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trashcatsnark · 1 year

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🩺 🎤 🚙 for the sweet hot mess girl Aiden ❤️

Oh hot mess is definitely a word for her, thank you so much for the ask!!!

Vik

Vik has adopted this child and there's nothing anyone can do about it. Emyr, who? Vik is this girl's father. I think things were definitely a little clumsy at first- Vik's a good guy through and through, but he's also wise and knows not everyone in NC or anywhere for that matter can be trusted. Jackie comes walking in with a complete stranger like he's showing off a new puppy dog.

Aidan was also very nervous at first- she doesn't like doctors at all, given her experiences with the clan doctors. She just doesn't trust them.

First time he tried to install anything in her- she kicked him in the balls admist a panic attack. A lot of apologies and some gentle sedation later, he was able to do a proper scan and that's when Vik first started feeling this kind of paternal instinct. An untreated autoimmune disease, scar tissue from unneeded surgeries, barely treated or badly treated wounds- a life time of medical neglect. His heart broke. Slowly, they got more comfortable as doctor and patient- Vik won her over by being well Vik. Made it clear he'd never do something she didn't agree to, kept her informed with every exam, scan, or procedure that he could. Even started keeping candy in the clinic for her after she made a joke about getting some for being a good patient.

The big shift though I think came when Aidan started asking him for boxing training and tips on building muscle mass, shit like that. Vik asked her why she was suddenly so concerned, her size never got in the way of her merc work, and Aidan admitted she was worried about bieng able to bring Jackie back home if he got hurt. That's when Vik had a "oh, this is my daughter" moment, the full dad instincts came out and he showed her ways to use leverage to lift up people bigger than her.

Aidan isn't sure she deserves Vik's brand of paternal affection- but damn if she doesn't love having it.

Kerry

Well- she was introduced to him ass first which left an impression. His first impression being, "Why does my bouncer have some girl's ass dangling over his shoulder?" Then he just figured she was some general fangirl, asking for an autograph- and frankly the only reason she got it was her puppy dog eyes. Then she was weird about it, parroting words of his dead best friend/ex and he didn't really know what to make of that- the brief weird encounter with an even weirder fan reminding him of those old times, reminding him of Johnny, and what Kerry and Samurai were back in the day versus what Kerry is in 2077.

Then she broke into her house, but also it was Johnny- and life just got weirder from there.

For Aidan, it's odd too. Because from Johnny's memories and as the relic's effects grow stronger- she feels like she knows Kerry. But she knows she doesn't and she knows logically those memories are skewed. It feels like an old friend treating you like a stranger. Because there is this part of her that she buries going- no no, Kerry, we know each other, we played together, we fucked around, we grew up together, we-

And she knows that's not real, that Johnny, but that still is in the back of her mind. Trying to remember she's meeting him for the first time not the millionth. It also makes his sort of initial- coldness, roughness- a little more difficult to stomach. She knows, or at least thinks she knows, he only cares about Johnny at the jump once they break into his place but between having those memories and the fact she's still in a pretty fragile place during those times- it's difficult to feel like someone would be happier if she just... faded away and let Johnny have the reigns.

Of course- Kerry doesn't fucking know any of that, by that point he's just caught in having Johnny back and relieving his old days and Aidan kinda becomes just the vehicle for that. Not that he doesn't like her, I think he's kinda curious about her just because from the way Johnny talked- he suspects something is uh, going on there. He won't lie, the idea that Johnny spent part of his afterlife balls deep in a twenty year old generally pisses him off- because of fucking course that bastard would.

And that curiosity and interest starts to grow a bit more as they get closer. He starts asking for her help and Aidan has to fully embrace and accept that yes, Kerry is just as bad as Johnny- she thought he was the responsible one, but now they're threatening a J-Pop band.

Kerry starts to see Aidan I think both in her similarities to Johnny, what he was kind of initially looking for- a reckless asshole who'll fuck shit up, but also those differences- that she is kinder, softer- so much so she managed to round out some of Johnny's rough edges. Reminds him of old times but with a softer touch.

And Aidan sees and kind of finds in him, someone who by all measures should feel like he's proven himself, should feel accomplished. He became the star he sought out to become, he's rich, he's a legend- but he doesn't seem very happy with. Still stunted emotionally and struggling. Happiest when they were drinking coffee in a cheap cafe and laughing as a yacht burned. One of many reminders that just 'making it' doesn't mean you'll be happy.

Overall, she likes Kerry a lot and he likes her- they feel more familiar to each other than they have any right too. She patronizes him a bit and he can be a little too self-involved but they find each other comforting.

He's also really curious about how Aidan and Johnny fuck, because he's knows they're fucking- he knows it, but how the hell does that work??? He's a visual learner, please demonstrate.

Panam

Aidan was immediately attracted to Panam- immediate like little superficial crush. Nothing deep, but Aidan had that instant- oh if we weren't working together, I would have already propositioned you and been rejected by now!

Interestingly enough, that also weirdly jumpstarts her relationship with Johnny. Which is a whole thing.

Whereas conversely, Panam is very supicious of Aidan at first- a merc who doesn't even (at least initially) show her face, her proper name, or use her voice??? She's already been burned by Nash and while she doesn't have a lot of options, she can't say she isn't wary.

What's not helping here and is a big kind of looming elephant in the room of their dynamic though- Aidan's a fucking raffen shiv. Abandoned her clan, sure, but family means everything for nomads. Panam of course does not know this, does not even know Aidan is a nomad. So, she's bitching about shiv's being cockroaches without a soul while Aidan's slowly sinking into the seat.

Then things start to shift. Aidan goes along with getting Nash, even if she was bratty about to start- even specifically kicking him down to let Panam get the killing blow. Which, truthfully meant a lot to her. That Aidan saw that's what she needed and didn't judge, didn't condemn, just- here he is, do what you need to.

Then everything gets wild, Scorpion and a lot of other Aldecaldo's died. Aidan blames herself and does not fathom how Panam or Mitch can not blame her. And that guilt, mixed with the guilt of knowing she's lying about her origins, along with them growing closer with every call Panam makes for help- really does start to make Aidan see Panam differently in vein of- 'this is someone I care about that I've hurt and I don't want to even dare think of hurting her anymore, I'm already lying, I may need to pull back, just so no wires get crossed'

Meanwhile, Panam is starting to feel like she can trust Aidan more and more. And also, the sort of constant teasing from the vets and her growing connection to the merc is starting to make her go- Wait, wamen?! And maybe she's not as straight as she thought she was, but maybe that's just her misinterpreting, and maybe she's just being silly, and god Aidan makes her overthink shit more- which means her signals are confusing as fuck for Aidan who is trying to pull away, but also was told Panam is straight, but also Panam's throwing her feet in her lap and getting cozy by a fireplace- what in the bi tarnation?!

