yall didn't think I forgot about this, did you!?
I took the liberty of writing this as pre-canon of the aneurysm fic. hot and sweet <3 (you don't have to be reading that to enjoy this.)
beach day - mature (bordering on explicit)
It hadn’t been their plan to end up at the beach. Evan had come off a rough shift and wasn’t feeling great, although he couldn’t entirely put his finger on why—that wouldn’t come along for weeks. But he’d been restless after dinner, too anxiety-riddled to settle down quite yet for the evening. And even though Tommy had come off a rough shift of his own and was exhausted, he’d suggested the water, because it always seemed to make Evan feel better after a bad day.
Which was how he found himself walking through the wet sand, surf intermittently slapping at his toes every few minutes. They’d left their shoes by the truck in deference of having them filled with the tiny grains. Besides, Tommy always kept a spare towel in the back seat of the cab so that if they found themselves there, they could clean their feet off before climbing back in.
Tommy slides his fingers into Evans as they trudge along the shore, glancing down the coast towards seagulls several hundred yards away.
“Was it a bad call,” he asks, glancing up towards the blonde.
Evan shakes his head, skepticism crossing over his features. “No. I just feel…” He pauses, glances off into the water as though the depths of the ocean willl provide him with the answers he can’t find. “I don’t know. Unsettled?”
“Hmm.” Tommy hums in response, but doesn’t give any further information on his inclination towards the younger man’s emotions. He waits a few minutes, letting Evan process through whatever is happening inside his head before he speaks again. “Anything to do with the wedding? I know we’ve got some deadlines coming up.”
Evan whips his head back then, shaking it quickly. “No, not at all.” He presses his lips together in a hard line has he looks beyond Tommy, uncertain.
“I don’t know what it is,” he admits softly. “Something just feels off.”
Tommy nods, squeezing his hand. Evan leans the front of his shoulder into his fiancé’s, dropping his face against the curve of Tommy’s shoulder. His heart flutters in his chest—an odd feeling, something he’s noticed a few times now. He sighs.
“Maybe we just need to take a trip out of town for a few days,” Tommy murmurs before turning his head and kissing the top of Evan’s. Evan wrinkles his face, contemplative. “We could fly down to San Diego for the weekend. Maybe sneak over the border to TJ.”
Evan chuckles at the suggestion, lifting and turning his head towards Tommy. “And what? Get drunk on cheap tequila?”
Tommy shrugs, smirking at him. “I mean I think Maddie might kill us if we get married in another country.”
Evan’s grin pulls further across his face. His family would definitely not be okay with them circumventing all the wedding plans with all the work that’s already been put in. He had argued with Maddie for weeks purely on the discussion over whether he and Tommy should have a theme or just choose colors. It had taken even longer to convince his sister that navy and evergreen would be prettier in November than black and silver.
Tommy nudges at the back of his head with his mouth and Evan leans up, looking up at him. Tommy turns, faces him. The wind blows and he shivers. Tommy chuckles, grabbing his wrists and sliding them inside his open sweater. Evan smirks at him, tilting his head as he slides his fingers down towards the hem of the sweater, finding the hem of Tommy’s henley and slipping his fingers beneath it. Tommy shivers at Evan’s cold fingers on his skin as he tugs him in, brushing his lips over Evan’s.
“I really love you, you know that,” he murmurs softly, brushing a hand down the back of Evan’s head, his gaze drifting across Evan’s features like he’s trying to memorize him. It’s that gaze that makes Evan’s heart feel like it might leap out of his chest, like the stuttered beats are brought on by the level of love that Tommy shows him. His heart starts to pound—something he’s all too used to at this point—but it still makes him a little breathless.
“Sometimes I still don’t know how I got this lucky,” Evan whispers back, leaning forward, bumping his nose up againt Tommy’s as he grazes his lips against his fiancé’s. Tommy closes the millimeters between them, sucking Evan’s bottom lips into his mouth. Evan groans softly, the slightest bit of pain radiating in his chest at the weight of it all. His toes curl in the sand as his grip tightens on Tommy’s back, fingernails digging lightly into his skin. Tommy groans back, his tongue finding its home in Evan’s mouth. Tommy’s free hand slides down Evan’s chest between them, lightly fisting the fabric of his hoodie when he finally pulls away.
