#punk geraskier

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Using the encouragement he got from the seven beers he had downed during the set, Jaskier thought it was a splendid idea to stumble his way towards the handsome bass player and slip him his number. Scampering off as fast as his legs could take him in his inebriated daze. 

Geralt found him oddly endearing. 

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Lil punk Geralt smitten with a mullet wearing man.

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Lil drunk Geralt getting a piggy back ride from an unprepared Jaskier.

(I'm trying to figure out bodies and it's not going too well yet. 🙃 Also, please ignore how ginormous Geralt's head looks compared to Jaskier's. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

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“Please, Geralt.” It wasn’t normal for Jaskier to beg or plead, but with the way the ivory man before him was being utterly defiant for no reason, he kept asking, “Geralt, come on.” He reached for the glove covered hand and gave it a firm squeeze and tug.

Snow dusted the narrow ally way the two men occupied, puffs of air filling the small space between them, “Jaskier, it’s five blocks. I’ll be fine.” Geralt giving the hand in his own a reassuring squeeze and a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as they cast down at their intertwined hands. 

“If it’s only five blocks then it’s no problem at all for me to take you home.” Jaskier pressed softly, pulling Geralt flush into his chest, “Plus, what kind of boyfriend am I if I haven’t even met the ever-famous Roach?”

The smallest of laughs ghosted into Jaskier’s ears, prompting him to nuzzle his nose into the rune tattoo on Geralt’s neck, “Fine, you can meet the damn cat.” Geralt huffed and allowed himself to be guided to Jaskier’s car.

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🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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One of the first things Geralt had noticed about Jaskier was the very tattered and worn scarf he seemed to wear every time he stepped foot outside his apartment in the winter. Jersey winters were especially snow covered, but Geralt was concerned such a thin scarf would do nothing to warm the man’s neck.

Picking out a scarf for someone other than himself wasn’t a task that Geralt had ever handled before and he figured a subtle red would do. What he wasn’t expecting was the scarf to be so warm that as soon as Jaskier had it snuggly wrapped around his neck his cheeks would flush a deep pink. Almost matching the hue Geralt had decided on.

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Working three jobs to be able to afford rent in New York City has Jaskier at his wits end. Stress smoking and constant eye bags are prominent in his life at the moment and Geralt is having a hard time figuring out how to help his new partner.