shaunawritesrt - DEFUNCT

I write Achievement Hunter, Rooster Teeth and Funhaus reader inserts! PROMPTS = CLOSED TSF (THREE SENTENCE FIC) PROMPTS = CLOSED

[winchestersingerautorepair]

🚨ATTENTION🚨

All Writers Published on Ao3:

This app, "Fanfic Pocket Archive Library", is lifting all public content from Ao3 and making it available through a service they profit from.

Your work has been stolen and is being used to make money for a third party.

^above are the ways in which the app makes money off of Ao3 content. The developer is called Simple Soft Alliance. Here's the app's Terms and Conditions.

Any fanfiction that can be accessed without a password on Ao3 is already available in this app. Yours, mine, every fan creator's. Whether this is illegal I do not know, but it is certainly unethical and needs to be fought. Ao3 is a site of unparalleled integrity and shows the utmost respect to creators, so this content grab is an even bigger slap in the face for that reason.

🚨Please flag/report this app in your app store. 🚨

🚩Google Playstore link

🚩Apple Store link (download app, then go to report it here )

Feel free to contact Ao3 as well to alert them to this issue. Let's take em down, folks. In the meantime, you can put your Ao3 in private mode to prevent any more data theft.

Please reblog and tag your writer friends. Signal boost this.

[geekout-f-t-w]

If the app developer wasn’t making money I wouldn’t care, but as it is all my fics are on this app and I’m NOT happy. Reported and also reported to Ao3

[wanderingcas]

email someone got - reported on the twitter feed. looks like as authors we’ll have to individually report that our content is stolen on the app. 

links

google: https://support.google.com/legal/troubleshooter/1114905

apple: https://www.apple.com/legal/internet-services/itunes/appstorenotices/#/contacts?lang=en

[wanderingcas]

if you are a fanfic writer posting on ao3 and this app has your fics on there, IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. 

so here’s what you can do. go to the google report form or the apple report form and say that it is copyright infringement. you’ll have to just show your ao3 profile link to prove it. 

this is how i’m phrasing it, but please modify what you say so it doesn’t look like a mass complaint and ruin the legitimacy of the claim: 

“I post my fanfiction works on www.archiveofourown.com, a platform that hosts transformative works. This app is reposting all of my writing content (at least 29 of my works) without my knowledge or consent. I did not give permission to the developer of this app to do so. Since I have copyrights to my own fanworks, as well do all writers that this app is reposting without their permission, I strongly urge the Apple Store to consider the legality of this app, which basically exists just to repost/copy all the works of fanfiction authors of archiveofourown.com.”

again, PHRASE IT IN YOUR OWN WAY but this is just an example of how to go about it, if the “explanation for complaint” seems intimidating to you.

i strongly urge every ao3 author to report this, and get this app down. otherwise, as AO3 suggests, we’ll have to issue DCMA Takedowns. those are a bitch to file. they take a lot of time and a lot of fees. hopefully, enough of us reporting this to apple/google will simply ban the app, and we can put this whole mess behind us. 

[nickelkeep]

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[shaunawritesrt]

Completely understandable, life just moves on sometimes and things change. The same happened with me. You and your writing will be missed but I wish you all the happiness in your life x

I think I'll miss writing but at the same time, I feel like it's time to move on. Thank you💕

[shaunawritesrt]

I think this is goodbye.

I've felt this way for a while, and although I've tried my hardest to find my passion in writing again, it's just not happening. I never post anymore, and I've kind of faded into the background, so to speak. 

I'm very much out of the loop with the fandom, and I honestly can't remember the last time I actually watched a Rooster Teeth, Funhaus, or Achievement Hunter video, let alone finish one. 

Life has gotten far too complicated and busy for me, especially as of late. A lot of big changes have happened, and I just can't seem to balance things out in general, meaning I can't even find the time, energy, motivation, or inspiration to write anything either, not to mention the fact that I feel so discouraged to begin with. I doubt anybody will even read this post anyway. 

This blog will stay up in case anybody actually does want to go back and read any of my stuff at any point. If anybody wants to get hold of me, I'll be over at @mollyohshea.

So...this is goodbye. Who knows, maybe I'll find it in me to come back somewhere down the line, but currently, this is it. 

Thanks for the joy, support, memories, and more. It's been a blast. 

 -Shauna x

[boilingheart]

[inkskinned]

me: i’m just gonna devote today to writing. really just knuckle down and get a lot of writing done just write up a funky little storm of writing

me:

[youleftme-clarke]

You are not OWED fanfiction

I’m gonna go on a little rant here. 