“Little bit excited,” Tommy teases, smiling at the way Evan’s cheeks are flushed, his eyelids fluttering and his lips still parted, swollen. He can feel Evan’s heart racing under the fabric.
“You make me insane,” Evan rasps, leaning in and brushing his lips over Tommy’s once more. “Now please rail me in the truck because I’m not going to make it home like this.”
Tommy chuckles, his smile growing wide. He glances around the empty beach and then back in the direction of where they parked.
“Anything you want,” he replies hoarsely. Evan gulps, seeing the way Tommy’s pupils widen as he looks back at him. Oh fuck.
Sometimes he wonders when they’ll get sick of each other. It’s been over a year and a half, pretty damn close to two. Still, as they trudge up the sand, he struggles to see the downside of anything in their relationship. Sure, they fight sometimes, and they’ve had the hard discussions. They both have a hair trigger when it comes to the other getting injured at work. But Evan had been sure that the level of in love he’d felt at six months in, when they were still close enough to being brand new that nothing felt like it could go wrong, and also comfortable enough that everything together felt safe, that it would never get better than that. That he could never find a way to love Tommy more. Sometimes he wishes he could go back and tell the version of himself that had been sure their relationship was over after their first big fight—he’d been reckless in a save that had almost gotten him killed and Tommy was pissed—that it got better. It got so much better.
They reach the truck and Tommy spins him, pressing Evan’s back flat against the steel frame, finding his lips effortlessly as he tugs on the handle of the backseat passenger door. When he gets it open, he steps back just far enough to get Evan away from the frame before he’s lifting him underneath his thighs, settling him inside the vehicle. Evan pulls back, sliding backwards on the seat as Tommy steps up on the doorframe and then comes in after him, pulling the door shut behind him as he kneels between Evan’s legs on the seat. His f-150 isn’t nearly big enough for both of them in the back seat, let alone for a quickie, but they’ve done it before and they’ll probably do it again.
Tommy’s hands shove under Evan’s hoodie and t-shirt and he ducks down, attaching his lips to a spot on Evan’s ribs and then moving upwards, kissing along his body, sucking in a nipple, flicking his fingers over the other while Evan yanks at his jeans, trying to get Tommy free.
“S-stop,” he stammers, pushing himself up against the driver’s side back door. Tommy comes up, flushed, licking into his mouth as Evan pulls him forward, shifts his legs around until he’s kneeling while he continues to pull on Tommy’s pants, getting them down to his knees. Tommy makes quick work of Evan’s pants, and then he’s kicking them down, and they slump into a pile on the floor before Tommy is pulling him over his lap, shifting Evan over him until he’s nudging at his rim. Evan whimpers, leaning down and kissing Tommy fully. Tommy slides two fingers in just to test, making him squeal into his mouth, and then the fingers are gone and he’s adjusting himself again, easing Evan down, drinking in the cries that fall out of the younger man’s mouth as he settles. Their lips break apart as he bottoms out, Evan entirely settled on top of him, their breaths hot and hitting a wall against each other. Tommy squeezes his ass and Evan grunts softly, nudging his nose against Tommy’s as he feels the shift inside from the small movement.
“I love you,” Tommy states hoarsely. Evan grinds his hips. “Oh fuck, Evan, I love you.”
His heart is racing, and he’s hot, both literally and figuratively, and all he can think is, life can’t possibly get any better than this.
In honor of my birthday being December 4th, I decided to put together a list of fluff prompts during my birthday week for others to use. This is available to any characters, fandoms and any form of art. If you use them, I'd like to be tagged so I can see what you create :))
(This is a fluff challenge so the only real rule is everything must be fluffy)
To honor the 7th anniversary of the first reboot episodes, we’re challenging fans to a game of MacGyver bingo. The game starts September 1, 2023.
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Summary: 💖Theo Raeken/Reader with the prompt "Come over here and make me"??