Overall, Panam likes having someone around who's so fucking reliable and loyal to a fault. So rare she finds someone outside of family who gives without taking, who helps without expectation. And Aidan likes how not only headstrong and passionate Panam is, but truthfully- Panam, the Aldecaldos- they make her think of what she always wanted as a kid. A real nomad family, one that loved and laughed, and cared for each other.

Then eventually the truth will come out. Panam learns everything about the kind of family Aidan comes from. And it feels like Nash- but so much fucking worse. And just like she always does- she acts on impulse, like she was scare of doing with Aidan, but she can't help it and just like Aidan feared the other shoe dropped and everythings gone to shit. Caught between being mad that Panam paints her with that same brush but knowing it would happen. And just like Panam feared, she acted on her feelings and she fucked things up. The two separating for a while, breaking off their friendship, both hurt.

But don't worry- something will bring them back together.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #kerry eurodyne #panam palmer #viktor vektor #aidan becker #i really hope tumblr does the thing where it immediately does a read more- if not I will add one #these get so long BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND

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crazedlunatic · 1 year

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Maggie & Aiden

“I want a baby.”

Adrian, who was on his laptop in bed and checking his work email, looked up at Matt.

Matt, standing in the doorway, gave Adrian a look that clearly said ‘Well?’

“Like… a baby tomato? Pineapple?”

Matt blinked at Adrian a few times.

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“Maybe… specifically… a three month old and a six year old?” Matt looked thoughtful.

“Wait.” Adrian repeated. “Are you serious? I hate when you fuck with me to get a reaction and walk off laughing because I believed you.”

“Okay. So, one of my students’ parents died and she also has a three month old baby brother.” Matt frowned. “And nobody in the family wants to take the kids in so they’re talking about putting them into foster care and the girl is just so sweet. The mother’s best friend has them now but she just can’t afford it. She came after school to pick her up and was telling me about it and I just… feel like maybe that’s why I’m here?”

Adrian began to cough.

Had they mentioned kids?

Yeah, a couple of time, but not seriously… at least not seriously as in the very near future.

It was more of a ‘what about when we’re thirty two?’ type deal.

Matt did make very good money teaching kindergartners at Riverdale… and, yeah, Adrian made pretty good money too… but what would they do? And could Bob and Ryan really give him six weeks paternity leave off to handle a baby?

Then again, Kurt and Blaine loved their day care.

But Kurt was also, you know, famous and could probably afford whatever.

(He and Matt loved to speculate how much Kurt would make when he finally went solo, too, but never told Kurt or Blaine that…)

Matt may have been adorable but he wasn’t famous… and Adrian wasn’t famous, either.

“Adrian, I know that some foster kids go to good homes and get adopted but I had to surrender enough kids when I was an officer and it’s… it’s not good for most of them. People will take them in for the check and not take care of them and sometimes they do really bad things to them…”

“I know you love kids but isn’t this a little fast?”

“What? We’ve had this house for two years and we’ve already done all the updates we wanted to do. We’re settled again. We have a back yard for them to play in and we can campout back there in a tent. Your job pays a lot and mine pays enough. We get the medical retirement checks every three or four months. I already called the health insurance and they said they’d be covered for free once adoption is finalized.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Adrian closed his laptop and sat it on the bedside table. “What? You called the insurance place already?”

“Yeah and the board for retired officers too. On my lunch today.”

“Matt… how long have you been thinking about this?”

“Well her parents died a week ago and she came back to school yesterday, so… since yesterday when I talked to the mom’s best friend?” Matt sighed. “I wanted to make sure it was realistic before I even brought it up to you but I really… What do you think?”

Adrian opened and closed his mouth several times, looking very confused.

“If you don’t want to, just say it.” Matt said, a definite edge in his tone.

“If there are two of them, we’ll need to get a bigger house. One for her, a nursery for the baby, our room, and a guest room.” Adrian said slowly.

“Really?” Matt’s blue eyes filled with tears. “Like, really really?”

“Yes!” Adrian hopped up, going to hug him. “If you want to do it now, we’ll do it now. Okay?”

Matt pulled back, wiping his eyes and nodding. He then let out a deep breath. “Okay. Okay.”

Adrian smiled, pulling him in for another hug.

Matt pulled back again. “Are you sure? You’re okay with it?”

“Yes.” Adrian nodded, wiping under his eyes. “If you want to adopt her and her brother, we’ll do it. When do you want to… how do we do this?”

“Uhm, well, I tried to find stuff online but it as all generic. I’m not sure how it works since we—well, I— know them. But I’ll call tomorrow and try to find out what to do. Or I’ll ask the Head of School. I bet she’ll know.” Matt sniffled. “For real?”

“For real. We’ll do it.” Adrian repeated.

…

“Why am I so nervous?” Adrian whispered when they pulled up to the house.

Someone at the adoption agency would be there soon, but the kids’ mom’s best friend who was currently raising the kids had suggested they come a bit early so Adrian could ‘officially’ meet Maggie and Aiden.

“Do you think it’s kind of funny that our names are so similar?” Matt tilted his head, turning off the car.

“Right now all I can think about is how anxious I am.” Adrian admitted. “Theoretically, what, two months from today?”

“Ideally.” Matt nodded, turning the car off.

They hadn’t even made it to the door before a small girl with bright and wavy red hair flew down the stairs and wrapped her arms around Matt’s leg.

“Maggie!” Matt said excitedly, scooping her up.

“I didn’t do my homework sheet but I can count to seventeen!” She announced excitedly.

“Let’s hear it then.” Matt said as Maggie’s mother’s friend came out.

“I was going to be horrified if you were the adoption agency lady.” The woman sighed and went over to Adrian. “Hi, I’m Becky. This jumping bean is Maggie.”

“Hi.” Adrian smiled and shook her hand.

“11, 14, 13, 15, 20!” Maggie finished excitedly.

“That was really close but we’ll work on it on Monday, okay?” Matt laughed. “I want you to meet someone, okay?”

The little girl, who also had adorable freckles, nodded solemnly. “Did I not get it right?”

“You were super duper close.” Matt smiled brightly and faced Adrian. “This is my very best friend Adrian. We’re married.”

“That’s silly.” She giggled.

“We talked about this, remember?” Becky laughed.

“Yeah but it’s still silly.” Maggie nodded and bashfully held out her hand.

“What? You’re not shy?” Matt gasped.

Adrian shook her hand and then she reached for him.

“Okay, then. The cards have turned.” Matt carefully passed her over.

“I’m Adrian.” Adrian smiled.

“I’m Maggie and you’re my new friend.” She flung her arms around his neck, giving him a tight squeeze.

Adrian patted her little back, eyes meeting Matt’s.

This was going to work.