As a fanfic reader, you are not owed a single thing from writers. You have no right to demand updates, to harass writers who don’t post as often as you’d like, or who don’t fill your prompts, or to call out writers for not writing fast enough.

Here’s the thing: fanfiction authors are not professionals. We don’t get paid for what we do. We don’t get to wake up in the morning and sit at our computers and write fics for you to access for free. Fanfic writers know that we will never make a career out of writing fanfiction. We write because it’s a hobby, a passion, a stress reliever. We write because we love the characters, because we love the story, because we have more stories to tell. Most importantly, we write for fun.

We go to school. We work jobs. We have kids. We have homes and apartments and rooms to clean and meals to make and chores to do. We have business meetings to attend and essays to write. Our worlds don’t revolve around fanfiction. Fanfiction is something we do when we have the time, late at night when we can’t sleep, on the weekends, between classes, on our lunch breaks.

If you don’t write, you can’t even imagine the amount of work and time that goes into fanfic. You can’t begin to understand how much planning writers do, and how many hours get spent setting up the plot and developing the characters in the ways that make sense.

You can leave comments on our work. We love it when you leave comments on our work. But when we’ve just spent 10 hours putting together a new chapter, the last thing we want to see in our notifications is “I have waited FOREVER for this! What took so long!” “omg! don’t wait so long between updates next time!” “Am I gonna have to wait this long for the next chapter, too?”

There’s a difference between being supportive and letting the author know that you’re still there after months of silence and shaming them for those months of silence. Every single one of us has a life outside of fanfiction. Things happen. Plans change. Accidents come up out of the blue. When I’m sick, when I’m stressed, when I’m flooded with assignments, I don’t have time to update fics, and I don’t need to tell you that. I don’t need to justify why it takes so long for me to update. You don’t need a reason explaining my absence.

Fanfiction is a gift, and just like any gift, when you receive it, you say “thank you”, because no one was obligated to give it to you. It’s rude say “cool, but I want more, too.”

[badassbaker]

Thank you @youleftme-clarke! Absolutely this. I have seen WAAAYYY too many of my author friends get harassed because their updates are “taking too long”. If you want stories more quickly, write them your-fucking-self. Fanfiction is a privilege, not a right.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

[to-fu]

not to be dramatic but i would die for writers. you guys are so valid

[crisisoninfintefandoms]

we’d settle for a reblog honestly

[antivanruffles]

When you only want to write certain parts of your story, but in order for those parts to make sense and have any impact you need to write other parts connecting them and you just don’t… wanna…

[cat-tries-to-write]

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[ophelia-uwu]

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[sleepinfs]

Please please please help my friend out!! It would mean the world if you helped her out

[homeworldwrites-blog]

Sunrise (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Fem!Reader Summary: Kinda shy Ryan rises to the occasion. Word Count: 1,355 Warnings: Smut, oral sex, masturbation mention, NSFW

Author’s note: Uuh… So, I wanted to imagine Ryan fighting embarrassment/overcoming insecurity during sex, but I’m not sure if I did it well. My first post on this blog! Leave some comments for me :)

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[shaunawritesrt]

can you please write something where reader has a birthmark or acne scars on her face and she's used to her exes being dicks about it, so she's surprised when Michael calls her beautiful

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 735

“Michael, you’re staring.”

You hum, not averting your eyes from the movie playing on the big screen before you when you catch Michael staring. Again. If it was once, you would have ignored it, played it off as nothing. But more than once? Even though you made sure you sounded nonchalant when you finally called him out on it, it’s beginning to bother you.

Yes, he’s your boyfriend. You’re not ordering him to not look at you or anything, but he has no idea that it bothers you when he stares at you for a little longer than you’d like him to. You’ve never told him about the way your asshole ex would point out your acne scars, knowing full well you’re insecure about them.

Initially, nothing was said about them, even when you hadn’t covered up, and you’re sure that your fear is stemming from past experiences in this instance. The fear of Michael possibly finally taking note of your flaws, just like your ex had, and the fear of said flaws prompting him to rethink your relationship for some reason, despite things being great between you thus far, is what’s beginning to bug you, and now, you feel that this is the right time to address it.

Eventually, you tear your eyes away from the screen to cast Michael a look, and you’re met with a smile. You manage one in return, but Michael can tell that something’s…off. Bemused, he sits up slightly and pauses the movie, giving you his full attention.

“Yeah, I was staring.” he hums, then adds, “…Are you not comfortable with that or something?”

With a sigh, you shake your head, mulling your words over before you attempt to construct a sentence. Michael notices, and he patiently waits, not even urging you to speak. Instead, he sits in silence, giving you time until you’re ready to continue.