You’d been training with Theo after Derek had decided that it would help both of you fit in better with the pack and help Scott and his groups combine into a more cohesive unit, it helped you were both dating. Of course this leads to a lot of half training and fights ending in making out, which Scott was pleased with in the community sense but Derek was pissed at as it was just taking up training time.
“Y/N maybe if you weren’t so slow dodging this wouldn’t be an everyday occurrence.” Theo grins from where he’s on top of you and laughs a little leaning forward to kiss you. You smile into the kiss twisting your leg around his and shifting your weight so you end up flipping him.
“I win again!” You grin laughing when you can hear Theo groan a little and you try not to act to smug when he complains to Scott later that day.
”Come on we have to train more.” Theo glares at Scott. Derek rolls his eyes and shoves you forward and you’re about to scowl.
“Long range today. No actually hits though. ” Theo seems incredibly pleased and you want to comment about it but you’re relieved you’re not using weapons, Scott and Derek just keep a distance between the two of you before letting you charge each other and trying to make sure you’re not getting too close or too violent with each other.
”Y/N’s doing much better. You might need to rethink pairing her with Theo.” Scott mumbles, you can see him glaring at Derek and he shoulders you growling as he walks by, Scott looks sheepish and Derek just shrugs a little.
“If you two are just going to make bedroom eyes and play slap each other there’s no point in even training you together, might as well pit you up against someone else and actually train.”
“We do train!” You assure and Scott looks unimpressed but Derek nods a little.
“It’s better they don’t actually fight for now.”
“Why?” Scott scowls but Derek pulls him over to explain and you can hear him snapping at Theo about eavesdropping and the entire reason being that he doesn't like mixing weight classes.
“You calling my girl fat?”
“No, I'm calling you fat. Lay off the protein shakes.”
You grow at Theo but he just grins leaning from where he’s resting on the bleachers.
“If you’re that pissed about Derek putting you on Kanima-sitting duty then just tell him we can trade.”
“We can’t trade, we already did that last month.”
“What if you fight me for it, and win..”
“You’ll let me win.”
“No I won’t.” Theo insists and Derek laughs from where he and Stiles had pulled up in the jeep.
“You should let her win. Or at least don’t knock her down.”
“Why, you don’t want one of your pack members getting hurt?”
“Yes.” Derek grins and you laugh, knowing why he was looking so smug at Scott, technically it wasn’t a lie to agree. Scott seems to sense something and you know he wants to ask but Theo beats him to it.
“What the hell was that look Y/N!”
“Nothing.”
“Like hell it was nothing, tell me or I will knock you down when we spar.”
“Come over here and make me tell you then.” You grin leaning forward a little, Theo can never resist a challenge and you’re expecting him to run over, however he still trips slamming himself into the ground and you realize what Derek had said, assuming he was out of earshot.
“You don’t need to knock her down, not going to change that you knocked her up.”
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
Anything from the waist down, basically. Though the exact part of your body may vary from day to day Will’s defiantly someone who loves legs and thighs and, well, butts. He loves to drag his knuckles over the inside of your thighs deliciously slowly, watching as you start to get goosebumps from the soft sensation and how you unfold in front if him with such a simple touch. He loves to grip your butt with firm hands, fingers digging in so hard you’re forced to let out a gasp, while his hip thrusts into you mercilessly. He loves when curl up in his lap and he gets to wrap his arms around you, one hand resting on your shin where his thumb absentmindedly rubs circles on your skin.
x
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/ Why not?)
William Miller doesn’t have a clear answer for that question. For him, it’s not that easy. There’s one part of him that undeniably wants to have children, that wants to have the family life he and his brother grew up with, wants to have the house filled with the thump of little feet running around and laughter in the air, cuddles in bed and breakfast with the bunch on Sundays. In a way it’s even harder because he grew up like that, in a loving and protected home.
Then there’s doubt. The thing’s he’s seen, the burden of not being able to forget what he’s done, the undeniable fact that he, truly, murdered and killed. And then Will doesn’t want to be a father, how can he put children in a world that’s so unsafe? How can he be the one to decide to create another life on earth when he can’t promise that everything’s going to be alright. The sad truth is, Will can’t run from his demons and his brain kicks into overdrive every time he starts to think about children - it’s a battle between the heart and the mind that won’t be settled for a long time.