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tired-buttercup · 3 years

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Last Christmas

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Jaskier stopped the car, and stared at the hundreds of blinking fairy lights that decorated the house in front of him. This year’s cabin was incredibly pretty. Jaskier would be the first to admit that when the booking for the place to celebrate that year’s Christmas fell into Lambert’s hands, he was afraid they would end up in a creepy and deteriorated house, by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Yet, somehow Lambert managed to outdone every one of them. It was their annual tradition, their special time. A Christmas with their chosen family and their friends. It was a time that Jaskier kept close to his heart, and nothing would keep him away from it. Not even Geralt.

With a sigh, Jaskier left the car. He hung his bag on one shoulder and took the tray from the passenger seat. He was on pastries’ duty this year. Closing the door, he headed towards the cabin, but before he could even knock, the door jerked open.

“Fucking finally! You were just being late so you wouldn’t have to help!” Lambert grumbled, taking the tray from his hands. Jaskier knew he didn’t want to help, just to steal some sweets.

“Did it work? I can come later if there’s still something to do”

“Ha, ha,” Lambert said pointedly. “Eskel hasn’t arrived yet, so he beat you at that.”

“No? I thought he would be here already,” Jaskier’s heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t look so disappointed, buttercup, he’s on his way. Got delayed at work,” Lambert said, watching his face carefully, searching something.

Jaskier hummed in acknowledgment, finally taking off his coat. For a moment he felt ridiculous of having thought that Eskel wouldn’t be here. He would have told him yesterday, when they talked.

“Jaskier!” Triss' voice called him from another room, guiding him where she was. Lambert disappeared with the tray of cookies, while Jaskier followed his friend’s voice to the living room. Triss was decorating the Christmas tree, wearing an ugly sweater that somehow she managed to pull off perfectly. Life was unfair.

“Hello dear, you look lovely as always,” he said as he kissed her cheek.

“You don’t look that bad yourself”

“You know that’s a lie, lass,” Vesemir teased, making his presence known. Jaskier just smiled, and went to hug him, kissing his cheek too. He had missed the old man so much this past year. “You know that you don’t have to wait till Christmas to see me, right?”

“Hey, I also saw you on birthdays too” Jaskier joked back, but more seriously he murmured, just for Vesemir to hear “It’s been a rough year”

“I know kiddo, I know”

Jaskier could feel the tears trying to embarrass him, so he hid his face on Vesemir's shoulder, in a valiant effort to control his emotions. This man was the paternal figure he had never had, and even though he met him well in his twenties, the feelings weren't less for it. Vesemir was always there for him: for the advice, for the scolding, and for the laughs. And he was eternally grateful for having been practically adopted by the man.

“Where’s Aiden?” asked Jaskier, clearing his throat and letting Vesemir go.

“Here I am. Wouldn’t mind a little help”

He was carrying more firewood than he should, and Jaskier rushed towards him, taking half of the load and heading towards the fireplace to replenish the stack of logs for when it gets too cold to get outside.

Aiden was one of the last additions to the family, besides Triss. Yet, somehow, Triss has always been there, in the background, till she was invited to celebrate with them a few years ago when she didn’t have where to spend Christmas. After that, it became a kind of tradition for her too.

Aiden, on the other hand, was introduced last year by Lambert, and he got on so well with them that it seemed as if he had always been one of the merry band of misfits. It was a surprise, really, and they couldn’t help to tease Lambert a little bit, how an asshole like him ended up a cool and charming guy like Aiden. Deep down, really deep down, Lambert was a sweetheart too, and Aiden was a lucky one as well.

Jaskier was making the pile of firewood neater, when a well-known gruff voice called his name. Even though he was resigned to meet him there, the pang of anxiety he felt was like fingers closing around his throat. He willed himself to breathe, schooled his face in a neutral smile and turned around to face Geralt. Of course, Yennefer was with him.

“Geralt! Yennefer! It’s good to see you two!” for his surprise, he only had to half fake his enthusiasm. He felt a little spark of happiness at seeing them. At seeing him. He didn’t reach for a hug, though.

“We didn’t know if you’d come,” Yennefer commented offhandedly. Of course they had noticed how much he had been avoiding them. It had been odd, to be honest. He was so used to being around Geralt, that it had been terribly hard at first to keep his distance. Geralt didn’t look for him either, and he came to realize that he was the one who always reached for the other. He didn’t blame him though, he knew it was hard for him to socialize, but it hurt a little bit nonetheless. He felt so stupid, on one hand he was desperate to avoid them, and on the other he wished Geralt had tried harder to reach for him. But he didn’t, and Jaskier had been a mess for many months.

Something broke between them last Christmas, and none of them had been willing to acknowledge it on those times they had no other choice than to meet. But it was hard to ignore it now. The hesitancy in Geralt’s demeanor, and Jaskier avoidance were clear enough. If Eskel hadn’t caught him on that fateful day, if he hadn’t been a solid figure in his life for this last year, Jaskier was sure he wouldn’t have been able to be there that night.

“I’d never miss Christmas”, he smiled.

Vesemir diverted their attention to some other topic Jaskier had no presence of mind to follow, yet he felt grateful for the help. He let his eyes roam on the decoration of the room, before inevitably landing again on the couple. He couldn’t help to remember.

Geralt had been in a bad mood, but what else was new? He had quarreled with Yennefer yet again. Jaskier didn’t even know why this time, but Geralt decided to drink every bottle he could find in the house. The rest were sleeping, and Jaskier self-appointed himself to be the one in charge of keeping Geralt from drowning in his own vomit.

He had been a fool. Geralt was on the way of being too drunk to even put two thoughts together, but still he tried to speak with him. Deep inside, Jaskier knew that it was just a matter of time before whatever was happening between Yennefer and Geralt turned into a heartbreak for him. He just knew, but he had to try. He had too. So he spoke about longing and about happiness. He invited him to get away, maybe to the coast, wishing with all his heart Geralt understood what he was trying to convey. Even though he had plucked up a lot of courage to talk to him, he still wasn’t brave enough to hand him his heart so overtly. He had hoped for the best, yet Geralt brushed it off, and started to snore in no time. It hurt, it really did, but somehow Jaskier was relieved that he wasn’t rejected directly or harshly, that their friendship was safe.

“Well, that could have been a lot worse,” he said to the air and took a moment to calm his heart. Counting his breath, in and out, he tried to put himself back together. When he felt as ready as he could be, he pushed Geralt lightly, waking him up. “Alright sleepy head, time to go to bed.”

“Jaskier?”

“No, it’s Santa. Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Jaskier said, pulling Geralt’s hand in an attempt to help him get up, but the man was dead weight. “I wouldn’t mind a little help here,” he encouraged, yet instead of sitting up, Geralt pulled him down so abruptly that Jaskier fell heavily on him.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” Jaskier cried, trying to get up and assess the damage, but Geralt just held him tighter, without letting him move an inch. His breath caught in his lungs, and he could almost feel the shift in the ambiance. He put a little distance between them – the little distance he was allowed to –, searching into Geralt’s eyes.