“It’s not that, I…well, it is that, but there’s a reason why.” you bite your lip, “…My ex was an asshole. Beginning of our relationship? Fine. Was good as gold to me. But then…my flaws were pointed out towards the end of it. And I know I have flaws. I’m not perfect, never claimed to be. But my insecurities were targeted, and that really tore me down.”

You glance down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs and fiddling with your sleeve. You’re trying not to cry. You really are, but despite your efforts at blinking back tears, a few proceed to trickle down your cheek.

“My scars on my face? You can’t say you haven’t noticed them or anything. Maybe that’s why I got dumped last time.” you raise your head, lower lip quivering as you look at Michael, “…I’m terrified that you’ll do the same thing eventually.”

Frowning, Michael shakes his head and scoots closer to you, curling an arm around you to pull you into his side. He shakes his head and softly shushes you, planting gentle kisses atop your head.

“That won’t happen. I promise you.” he tells you, “And you wanna know why?”

Michael asks, but it’s a rhetorical question. Before you can even open your mouth to sputter out a reply, he’s already answering his own question.

“Because you’re beautiful, goddammit!”

Michael smiles, and you pull back to look at him. For a moment, you study his unwavering expression. You aren’t doubting his words, not at all. You’re just…surprised. Pleasantly surprised.

“…Scars and all?”

You ask, sniffling, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Michael nods, slowly raising his hand to cup your face before he gently swipes away stray tears with the pad of his thumb. Even then, he’s still smiling, despite your obvious surprise.

“Scars and all. I swear to god.” he holds your gaze, his eyes sincere as they bore into yours, “I mean it, and I’ll say it again. You. Are. Beautiful. And I love you, okay?”

Cracking a small smile, but a smile nonetheless, you tilt your chin upwards and brush your lips against Michael’s, kissing him slowly and sweetly. He reciprocates equally as tenderly, and you swear you feel him smile into it. When you draw back, you find that you’re not mistaken, because you’re immediately greeted with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

“I love you, too.” you barely whisper, leaning in for another kiss, “So. Much.”

[shaunawritesrt]

Dear Shauna, our lord and savior....Can you please give us a Matt Peake fic where he helps reader calm down before a big job interview

A/N: Omg /\ is the real lord and saviour here but I certainly can give you that!

Title: Before the Interview

Pairing: Matt Peake x Reader

Word Count: 856

Within the span of fifteen minutes, you’ve already gone through your fourth, maybe even fifth change of blouse. It’s been a while since you’ve had to undergo the process of picking out the perfect interview outfit, and the fact that you’re also sweating profusely at the sheer thought of absolutely needing to give your potential employer a good first impression isn’t doing you many favours, either.

You’ve gone through the essentials more than enough times over the past week, and Matt had even willingly gotten himself involved in the preparation process, meaning you’ve revised practically everything together, from the firm - but not too firm - handshake. The strong initial introduction, accompanied by clear speech. Eye contact to exhibit confidence. Positive body language. And, most importantly, remembering to smile. A few seemingly simple steps which, despite them being ingrained in your memory word for word, you’re still repeating to yourself while you’re getting dressed, just for good measure.

“…Babe? Are you ready yet? Time’s getting on a bit.”

Matt pokes his head around the bedroom door, unknowingly interrupting your train of thought. When he notices that you’ve changed your blouse yet again, he quirks a brow while he’s looking you over.

“You’ve changed again. Why? You looked great in the first one you had on.”

He gestures to your first pick, which is now strewn across the floor near the foot of your bed. With a shaky sigh, you glance at him before you beckon him to enter.

“I liked the first one. But then it didn’t feel like there was enough to it. And…then I got here.” you gesture towards your current ensemble, then, you slump down onto the edge of the bed, “Matt, I’m so nervous. I’ve never been this nervous for an interview before. I’m freaking out.”

You groan, laying on your back and clenching your eyes shut. Matt frowns slightly and paces over to you, gently parking himself next to you. He slowly slides a hand over yours and gives it a warm, comforting squeeze, letting you know he’s right there.

“I know, I know. It’s a big day for you.” he soothes and pats your hand, “But you’re more than qualified for this job. You and I both know you can do the job. It’s perfectly normal to be nervous, but why wouldn’t they want you?”

Sitting upright, you lean into Matt and rest your head against his shoulder, and then, you let out a sigh. You begin to mull over his words, and they put things into perspective for you, in a way. You’re nervous, naturally, but you also know that you shouldn’t feed your insecurities and continue to doubt yourself. When you don’t respond, Matt takes it upon himself to carry on.