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
There’s really no point in denying the fact that Will is, at least physically, build for cuddling - big arms providing the perfect combination between muscle and softness when they wrap themselves around you, a warm chest where there’s just so much space of him to place your head on, broad shoulders that give you true sense of comfort and protection. There’s really, a lot, to cuddle when it comes to Will and that might actually the worst part of it all, since Will radiates body heat like a small sun. Cuddling with Will is nice, everyone who’s ever tried it would agree, but it usually doesn’t last long. At least not the full body contact cuddling. There’s always parts of you touching, fingers drawing small patterns on each other’s skin but you can only lay engulfed with each other for so long until one of you has to break it up for the sake of both of you before you end up in a puddle of sweat. Naturally, Winter’s pushed to the top of the list when it comes to favorite seasons and Summer’s been resting on the last place ever since you moved in together.
x x
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
It’s no secret that Will likes to be prepared and dates are no exception to that. Wether he gets to take you on an adventure for a whole day or you two just decide to go to a nice restaurant for dinner, he likes to prep beforehand. He makes sure you’re favorite clothes are washed and ironed, that the car is clean and the tank is full. There’s usually an element of surprised involved, something small like buying your favorite fruit and stashing it in the fridge because he knows you often skip desert ‘cause your belly is already filled with too much food but once you get home you do crave something to nibble. And though William likes to plan big time, dates with him aren’t that fancy. He likes to enjoy the peace and quiet with you, rather have you on the back of his bike and on the way to a cabin than standing in line to get to that one new rooftop bar everyone seems gushing about.
E = Everything (You are my ___ (e.g my life, my world…))
You are my comfort zone.
There’s something about you that calms Will down. Some people say they feel giddy and high whenever they’re partner is around and of course Will is happier when he has his arm around your waist but the wave of absolute content and clarity that washes over him in those moments are overpowering every other feeling. With you around he seems to breath a little lighter, gets to be a little more himself with other people around and at the same time you keep him grounded when he feels alone and trapped in his mind. William gets to truly express himself with you and that’s one of the reasons he loves and admires you so much.
F = Feelings (When did they know they were falling in love?)
Wills’s a guarded mess when you first meet him. He’s all walls and far away eyes, tight lips and broad stance. Like every person Will meets in his life he’s careful, especially after breaking off his engagement only a few months ago. There isn’t much you two talk about first, conversations don’t seem to come easy to Will and for some reason they’re even worse to hold with you. It takes more than a few nights where Will’s mumbling most of his answers into his beer, jaw set so tightly you wonder if he even wants to be here, with you. Opening up, you realize at some point, takes a while for Will but once you realize that this is progress, this is him working and trying his best, you ease up as well - and practically slip your way into his heart by accident. The first time William realizes that this means something to him is when you walk into the bar you’re supposed to meet with him, eyes scanning the crowd for the familiar faces of him and the rest of the crew. It’s the warmth that suddenly flows through Will’s body, an almost calming sensation of knowing you’ll be there, right next to him and the thought that he wants to stay with you, even here in this bar that’s far too loud and far too crowded for his liking. And although Will’s someone who constantly keeps himself and his emotions in check, this one slaps him right across the face - cheeks red and heart beating against his chest so hard, he fears you actually might feel it as you hug him.
x
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
Will’s very much aware of his build and strength most times throughout the day. There’s rarely a moment where he forgets how much damage he can do and if so it’s mostly in hilarious situations whenever he tries to fit into a chair or has to duck to walk through a door in a house that he isn’t used to. With you, however, Will never forgets. He will always make sure he doesn’t squish you too tight, always make sure you’re comfortable just as much as he is whenever you two are cuddling together. Don’t be fooled, Will has a rougher side to him and you love to see him taking some dominance in the bedroom but it’s never, never, unintentional - which, if you’re honest, makes it even more attractive.
H = Hand/ Hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?)