Jaskier was so aware of the arm around his waist, of Geralt’s chest underneath his palms, and of the warmth of the body he was lying on, that he couldn’t really process what was happening, and before his brain could even catch up, Geralt was kissing him.

For a moment, it was all emptiness and confusion, and then his heart was soaring. Geralt had understood what he was trying to say, and he was kissing him. Jaskier felt as if he could laugh maniacally of happiness. He couldn’t really believe it, but it was happening. It was really happening.

They kissed, and kissed, and then a little more. Jaskier felt as if he was in a dream, and couldn’t help to giggle in between kisses. This was the best Christmas present he could have ever hoped for. He lost track of the time, and before he was aware of it, they drifted to sleep.

Jaskier woke up when somebody threw a pillow at his face.

“Come on, sleeping beauty. Get ready, we are going to get breakfast”

He blinked slowly, trying to chase the sleepiness and the confusion away. It took some effort to recognize where he was, and immediately he spotted what was missing.

“Where is Geralt?” He felt a little bit disappointed in waking up alone.

“Upstairs, I think. Hurry up!”

“Alright, alright”

Jaskier yawned his way upstairs, still half asleep but feeling giddy inside. The excitement from the previous night was still running through his veins, making his steps look like a little dance. He was so happy he could hardly believe it. Happy and greedy, because there was no way he’d miss a good morning kiss. With that idea in mind, he peeked into Geralt’s room ready to singsong a good morning, but the words got stuck in his throat.

Yennefer and Geralt were there. Kissing. Pressed against each other as if they wanted to fuse.

He could swear he felt his heart stop and break. He wished to feel confusion, he wished to feel betrayal, but the only thing he was feeling was resignation. He knew it was too good to be true, but he had wanted so hard to believe that Geralt would want him in that way. But reality punched him on the face.

The couple made a noise, and that cued Jaskier to escape before he was caught being his pathetic self. He turned to go, but before he could do so, he found Eskel, watching him. When their eyes met, Jaskier was sure Eskel knew exactly what he saw, what was happening just in front of him. The understanding he found in his expression made his eyes start to sting, and when steps echoed from the stairs he could only stare at him in panic, wishing that Eskel could make him disappear.

After that horrible day, Jaskier avoided Geralt and Yennefer whenever he could. Sometimes it was hard, since their lives and friends were completely intertwined. But Eskel’s constant company and help was a pillar for him. They had always been good friends, but after what they shared that day, they had become incredibly close.

At first, Eskel was there because of his heartbreak, the mountain of a man too soft for his own good, but as Jaskier became better at handling it they somehow stuck together, too used now to each other’s company. He would sometimes drop at Eskel’s house to help him to mow the lawn, or Eskel would pick him up after work to have dinner in that new place they wanted to try, or just sit on the sofa and watch some awful random movie while eating pizza. The worse the movie was, the better.

With time and Eskel’s constant presence, he got better. He was better. It still hurt a little to see them together, he had spent so many years loving Geralt that he somehow had to learn how to deal with this new reality. He was doing well. Even now, watching them being so domestic made him smile a little bit. He was fine, and he was going to get better.

After a while, when everyone started to play Gwent, he moved to sit by the window, staring outside feeling a little anxious. It had started to snow lightly, but the weather forecast predicted heavy snowfalls for the rest of the night. Soon, it wouldn’t be safe to drive anymore, and Eskel hadn’t arrived yet. He’d call him, but he didn’t want to add a distraction.

Another thing that changed along the year were his feelings for Eskel. His lovely and kind Eskel. At first, he thought it was just because he felt grateful, but as the months went by, he had to admit to himself that it wasn’t the case. He had fallen in love with Eskel. His kindness and thoughtfulness planted a seed in Jaskier’s heart, and as time went by, and he got to know him better, it started to bloom. He couldn’t stop it, and not because he didn’t tried. He tried so hard at first. What if he just was replacing Geralt? What if he just was using him? What if he just was like an odd duckling following the first person to show him that kind of care? But time proved that he was selling himself short. He wasn’t using Eskel, he wasn’t confused. He was falling in love with Eskel, just as he was falling out of love with Geralt. And he didn’t know what to do with it. He was enjoying having those soft feelings, and how his heart started to run wild every time he even grazed Eskel’s hand, but at the same time, he was afraid. Geralt’s shadow still too present in his mind, making him feel like a coward, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake. He was just his friend and Eskel didn’t want him.

“You look like a kicked puppy,” teased Lambert, materializing besides him. It always annoyed him that such big guys could move so silently.

“Oh, shut up”

“He’s on his way, stop behaving like a lovesick fool”

“I’m not lovesick!” Jaskier complained feeling his cheek heat up with an annoying telltale blush. Was he that evident that even Lambert could catch up with his feelings? Did everyone know? He was starting to panic inside when Lambert’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

When Jaskier's eyes met Lambert’s, he could find just warmth in them. Yet, as always, it was ruined when the little shit opened his mouth again.

“Sure not, buttercup. Don’t tell Geralt, but Eskel has always been my favorite too”

“Lambert! Shut up!” Jaskier murmured in between clenched teeth. He didn’t mind Lambert’s knowing, but that didn’t mean that he wanted the whole house to know.

“Ok, ok, I’ll shut up, buttercup. I just wanted to let you know that I’m happy you are here tonight, I missed you this year… we all did.” Lambert’s words were so sincere, that Jaskier felt touched by them. He was about to reply, when his friend talked again. “But more important, I’m happy that you are better and moving on after that fine ass”

Jaskier just threw a pillow at him.

***

Eskel wasn’t driving as fast as he’d have liked. The weather was getting worse and worse, and he didn’t want to take chances. And perhaps, he also might be delaying his arrival, feeling a little bit anxious and suffering a tinsy-bit of a cold feet situation. He had made a decision, but after things kept going wrong all day, he started to have second thoughts.

Everything seemed against him. At work, two people called sick, and he had to take over their duties. Of course, he had to redo all the work of one of his colleagues, since the file got corrupted. Then, his boss asked him to stay a few over hours to help him finish their job before they closed for the holidays. He couldn’t say no. His boss was a good man who wished he was with his family as much as Eskel did, so the two of them stayed behind to finish the job. Then, when his truck refused to start, he was ready to smash something into pieces, his frustration raging in his blood. Yet, he managed to calm himself. At the end, his boss – blessed the man– lent him his car. It was a little uncomfortable for somebody of his size, but he felt ridiculously grateful for it.

And here he finally was, on his way to the cabin, more than five hours later than he planned. He had wanted to be one of the first to arrive, being prepared always calmed his nerves when he felt anxious. Not that he normally was, but with what he had planned for the day, feeling all that anxiousness was nothing. Last year’s Eskel would be amazed if he knew how things would end up being after that day.