“I’m probably a little biased, but I think you’re perfect for the job. And it’s obvious that it matters to you. They’ll see that, surely.” he smiles when you look at him, and he presses a soft kiss to your lips before he adds, “Just remember what we’ve already gone through. But I already know you’ve got this.”

You manage a chuckle and you loop your arms around Matt, hugging him close to you for a moment. You don’t know how the man does it, but he always knows the right things to say. Even if he said absolutely nothing at all, he’d still find a way of making you ten times better just by merely being in your presence.

“You have so much blind faith in me. You don’t even know what they’re going to ask me.”

You hum, and Matt shrugs, meeting your gaze.

“You’ve been determined to get this right ever since you knew this interview was going to happen. And when you want something, you go out and you get it. I know you.” he smiles, then, he glances down at his watch, “It’s almost half two. And I’m not trying to get rid of you, but…”

“I know, I know. I need to be punctual!”

You chuckle and rise back up to your feet, and once you’ve slipped your shoes on and you’ve completed the final check for general essentials, you turn back to Matt, letting out a huff of breath, but you’re smiling.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful. Professional, don’t get me wrong, but still beautiful.”

You beam and jokingly wave a hand in dismissal, and Matt laughs, stepping closer to you, pecking you on the lips before you turn and exit the bedroom with him in tow.

“Call me when you get out, okay?” Matt smiles when you reach the foot of the stairs, “And remember, be positive. Don’t let the nerves get to you. You can do this.”

You smile and nod, and before you can turn your back on him to leave through the front door, he gently tugs you back towards him to give you one more kiss, just for good luck.

“Good luck. I love you, and I’ll be waiting for your call.”

“I love you, too.” you beam, giving him a final kiss before you take your leave, “I’ll call you as soon as I’m out.”

[shaunawritesrt]

Since you're snowed in....Could you do some Treyco angst? I love that tall boy. Please?

Pairing: Trevor x Reader

Word Count: 967

Huffing, you flop down beside Trevor on the bed, chuckling breathlessly while you attempt to peel the covers off of your skin. Trevor’s still catching his breath, but regardless, he’s quick enough to jump in with the assist.

“Something about that was…different. I can’t put my finger on it.”

You hum, keeping your gaze fixed on the ceiling rather than glancing over at Trevor. Without thinking about it, and, much to your surprise, Trevor shifts closer to you and curls an arm around you. He tugs you into his side, unfazed by the light film of sweat that covers practically every inch of you he can possibly lay his hands on.

“I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or not.”

He chuckles, and for a moment, you notice that he seems like he wants to say more. But he’s physically stopping himself from doing so.

“I mean…this wasn’t just a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am thing like it used to be. And it’s changed over some time.” you free yourself from his embrace and prop yourself upright, “Like…whenever we’ve been at my place, you haven’t wanted to leave. You’ve done everything you can to make sure you stay as long as possible, and I’ve just been too nice to ask you to leave or whatever.”

Trevor sighs, trying his best to conceal the anxiety-induced chest pains he can currently feel building up, but he already knows you’ve just began figuring him out. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off with a shake of the head.

“No, I’m not done yet. You’re, like…I don’t know. It’s the little things you do. You want to spend weekends in bed together. You want to make nice dinners together. You want to go out to dinner together, and I know you’ll try denying it, but you’ve hinted at it more than once.”

Sighing, you shake your head and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, planting your feet on the floor while you scan Trevor’s bedroom floor in search of your clothes. He panics, knowing that you’re about to leave before he’s even had the chance to tell you how he feels, and he reaches out to take hold of your arm, lightly.

“(Y/N), just wait a minute-”

“I get that we’ve been friends before all of this, Trevor, but I feel like you’re trying to turn this into a relationship. And I don’t want that. No strings attached. That’s what we both agreed on months ago when this all started.”

You shrug yourself free of his hold, covers still pressed against your chest, refusing to look back at him and meet his eyes. You know where this is going, and you don’t want to see the hurt in his eyes. You don’t want to hear him plead for you to stay, or to at least think about giving this a chance.

“I know that’s what we agreed on. And I was fine with it to begin with.” Trevor frowns and props himself up on his elbows, “Please, just look at me while I’m talking to you.”

You sigh, and you don’t even fully turn around. Instead, you look back at him over your shoulder, and you wait for him to continue.

“…I’m absolutely head over heels for you, (Y/N). I never planned for it to happen, and I didn’t even want it to happen, because I knew it’d ruin what we have going on. But…can’t you just think about it?”

Frowning, you shake your head and fully rise to your feet, desperately searching for your clothes. You even take the covers with you during your search, paying no heed to the fact that you’ve left Trevor with nothing to cover his modesty with in the process.