William loves to hold hands. At least whenever you are cuddling. He likes the contrast between you and him and although his fingers are surprisingly slender for a man his size, they’re still big enough for him to marvel at the difference every now and again. Out on public you don’t necessarily have to hold hands but you always keep close to each other. It instantly changes whenever you have to get through a crowd though. Will’s hand conveys security then, gripping your’s firmly and his shoulders pushing through the people around you with you pressed close behind. He’ll switch to an arm around you when the crowd thickens and the air starts to get heavy around you, pressing you against his chest tightly as he pushes people apart with much more force now. Maneuvering you two out of a situation like this doesn’t happen on the daily but it has happened before and you’ve always been grateful that Will was by your side then.
x
I = Impression (First Impressions/s)
Quiet. Broad, almost looming in the background. Though Will doesn’t have a threatening personality, his build is enough for most people to become weary around him. It actually surprises you the first time he opens his mouth, the sentences that come out well thought through and perfectly worded, keeping his voice in a pleasantly low rumble.
J = Joker (Are they into pranks?)
Not that much to be honest, no. He likes to plot one solid revenge if he’s being tricked by you or Benny but he wouldn’t take it further or let it continue into a whole prank war. However, he’s more than happy to be your partner in crime whenever it comes to you trying to get back at Benny and he’s downright dedicated in mapping out the perfect vengeance against this baby brother.
K = Kisses (How do they kiss?)
Will kisses with a certain kind of determination. It’s not that his kisses are extremely hard but you’re always left with a tingling sensation on your lips as he pulls away, even if it was just for a quick goodbye kiss. The beard took some time to get used to but now you can’t imagine a kiss without the sensation of it around your mouth, the softness and the smell of the latest products Will used on it. And though Will would never admit it, he makes a small little sound coming deep from the back of his throat whenever you part your lips for the first time in a kiss and allow him to sneak his tongue inside. You’re fairly certain he doesn’t even realize it and although it’s very soft and sometime’s barely audible your ears became very good at picking it up - because it’s your most favorite sound in the world.
L = Little Things (What little things do they love/ notice.)
Apart from the obvious fact that Will is naturally drawn to numbers, he likes to watch as well, especially you. Often enough you find his gaze lingering on you and sometimes you take the chance to shoot him a playful smile of your own. It’s not that Will’s ogling your body (well, not only) but more that he truly enjoys the view of you - how your hair catches the late afternoon sun, how you twirl around with a little too much energy while you sway to a song playing on radio in the kitchen as you prepare dinner together, how the little hairs on your neck stand up whenever his lips press against that one spot right there underneath your ear. Yes, William Miller’s favorite activity is to watch you.
M = Memory (Their favorite moment together.)
The first time you visit Will’s place. Seeing that Will is a private person who tends to keep to himself most of the time and is very happy with that, his home is almost a sanctuary for him. It’s a place he feels comfortable and relaxed in and inviting new people over to someplace he holds so dear to his heart is almost a nerve wrecking experience for him. His eyes follow you as you carefully take the first steps down the hall, gaze moving over picture frames and books lined on the wall. There are defiantly reddened cheeks when you turn around, a smile on your face to compliment him about the house. He swears his heart bursts with joy the first time you crouch down to pet Cheddar.
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
William is much more of a penny hoarder. It’s not that he doesn’t want to make you happy, but happiness for himself rarely comes from materialistic objects so his first thoughts about presents and special occasion usually don’t involve something fancy and expensive. William likes to spoil you with his time, always trying to arrange his speeches so gets to see you in between, making sure that he gets to take a break after having to fly out. He likes to take the time in the evening to talk whenever you two get ready for bed, bathroom talks becoming very intimate for both of you, not only because he wants to tell you about his day but also because he’s interest what your thoughts and feelings were when he wasn’t around and what you’ve encountered at work. In a way it’s not only time, it’s also attention and William Miller is convinced that it’s one thing you should spoil your partner with in a relationship.
O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)
Morning light. Will’s usually much earlier awake than you are and depending on the day he either finds you still in bed when the sun starts to seep through your window for the first time today or you’ll pad down to the kitchen, curling up in his lap as he’s already drinking his coffee and reading the news. Either way, Will can’t get enough of you and the quietness that seems to only be present in the mornings in your household, breaths still deep and your eyes not quite awake yet.