“Shit,” Eskel murmured when Jaskier’s watery eyes filled with the panic of being discovered. Without even thinking, he took a few big strides, and pulled Jaskier behind him just in time for Lambert to appear.

“Let’s go, losers!” He called. Geralt and Yennefer left the room, hand in hand, and Eskel could feel Jaskier’s grip on his clothes get tighter.

“You just go, we’ll catch up later”

“You sure?” Asked Lambert, searching into Eskel’s eyes, aware that something was amiss.

“Yes” Eskel knew he would ask later, but for now, Lambert let them escape with that. Geralt and Yennefer seemed to be too invested in their world to notice anything outside their bubble.

The three went downstairs, but only when he was sure everyone was outside and the door closed behind them, Eskel turned around.

“Jaskier…,” he called, putting his hands on Jaskier’s shoulders, trying hard think in a way to soothe him. He knew how Jaskier felt about Geralt, everyone knew it. Everyone except Geralt, it seemed… that, or if he knew his friend as well as he did, he knew but he chose not to do a thing about it. Not letting Jaskier know he was interested too, nor the other way around, whatever he chose to do. Somehow he felt it was a little bit unfair for Jaskier, but he was no one to dictate how Geralt should behave.

Being honest with himself, he pitied Jaskier a bit. He was so in love with Geralt that sometimes it hurt to see their interactions. And when Yennefer appeared, he knew she’d be bad news for Jaskier. He wished he had been wrong, but here they were.

“I’m fine,” Jaskier said, without trying to explain himself to Eskel, he clearly knew what it was all about. “I’m fine”.

“No, you are not,” Eskel said softly. He could see the tears unshed, he could feel him trembling slightly under his hands, and he wouldn’t let him lie to him; not when he always pushed his feelings aside just for Geralt’s sake.

Just with that, just with Eskel’s concern, Jaskier broke. Big heavy tears started to flow, and Jaskier started to cry, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. Eskel just hugged him, not knowing what to say to make it better, not needing any explanation to know what was wrong. He knew, somehow he had always known everything would end up like this. He never thought he’d be the one to catch Jaskier when it happened, but he was glad he was there. Even though he couldn’t find anything to say, even though he felt his own heart ache with each raw sob, he was glad he was there for his friend.

Eskel hugged him tighter, rubbing small soothing circles in Jaskier’s back.

Jaskier just clung to him, crying his heartbreak out.

After that day, they became inseparable. They had always been good friends, but now it seemed they were joined by an invisible thread.

Eskel had tried not to leave him alone. Jaskier was a social butterfly, but in reality he didn’t have many close friends. He spent most of his time with Geralt, and when he started to avoid him, he was bound to get lonely. Jaskier’s family was out of the picture too, so he was alone most of the time. And being honest with himself, after what happened with Geralt, he was worried about him, so he tried to be there.

It had taken Geralt a few months to even notice the change in Jaskier behavior, and Eskel knew who was the one who put all the effort in making that friendship last that long. Jaskier had been avoiding Geralt, and Geralt didn’t seem to notice that absence in his life. The longer he spent with Jaskier, the more incredulous about it he felt.

Days became exciting for Eskel. Even though he tried to be the one helping the other, Jaskier’s constant presence improved his life in ways he couldn’t have ever fathom. Just having a laugh over silly things, shopping together, or even cooking dinner became a pleasant task instead of a duty. He started to enjoy the day to day in ways he thought it wasn’t possible in his usually boring –but still pleasant– life.

Those first months he couldn’t say that he had been in love with Jaskier, not really. Sure, he loved his friend, but he wasn’t in love with him. That changed rather suddenly. One minute they were both washing the dishes, chatting about nothing, and when Eskel looked up and saw Jaskier’s small smile he had his proverbial ‘Oh’ moment. Yet he couldn’t do anything about it, it wouldn’t have been right. He was trying to help Jaskier put his broken heart back together, not to take advantage of his vulnerable situation. So he waited and pined from afar.

As weeks went by and Jaskier was back to being his old self, Eskel started to long for him more than ever. Could he take a leap of faith? Sometimes he felt that Jaskier was interested in him too, but he didn’t want to be presumptuous in assuming it. After pondering about his course of action, he finally decided he’d take a chance. Jaskier was worth it. So he planned to do it that Christmas, he thought it’d be a romantic gesture, to soothe a bad memory with a – hopefully– good one.

However, nothing that day was going according to plans, and Eskel was having second thoughts. He was a fool, he couldn’t do that to Jaskier on the anniversary of a painful day for him. He wanted Jaskier in his life, as more than a friend, he couldn’t make him feel bad.

It was so difficult. He didn’t know how to confess his feelings without making Jaskier feel bad for rejecting him, or worse, making Jaskier feel that he had to say yes to him in order not to hurt his feelings.

He sighed. He was so sure in the morning, and now he was so full of doubts… maybe he’ll just stop thinking about it, and start wishing for the best or for a Christmas miracle. Maybe he had to just act normally and see where the night went.

Eskel parked in front of the cabin, and seeing Jaskier with his face pressed in the window, waving and smiling at him made him relax little by little.

Eskel was putting things away in his room when he heard a knock at the door.

“Come in”

It was Geralt. He seemed a little tense, fidgeting uncomfortably without saying anything. On any other night, Eskel would patiently wait for his friend to say what he wanted to say, but that night he wasn’t feeling particularly patient, especially towards Geralt.

“Geralt, what do you need to tell me?”

“Last year… I’m aware that… that you know what happened… I know you were with him throughout the year… I should say thank you, I guess,” Geralt sounded so unsure that Eskel felt a bit sorry for him. He loved his friend, but if they were going to finally talk about it, ha had to be sincere.

“You don’t really have to. I didn’t do it for you”

“I know. I regret what happened… I was a mess… I wasn’t sure… Yennefer was…is so volatile, and Jaskier ‘s … Jaskier”

“I know,” he truly did, he was not blind. He saw how Geralt used to watch Jaskier sometimes, till he met Yennefer. But that didn’t seem to mean anything for him. Somehow Jaskier was never enough for Geralt, and Yennefer was always too much. It wasn’t fair for Jaskier to be discarded every time she was around. “But you shouldn’t have given him hope, though” it felt good to finally say that, his voice betraying the anger and disappointment he felt. He loved his friend, but he was a fucking idiot sometimes.

“I shouldn’t have. But I made a choice”

“You did. And I made mine. I hope that doesn’t change things between us,” Eskel said. They knew each other well enough that he was confident that Geralt would understand. He waited, staring seriously at him.

“It won’t. Go for it”

“Where’s Eskel?” Jaskier asked. They had already had dinner, and everyone were in small groups, chatting so noisily that nobody hearing them would have guessed they were so few in the room.

“I think he said he was going to the car,” Aiden said.

“Is he still there?”

