjae punched in the number and entered it as a contact on his own phone, naming him '???-hyung.'

Def Soul cleared his throat loudly to try and calm himself down. He’d done it; he’d gotten his crush's number. It was unfortunate that he did so with his disguise of 'Def Soul,' though, and not as a simple Im Jaebum. Perhaps he could just reveal himself later once the two get closer, as a lighthearted surprise.

It'll be that easy, right?

Getting up from his seat, Def Soul went over to the counter and waited patiently for his order to be ready. The employee handed him a cup of vanilla ice cream and a coffee milkshake, which he held carefully with both hands back to where Youngjae awaited. His eyes visibly sparkled at the presence of good-looking sweets.

"Did you want toppings for that?"

"Oh. no, I think this is fine, but thank you."

"Mhm." He sipped on his milky drink, but he didn't pick up his phone for he decided to drop the cool act and actually, well, talk. Converse. "Youngjae, is that right?"

"Yes?" Youngjae replied with widened eyes and a mouthful of ice cream. He gulped nervously, thinking Def Soul was about to ask something serious from his posture and stone hard expression.

"Is it good?"

"Huh? Oh—oh!" Youngjae sputtered when realizing what he was talking about, swallowing his mouthful of ice cream. "It's really good. Do you want some?" he asked, lifting up a spoonful of it as an offering. Def Soul hesitantly leaned forward and opened his mouth. He made a cute 'Ahh~' sound when doing so, which caused Youngjae to giggle softly. After chomping on the spoon, Def Soul nodded his head while eating the ice cream.

Youngjae's cheeks grew a bit pink. everything about what was going on resembled a cute couple's date.

Another five minutes or so passed while they talked about various things like school subjects they hated, which animals make best pets and so on. Both of them enjoyed their conversation, and they were breaking the awkward barrier between them quickly.

It might've been just him, but Youngjae sometimes felt that Def Soul was flirting with him.

Just then, Def Soul's phone vibrated. He unlocked it and read through the text messages he got from Rap Mon. He and BamBam had finished with their shopping but apparently were at a store across from the shopping mall. Def Soul sighed and put down his phone.

"Youngjae-ah. BamBam says that we'll have to go across the street to meet them. Are you ready to leave?"

"Mhm," Youngjae hummed. He was significantly more cheerful than he was an hour ago, and seeing him so happy made Def Soul feel accomplished. He'd probably be perfect boyfriend material for him.

"Let's go, then." After Youngjae stood up as well, Def Soul grabbed his hand gently and led him out the store. Unlike the first time he touched him, Youngjae was eager to hold onto him and leaned even closer to him as they walked.

There was a few seconds left to the nearby crosswalk by the time they were out the mall. Def Soul tugged on the hand he held onto and fast-walked to reach it in time, Youngjae following diligently.

They almost reached the other side when walking man on the light turned into a big hand. From a distance, a car's horn blasted increasingly loudly. It took a while for Youngjae to comprehend what was going on, but Def Soul was quick.

His arm wrapped around Youngjae's waist and forcefully tugged him forward. He didn't understand why until a harsh breeze blew past him and saw that Def Soul was flipping off someone. He turned his head around to see a large car speeding ahead, which shouldn't have been riding that quickly nearby a crosswalk to begin with.

"God. some people, I swear," Def Soul muttered to himself angrily, which for a second Youngjae thought was referring to himself.

"Sorry, hyung..."

"Hm?" he peered down at Youngjae without budging his arm away from his waist. "Ah, I was talking about that driver. He almost ran you over."

Youngjae mouthed 'oh' and licked his upper lip. He had forgotten that Def Soul was holding onto him until his arm tugged him forward again, this time gently. The two were walking casually once more, although the skinship was significantly more embarrassing for Youngjae.

Meekly, and whilst watching his feet take small steps, Youngjae pulled Def Soul's hand away from his waist and instead held onto it. He absolutely refused to say a thing since he'd be too ashamed to explain himself.

Basically, Youngjae missed witnessing the hint of red that was growing on Def Soul's face.

🍽

That mall trip was pretty nice.

Unfortunately for Youngjae, he was too afraid to text the seemingly emotionless and intimidating Def Soul. If he did have the courage to do so, he would've suggested going out for lunch or something like that. Maybe.

Since sunday night, he'd been reopening his contacts, memorizing the phone number, opening his messages app, spending five minutes considering whether he should text him or not, and opening his contacts again because by that time he had forgotten the number. He finally realized he should stop doing that when he noticed it was eleven o'clock and that he should sleep instead.

🍽

Youngjae was reminded of the last note he had gotten from the mystery food donator.

Send that person a note, too.

In the middle of his first period class, he took out a notecard decorated with clouds, since he had bought a pack of weather-related notecards, like the kind that either teachers or middle school girls would buy. He searched for his blue ink pen and started jotting down on the card, stuffing it in his pocket so he wouldn't forget about it later.

The bell rang and the students rushed out of the classroom. Youngjae was mixed into that crowd and squished by the number of heavy backpacks shoving into him. When he glanced towards his destination down the hallway, he could see the ever so popular and well-liked Im Jaebum standing with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He took a hand out and waved to someone, clearly staring at the crowd that was leaving Youngjae's first period classroom.

Huh, well. i guess someone in my class is his friend.

And of course, Youngjae didn't know that Jaebum was waving at him to get his attention.

🍽

His second period class finally over and it was lunchtime. He was sure to not forget about the notecard he had prepared and no matter how childish it seemed of him, the idea of talking to someone anonymous was exciting. Would he ever find out who it is? If he does, how? Those sort of things piqued his interest and curiosity.

Youngjae headed for his english classroom, which was just a few rooms down the hall. He was relieved to see that the room was unlocked, since most places without a teacher are kept locked. He went to his empty desk and smacked the notecard there, folding it in half. He crossed his fingers that the person wouldn't be absent that day, or else he'd just feel like an idiot.

As he was heading out the classroom, he almost bumped into someone quite a bit taller than him, and quickly apologized. He peered up only to see the Im Jaebum. What was his business here?

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, not feeling quite too comfortable with being in an awkward situation with him. Jaebum didn't do much except for look at the shorter one, causing him to wince under that intimidating glare. He reached out to pat Youngjae's shoulder with a touch so gentle that it surprised him.

Jjust be careful next time," he replied flatly as he entered the classroom. Youngjae was so embarrassed and flustered that he started running down the hallway, not even thinking about how suspicious it was for Jaebum to be going into that room.

Jaebum, meanwhile, took out a rather high end bag of cookies and placed them on Youngjae's desk, squinting at the notecard on the surface. Was that why he was in the class just now? he traded his note for the one left on the desk, unfolding it and reading the neat handwriting:

will you cook something for me?

Jaebum paused for a second and started laughing to himself.

"That's not even a question, Choi Youngjae.

I'll cook the greatest thing ever for you."

#breakfast delivery #2jae #2jae fluff #youngjae #jaebum #jaebum fluff #youngjae fluff #got7 #got7 fluff #wakaba #yugyeom #kim yugyeom #jinyoung #park jinyoung #jackson wang #mark tuan #bambam

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