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
Will loves to use pet names. Apart from the usual things like Babe/Baby, his favorite’s Darling. It just rolls of his tongue naturally at this point wether it be in a loving way or meant as a tease. Whenever he feels extremely romantic he might call you Love.
*Bonus: He might’ve watched a few seasons of Sons of Anarchy and picked up on the habit of calling you his Old Lady, very much to your delight.
Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)
Often enough you catch Will looking your way and as the two of you lock eyes there’s almost always a silent question like “Are you alright/Are you okay?” lingering in his gaze. He does it throughout the day as a nonverbal check up. It doesn’t even take long, it’s truly just a very quick conversation between you two through your eyes and in a blink you’re both back to whatever you were doing before.
R = Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
A rainy day is truly the perfect time to get him to stay in the house with you. Normally Will is a pretty outdoorsy person who likes to get his daily dose of fresh air so you find it as a welcome alternative to have him lounging around the house. Depending in your mood (and how many chores you need to take on together) you sometimes like to stay in bed, wrapped up in each others arms and watch a movie, the cat joining you and though Will’s not a fan at first, he’ll tolerate Cheddar because “It’s his rainy day as well.” Other times you chase each other around the house, blasting music and try to dance away the rain with a mop and a bucket full of dirty cleaning water. Whatever it’ll be at the end of the day, one thing’s for sure: Neither you, nor Will, change out of your sweats that day.
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ each other up.)
A run, a bath and then some journaling. In that order. The bath is reserved for you as well, this is the time where you either listen to whatever Will wants to share with you or just hold him in the hot water, sometimes taking the moment to rub his tense shoulders and press some reassuring kisses underneath his jaw, feeling his beard on your lips move as he unclenches his teeth. It’s not a sexual tension that develops in your bathroom on those days and the kisses more or less serve the purpose of small, whispering reminders that “I am here, you can talk to me, I will listen.”
x x x
T = Talking (What do they love to talk about?)
There is a lot Will loves to talk about and the most obvious ones are science facts or news that he just read this morning in the newspapers. There’s always a current topic on his mind, wether it be politics or the discovery of a new species in the middle eastern ocean. Will has a broad knowledge of different kinds and so there are days where he comes home and tells you about something you’ve talked about weeks ago and you have already forgotten, if you’re completely honest, but Will just found out some exiting new information on the topic and the glee in his eyes is too adorable for you to interrupt him.
*Bonus: As mentioned before with Benny, both of the Miller brother’s are big on gossip and Will’s a pro when it comes to connecting little pieces of informations and new insight gathered throughout different types of sources (he means friends, really).
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
William is a man who likes routine. Whenever he feels as if the world around him becomes too much, and after coming back home this seemed to be a lot more often than before he left, he needed to find himself some exit ways to escape his own mind. Depending on the day, sometimes it’s as simple as grabbing you, a blanket and the cat (though lastly truly can’t be ‘grabbed’ and rather decides on it’s own when to grace you with their presence) and cuddle up on the couch to watch a documentary. It’s often one you’ve seen before but you don’t mind, getting the chance to cuddle up to your beau and feeling the tension slowly leave his body with every minute of the show passing. Other times it’s a bit more challenging, his mind demanding to be distracted in a much more difficult task and Will finds himself in the small shed outside the house, building something or fixing up the bike, whatever he can find that day to keep his hands busy and his focus in front of him instead of getting drawn into the mess of his own thoughts.
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
Will’s horrendously proud of your baking skills for some reason? He loves to watch people try your new recipe and then gleefully announce that it was you who made it whenever their faces light up. He’s also deeply impressed by the fact how easily you maneuver yourself through social events, how small talks seems to slip over your lips and how your laughter, even after hours and hours of gathering with in small circles with lukewarm champagne, still feels true and honest.
W = Why (Reasons why they love each other.)
There’s a whole lot of reasons to love William Miller. His mindset is astonishing, his whole work ethic, really, wether it be on his daily exercise or his keeping his mental health in check, is incredible and you can’t help but marvel at the man that decided to work on himself with such strength and willpower - and just keeps on working. One might think that this is must be it, the reason big and impressive enough that you just have to love him. And though you obviously do respect that part of him massively, it’s not your reason. You love William Miller because of his softness. Because he’s a man that saw terror and war and violence and used to be terror and war and violence and still, after all he’s done, came back home and forced himself to be soft and kind and gentle again. Controversial enough the road to become his former self again was a path of tight jaws and a fight of minds but in the end, William Miller loves deeply and tries his best to make the world a little brighter, a little less violent and a little better and that’s the reason you love him the most.