“It seems so”

Jaskier frowned, confused, it had been a few long minutes since Eskel went outside. He should have been back by then.

Making a quick decision, he went to grab a coat to chase after his friend. Normally, he’d have stolen it from Lambert, his leather jacket was amazing, but when he saw Eskel’s coat he couldn’t help himself and put it on, enjoying being surrounded by Eskel’s pleasant smell. Jaskier wasn’t a small man, but his stomach did a weird flip when the sleeves engulfed his hands, and he noticed that the shoulders of the coat were too big for him. He was sure he looked ridiculous, but he loved it.

He opened the door and the slap of the cold air almost made him regret the idea, but he kept going. He really wanted to spend Christmas with Eskel. Jaskier walked a few steps, and even though the first freezing impression, it wasn’t that bad outside. There was no wind, and the snow was falling so ethereally it seemed as if it was dancing its way down to the ground. And in the middle of the peaceful white scene, Eskel was resting against the car, staring into the night.

“If you are looking for Santa, I’m afraid to tell you that you missed him, he already left the gifts underneath the Christmas tree”

“Maybe not all the gifts I want fit underneath the tree”

“I knew you were a greedy bastard!”

Eskel smiled softly, but his eyes were oddly intense when they fixed on him.

“What are you doing here?” Jaskier asked when he was finally standing in front of Eskel. He was curious, but he was also trying to distract himself from the way Eskel’s was looking at him. It made him feel a little bit nervous and giddy at the same time.

“I needed a moment to think.”

“Am I bothering you? I can go inside…”

“No, you’d never bother me,” his voice, soft and lower than normally, made Jaskier weak.

“You scared me for a moment. I thought you wouldn’t be able to come. Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without you,” Jaskier confessed, feeling the need to make Eskel aware of how important he was for him.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything. For me, Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without you too”

For a moment Jaskier didn’t know what to say, so he cleared his throat and blurted out the first thing he could think of.

“Aren’t you cold? I’m sure your hands are freezing,” he said, taking one of Eskel’s hands into his, in an attempt to warm them, but before he could fully start rambling, Eskel interrupted him.

“Are you wearing my coat?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, it was the first one I found,” Jaskier lied, feeling sheepish.

“It suits you. You should use more of my clothes,” he said, with a smug smile.

Jaskier froze on the spot, and his heart started to beat wildly, nervous and hopeful at the same time. What was Eskel trying to say?

“I’d like that,” he said, breathlessly.

Instead of replying, Eskel pulled him from the coat. Jaskier went with the movement, his legs shaky and clumsy, till he was almost pressed against Eskel’s chest.

“Eskel?”

“Jaskier, I really hope I’m not reading this wrong… if I am, please, tell me now before I–“

Jaskier interrupted his struggle with a quick kiss, only managing to get a hint of the softness of his lips. He couldn’t help it. Eskel was nervous, and he was too sweet, and Jaskier’s heart was beating hard in his chest. Could it be? It had to be, right? He couldn’t have interpreted things wrong. Suddenly he didn’t feel so sure, and panic started to constrict his lungs.

“You aren’t? Am I reading it wrong? If I did, I’m so so–”

This time it was Eskel’s turn to interrupt him. His lips, soft but sure, muffled Jaskier’s squeak of surprise, and his arms hugged him tightly against him. Jaskier’s hands came to rest on his chest, as Eskel licked his lower lip, asking for permission to deepen it. Jaskier just moaned and willingly opened his mouth, caressing Eskel’s tongue with his. That was enough permission for Eskel to kiss him as thoroughly as he needed to.

The surrounding cold seemed to disappear, and even the falling snow didn’t seem to be able to touch them. Their world was reduced to each other’s arms, to each other’s lips, and the sensations that threatened to drown them. They kissed softly and deeply, savoring the moment they had desired for what it felt like ages, and none of them thought it would be really possible. But it was, and it was everything they could have hoped for and more.

Eskel broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Jaskier’s, and taking a moment to bask in the sensations that flooded his heart. He’d never thought he could achieve this kind of happiness, yet, here he was.

“You didn’t read it wrong. I love you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and low, and his eyes fixed on the face of his love. Jaskier beamed at him, taking his breath away with his next words.

“I love you too.”

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I hope you liked. It’s been years since the last time I wrote anything, but I really wanted to write this silly thing down. I know it’s clumsy, but it made me really happy to write it.

Happy Holidays everyone!

#jaskel #jaskier/eskel #jeskel #my writing

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julia-highstorms · 6 years

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The Third Park (PM AU/Spin-off)

Get to know the main characters - Eleanor x Damien

Summary: Damien Nazario had just three rules to follow:

1. Don’t date coworkers (something he learned after Alana broke his heart);

2. Stop getting involved with clientes (something he learned after he met the Park cousins and started spending time with them. Too much time);

3. Don’t fall in love with a Park (something he learned after Allen).

And yet, here he was about to break all these rules at the same time because of Ellie.

Note: A spin-off of Perfect Match. The story takes place two years after they brought Eros down we don’t know if this is going to happen, but I believe so. I hoped that Damien and Nadia would become a couple (since I am such a hard Namien stan), but then I realized that Steve Tennyson is a total sweetheart and pure soul and that he would do anything for Nadia because he loves her so much, so... Yep, that was PB’s way of saying “stop trying to make Namien happen, it’s not going to happen”. And I felt sorry for my favorite skeptical Puerto Rican detective, because I love my robot girlfriend Hayden and I decided that my PM MC Allen will choose her in the end. So, I had this headcanon... What if there was another Park cousin? And now we have my OC Ellie. Aaaaand I really shouldn't be doing this because I have like 20934302 more things to do, but... here I am. And I already wrote three parts. Fuck. Someone save me from myself, please! JK I regret nothing. Yet.

Tagging some people who might be interested: @flynnomalleys @boneandfur

Main characters:

Eleanor Zhou

Nickname: Ellie

Face claim: Ni Ni

Age: 28

Birthday: April 19

Star sign: Aries

Height: 5’7”/1,70 m

Hair color: dark brown, almost black

Eye color: brown

Sexuality: Pan

Status: single. Lives in Northbridge (MS) with her 4 year old yellow Labrador Retriever Freddie (named after Freddie Mercury). Works as an Art Editor at Mortif Magazine.

Family background: single kid of a Korean mother and a Chinese father. She grew up far from her maternal cousins, Allen and Nadia (their fathers are her mother’s brothers. This is why she doesn’t have the Park surname), since she used to live in Cedar Cove (WS), although they have a good relationship, especially after her mother’s death (during her senior year in college), when the Park cousins were the first to help her. Aiden is her younger paternal cousin (his father is her father’s younger brother).

Education: Oliver M. Berry High School (aka Berry High) and Hartfeld University (Hartfeld, MS) – Graphic Design Major

Best childhood memory: she liked going to the big city of New York to visit her cousins. Her aunts would take them to Central Park and they would spend the whole day playing there.

Dating history: she had her first boyfriend when she was in high school, but they broke up before they graduated. She had some new experiences during college. After she graduated, she dated a guy for a few months but he cheated on her with her neighbor. She briefly dated Eva, but they broke up when Eleanor found out that her girlfriend was stealing her money. She had just random hookups and one night stands during the last two years. She doesn’t care much about being single or with someone; she enjoys both.

Best friend: Lucy James, her college roommate. She goes out drinking with Poppy, a co-worker, sometimes. She doesn’t have many friends, just a lot of acquaintances. She’s pretty independent.

Love interest: Damien Nazario obviously

What initially attracted her to him: Damien is hot duh. And he's a skeptic after her own heart.

Her PM personality: Champion (outgoing, rebellious, humorous, impulsive)

Describe her in a few words: skeptic, bold, witty, impetuous, impatient.

One random headcanon: Eleanor has a high alcohol resistance and never gets too drunk. She gets more talkative and daring when drunk (like her cousins), but she’s very aware of what is happening and of her surroundings (and this is why she usually ends up taking care of her drunk friends). She had an emo-punk phase when she was a teenager.

Damien Nazario everybody knows who he is but—

Nickname: D (by Nadia), Big D (by himself)

Face claim: Santiago Cabrera

Age: 33 (I've always imagined he was a little older than Allen and Nadia, like a couple of years older. The Park cousins are both 30 here)

Birthday: September 8

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 6 feet/1,83 m

Sexuality: Bi

Status: single. Lives in Brooklyn, NY. Works as a private investigator.

Family background: his family is from Puerto Rico. He has four sisters, one older (Hope) and three younger (Isabela, Carina, Lucilla).

Dating history: Damien dated a girl during high school and a guy during college, but briefly in both cases. Alana was his most serious and longest relationship. After her he had just random hookups and one night stands. When they were bringing Eros down, he confessed to Allen and they had an “open relationship”, but Allen decided to go serious with only Hayden. He’s more of a monogamist.

Best friend: Allen and Nadia Park

Love interest: Eleanor Zhou

What initially attracted him to her: Damien always admired the Parks' cheerful personalities and Ellie has it too, although she’s more down to earth than her cousins. And Eleanor has those features that he liked on Alana: confident and fierce.

Describe him in a few words: skeptic, cynical, broody, protective, charming

His PM personality: Joker (mysterious, rebellious, humorous, logical)

#the third park #damien x oc #damien nazario #perfect match #playchoices #eleanor zhou #character information #original character #perfect match fanfic #pm #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #kinda long post #long post

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just-jordie-things · 7 years

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Scallisaac: Allison Argent’s Side of the Story

Scott McCall. My first love, the boy with the puppy dog eyes and the crooked jaw line. The boy who’s hand fit perfectly in mind, our fingers linking in between each other’s so perfectly. We’d met at a young age, and fell in love so quickly. It was scary, but in a way, the entire time I felt safe. Seeing that we both went through these feelings together for the first time. Through the obstacles of a new town, supernaturals, my parents, Scott being a werewolf, Jackson, lacrosse, the list went on and on- we never really fell out of love. In fact, it might have just grown.

Even when things were tough, and our relationship had to be more secretive than I would’ve liked. Matt began..um..stalking me... yeah that happened. Jackson becoming a stupid lizard (which I found comically ironic), Lydia low key losing her mind, my grandfather beating the shit out of my friends. Not to forget that he manipulated me, and turned me against my friends and loved ones. It means something when your father, who hates your werewolf boyfriend, befriends your werewolf boyfriend.

Breaking up with Scott was single handedly the hardest thing I ever did. I knew it wouldn’t last, I’d done it in hopes of getting back together with him. Taking some time off in France, just carefree and having no worries about the town I left behind for the summer was a good choice for me, and gave me time to really think about where I wanted to go with my future. And I definitely saw being with Scott in my future.

That first day back at school junior year hit me like a brick to the head. As soon as I’d slumped next to Lydia’s locker, tightly holding onto my books, I’d wished I’d taken up on my father’s idea of staying home. Maybe I’d needed more time. See, the longer I listened to hearing Lydia’s plans for her high school career, and then further, even listing off colleges she’d started applications too, the bigger the knot in my stomach became. All I’d done was think about Scott. When I was supposed to just be thinking about my future. Like my genius strawberry blonde headed friend had done. Though soon enough, as we realized out days of fighting the supernatural weren’t as over as we’d thought, new problems began to occur.

Not that falling for the curly blonde haired boy by the name Isaac Lahey was really a problem. Not until you factored in the fact that he was becoming closer friends with Scott by the days at least. Lydia told me to go for it, well actually she’d said a piece of meat is a piece of meat Allison. Which in the human language, meant that it shouldn’t matter. But it did. Scott wasn’t just a boyfriend, he wasn’t a fling, he was a lover. We’d lost our virginity to each other, that’s not really ‘no big deal’ (as Lydia had also said). But it’s not like Isaac and I were having sex (Lydia: eye sex Allison. Penetrates just as good as- me: i get it!) there was really just low key flirting here and there. It was mindless and easy.

But the day that I got locked in that stupid closet with him, was a make or break moment. It ended up being both. Starting as make, having a feeling of forgiveness and friendliness in the air. This was pre door lock. Post door lock was when the real shit happened. I hadn’t missed the short look of fury on Scott’s face when he’d gotten us out. He’d replaced it just as quickly as I noticed it, to one of concern.

Concern for both Isaac and I. Both.

Yes, I was well aware of the way the boys looked at each other. Oblivious to my own feelings, yes I try to be. But oblivious to the world around me? Hell no! Especially when my whole world was this makeshift pack that we’d seemed to find ourselves in. And the second Isaac began taking seats next to Scott at the lunch table, and vice versa, my interest was peaked. Of course I wanted what was best for Scott, even if that wasn’t me. I mean, he’d said himself that he knew we’d be together, that didn’t mean right away. These things take time. More time than I’d originally been thinking...perhaps. Isaac moving in with with Scott definitely had caught my ear the second Isaac had complained about the McCall guest bed. I’d asked right away what that was all about, and the pale boy gave me a somewhat guilty. He stuttered an apology, but I’d shook my head, simply saying that he could stay at my father and I’s apartment as well.

Though staying at the McCall house with the both of them was an idea in the back of my mind that didn’t seem to go away. Cooking in the kitchen with them, the three of us cuddling up on the couch to watch a movie, passing the bowl of popcorn around. And for some unknown reason, the idea of laying in Scott’s bed, pressed into Scott’s back with Isaac’s arms wrapped around me, had been plaguing my thoughts. When I’d gone to Lydia about this, (after much consideration, her past advice ended in winks that made me shudder and regret my life’s decisions) she actually hesitated before giving me an answer. Her lips pursed, eyes thoughtful as she stopped typing on her laptop to look at me. Immediately indicating that I was in deep shit. A problem that the Lydia Martin couldn’t solve in a snap?