X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)
“Hotel California” - Eagles. It’s the first song you showed him because you thought he might like it and although it wasn’t quite his kind of music he was baffled at the fact that someone thought of him. It’s funny because for some reason he still doesn’t like the song but he refuses to change stations whenever it comes on the radio and it almost always makes him smile.
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
Yes. William is set on a long lasting partnership and getting married defiantly belongs to his bigger picture. It’s something that’s a part of getting involved with someone for him, seeing he’s someone who likes to calculate and know as much about a situation and how it might turn out and being in a relationship is not exception to that. He’s thought about it as you two made your relationship official, thought about it as you moved in together and defiantly thought about it the first time you’ve met his parents. It’s almost like a silent whisper in the back of his mind, constantly turning over little details and shifting the picture ever so slightly until William can see it perfectly clear in front of him: You are his person.
x x x
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)
Will’s pets change over the years. Not because they die but because he keeps bringing in strays, taking care of them for a time and then having to bring them to a shelter to find a new home with a heavy heart. There are at least three cats constantly present in his household and they are often referred to as “the Gang” (William), “Cheddar and his consorts” (Pope), “Those little shit heads” (Benny) or “Fluffs of fur” (You). Most of the time they are quiet cats, napping on chairs or in corners, wiggling their way around your legs as you try walk but there’s an undeniable cheeky nature to Cheddar, the first cat Will brought home and the one he holds closest to his heart (but he would deny that if you’d ask him, arguing loudly that he loves all of his children equally).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark
Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, teen jonsa, Teenage Dorks, Fluff, Drabble
Series: Part 3 of OTP fluff challenge
Summary:
“What in seven hells possessed you to get into a fight with Harry?”
“He was saying inappropriate things about you,” Jon replied sullenly, glaring at the wall as she released his hair and went for the medicine cupboard.
“And?” she snapped, slamming the cupboard shut as she turned with the antiseptic cream and wipes.
“About…” Jon flushed, averting his eyes to the tiled bathroom floor, his leg bouncing nervously. “About sex.” He whispered the last word, his cheeks so hot with embarrassment he was sure she would feel it from where she continued to stand at the sink, watching him.
Sansa raised an eyebrow. “And you were defending my honour?”
I just want to start off by saying thank you to everyone who participated! I loved every single story that came in! I hope the feedback I provided was enough and I look forward to reading more fics in my furture challenges! Remember, to read these stories and give the authors some love!
Winter Prompts/Activities:
Christmas Cookies by @superfandomqueensnook
Cold Suprise by @annio8o3
What Ifs by @emoryhemsworth
By the Fire by @kdfrqqg
The Bunker by @acreativelydifferentlove
Christmas Prompts/Activities:
Get in the Spirit by @serenity-sam
Big Bag of Dicks by @jayankles
Holiday Gaudiness by @pheonyxstorm
Fluff Prompts/Activities:
Before Two Became Three by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing
Cinderella by @just-another-winchester
Wishing On A Star by @tngrayson
Because You’re an Idiot by @squirrel-moose-winchester
Favorite Jinx by @annio8o3
Just A Touch by @just-another-winchester
My Kind of Exercise by @becs-bunker
Some Would Call It An Adventure by @sillesworldofwriting
Secret Gifs:
Man Of Her Dreams by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing
Quiet House by @jayankles
Small Boxes by @acreativelydifferentlove
Imagine…A Beach Date by @luci-in-trenchcoats
Our College Years- Positive by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing
To New Beginnings by @sillesworldofwriting
Taking A Break by @sillesworldofwriting
Through the Lights by @squirrel-moose-winchester
A Change Of Scenery by @cass-trash
Day At The Circus by @superfandomqueensnook
Quiet Moments by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing
Warm Me Up by @pheonyxstorm