Man was I screwed.

Maybe if I hadn’t started to have sexy dreams about Isaac. Maybe then I wouldn’t be thinking about what the three of us could have. And somewhere along the lines, on a late night working on this Nogitsune problem we’d had, I had hastily decided to just pull my shirt over my head. Maybe there were events leading up to my action, but it happened without regrets. Even seeing him in school the next day, things went on as normal. Even though in that moment the previous night, I easily would’ve jumped on him. Pretty sure I could say the same for Isaac too. I mean, he was the first one to take off his shirt.

But after that, the development stayed at it’s normal pace. Simple flirting with Isaac, building up my best friendship with Scott. Nothing ever went any further, though there were nights when I would think, Allison, it’s time. But I was actually quite content with how things were. Especially with the stressful and hectic conflicts that Beacon Hills was facing. Thousand year old Japanese spirits were sort of taking up all of my attention, so a boyfriend(s) wasn’t really my top priority. It was a close second. But again, I was pretty happy. I was in an honest to Deaton good place. I had great friendships around me, which only grew. Though Stiles’ smartass comments, and Lydia’s... whatever you called her relationship with Aiden, it was manageable. I’d even made the high honor roll twice throughout the year, while still getting target practice on the heads of Onis by night (Lydia called me her everyday superhero). Kira, our new pixie looking kitsune friend, was a lovely addition to our pack. She worried me at first, seeing how she knew so much about our... situation. But she turned out to be a super badass, yet sweet girl. I kind of wish I could’ve gotten to know her better without the jealousy biased view I had towards Scott.

But again, I was pretty happy. I had my boys, Scott, Isaac, Stiles, (Derek here and there, but I still don’t believe he ever forgave me for that one thing..). And my girls, my bestie Lydia, who I would go into war for if someone merely looked at her wrong. And now Kira. I had to admire the way she’d swing around that katana, an image of of pure grace, and quite frankly beauty. I’m especially happy with where my dad and I were at. One point in our lives, we’d been nothing but secretive liars, his paternal relationship with me seemingly toxic, and there was a time where I thought I’d never fix that. But there we were, utterly proud of each other, through everything our family had endured. We were at our strongest. We all were.

In the end, I was happy with the way that the events of my time with my friends, my family, had played out.

collab with my best gals @taegdcl1018, who wrote Scott’s part of the fic and @skylars-little-world, who wrote Isaac’s part of the fic.

DONT FORGET TO FOLLOW THEM CUZ THEY R GRRREAT!

tried something different, but it was a smack to the face of inspriration so I sat and did it all for ye. xoxo ~ jordie

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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Maggie & Aiden

“I want a baby.”

Adrian, who was on his laptop in bed and checking his work email, looked up at Matt.

Matt, standing in the doorway, gave Adrian a look that clearly said ‘Well?’

“Like… a baby tomato? Pineapple?”

Matt blinked at Adrian a few times.

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“Maybe… specifically… a three month old and a six year old?” Matt looked thoughtful.

“Wait.” Adrian repeated. “Are you serious? I hate when you fuck with me to get a reaction and walk off laughing because I believed you.”

Adrian began to cough.

Had they mentioned kids?

Yeah, a couple of time, but not seriously… at least not seriously as in the very near future.

It was more of a ‘what about when we’re thirty two?’ type deal.

Then again, Kurt and Blaine loved their day care.

But Kurt was also, you know, famous and could probably afford whatever.

(He and Matt loved to speculate how much Kurt would make when he finally went solo, too, but never told Kurt or Blaine that…)

Matt may have been adorable but he wasn’t famous… and Adrian wasn’t famous, either.

“I know you love kids but isn’t this a little fast?”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Adrian closed his laptop and sat it on the bedside table. “What? You called the insurance place already?”

“Yeah and the board for retired officers too. On my lunch today.”

“Matt… how long have you been thinking about this?”

Adrian opened and closed his mouth several times, looking very confused.

“If you don’t want to, just say it.” Matt said, a definite edge in his tone.

“If there are two of them, we’ll need to get a bigger house. One for her, a nursery for the baby, our room, and a guest room.” Adrian said slowly.

“Really?” Matt’s blue eyes filled with tears. “Like, really really?”

“Yes!” Adrian hopped up, going to hug him. “If you want to do it now, we’ll do it now. Okay?”

Matt pulled back, wiping his eyes and nodding. He then let out a deep breath. “Okay. Okay.”

Adrian smiled, pulling him in for another hug.

Matt pulled back again. “Are you sure? You’re okay with it?”

“Yes.” Adrian nodded, wiping under his eyes. “If you want to adopt her and her brother, we’ll do it. When do you want to… how do we do this?”

“For real. We’ll do it.” Adrian repeated.

…

“Why am I so nervous?” Adrian whispered when they pulled up to the house.

“Do you think it’s kind of funny that our names are so similar?” Matt tilted his head, turning off the car.

“Right now all I can think about is how anxious I am.” Adrian admitted. “Theoretically, what, two months from today?”

“Ideally.” Matt nodded, turning the car off.

They hadn’t even made it to the door before a small girl with bright and wavy red hair flew down the stairs and wrapped her arms around Matt’s leg.

“Maggie!” Matt said excitedly, scooping her up.

“I didn’t do my homework sheet but I can count to seventeen!” She announced excitedly.

“Let’s hear it then.” Matt said as Maggie’s mother’s friend came out.

“I was going to be horrified if you were the adoption agency lady.” The woman sighed and went over to Adrian. “Hi, I’m Becky. This jumping bean is Maggie.”

“Hi.” Adrian smiled and shook her hand.

“11, 14, 13, 15, 20!” Maggie finished excitedly.

“That was really close but we’ll work on it on Monday, okay?” Matt laughed. “I want you to meet someone, okay?”

The little girl, who also had adorable freckles, nodded solemnly. “Did I not get it right?”

“You were super duper close.” Matt smiled brightly and faced Adrian. “This is my very best friend Adrian. We’re married.”

“That’s silly.” She giggled.

“We talked about this, remember?” Becky laughed.

“Yeah but it’s still silly.” Maggie nodded and bashfully held out her hand.

“What? You’re not shy?” Matt gasped.

Adrian shook her hand and then she reached for him.

“Okay, then. The cards have turned.” Matt carefully passed her over.

“I’m Adrian.” Adrian smiled.

“I’m Maggie and you’re my new friend.” She flung her arms around his neck, giving him a tight squeeze.

Adrian patted her little back, eyes meeting Matt’s.

This was going to work.

#i didn't do the name thing on person #but i did realize it and didn't change it #cause #FATE #adrian/matt #wbuct drabble

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