“I’ve already told you from the start, and I’ll tell you again. I don’t want a relationship. Not now.” you tell him, firmly, “Am I attracted to you? Yes. But it doesn’t go beyond that. There aren’t any feelings here on my behalf.”

You sigh, and when you catch sight of your bra and underwear strewn across the floor, you can’t possibly put them on fast enough. This means that you don’t see the sheer hurt that flickers across Trevor’s features while you’re fixing yourself up.

“So…that’s it, then. Between you and me. Friendship and all, right?”

Trevor asks, and the silence is absolutely deafening. Speaks to him louder than a verbal response possibly could have.

“…Right. I hear you loud and clear.”

He sighs, defeated, and he slumps back down on the bed, and you don’t even give him a reaction. Not that he was even looking to receive one from you, of course, but part of him truly hoped that you’d say no, at least give him some sort of utter lie to spare his feelings. But you don’t.

“I’d better go. That’s…it may be for the best.”

You clear your throat, fastening the last button on your shirt before you slip your shoes on your feet and toss the covers back onto the bed in Trevor’s direction.

Trevor doesn’t even fight for you to stay. Doesn’t even attempt to look for an excuse to keep you just that minute longer. He simply gives you a brusque nod, and, at that, you can’t grab your belongings quick enough. You’ve never paced towards an exit so quick in all your life.

Trevor watches you leave, and even when the door is shut behind you, his eyes are still fixed on the handle several minutes after you’ve taken your leave, wishing, hoping, thinking it’ll slowly turn. Praying that you’ll come back, tell him you’ll at least entertain the idea of being more than friends with benefits with him…

But you’re long gone.

[shaunawritesrt]

Hi! If you're still accepting prompts could I ask for a Gray x Reader, readers Time of the month and grays just all comforting and lovely. If that's okay? Thank you in advance!

Pairing: Gray x Reader

Word Count: 364

Groaning, you tuck yourself into a ball once you’ve hoisted the covers over yourself. You feel bad enough to begin with, what with cancelling yours and Gray’s date night, let alone throwing the period cramps into the equation.

“‘m still sorry about tonight.” you mumble and glance up at Gray, “I know you were looking forward to actually doing something together. It’s not often we both get a full weekend to ourselves, but…”

You trail off, and Gray shakes his head, gently rubbing the palm of his hand along your blanket-clad arm while he softly shushes you. You still feel bad, but he honestly doesn’t mind a night in with you. You already know this, but the guilt about the wasted dinner reservations and the mutual excitement about tonight is still eating away at you.

“Hey, no. Stop.” he soothes, now slowly raising his hand up to brush your hair back out of your face, “You weren’t feeling up to it. That’s absolutely fine. I wasn’t expecting you to go out, and I hate seeing you in pain.”

Gray frowns to himself and slowly rises up to his feet, looking you over. There’s a long pause, and before you can sit up to give him a quizzical look, he’s shaking his head, firmly telling you to remain where you are.

“Stay there. I’ll get you a hot water bottle, okay?”

He hums, but he doesn’t leave just yet. You’re still trying to sit up, but eventually, you stop trying. Normally, keeping yourself busy may take your mind off of the cramps. But right now? They’re absolutely debilitating.

“I need some Midol, too. And something to eat. Maybe food may help.”

You groan, and with a nod, Gray dips down and presses his lips to the top of your head, gently. Once he’s made sure you’re tucked in, he slowly backs away, albeit reluctantly.

“I’ll get your hot water bottle, then I’ll go out to the store and see if I can get the other things for you.” he tells you, “You can go to sleep if you want or need to. I’ll try my best to be as quick as I can. I promise.”

[shaunawritesrt]

Ok so I'm experiencing terrible period symptoms and was wondering if I could get a Miles comfort of some sort?

Again, one month later and I finally got this one done too. I’m sorry for the wait!

Pairing: Miles x Reader

Word Count: 385

“Babe, are you okay?”

Miles’ brow furrows at the sight of you, curled up on the couch, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of your own old pyjama pants, hot water bottle held snugly against your abdomen, all while looking utterly miserable. He doesn’t know why he even asked, really. It’s clear that you’re anything but okay, but he asks out of courtesy.

“Yeah, I’m absolutely fine. Can’t you tell?”

You growl in response, but Miles knows you don’t mean anything by it. He nods a little, cautiously takes a seat next to you, and he gently brushes a few strands of hair back out of your face.

“…Bad this time, huh?”

He soothes, and, whining slightly, you nod and rest your head against his shoulder. Miles frowns to himself and curls an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“It sucks. And I need food. And tampons.” you sigh and gaze up at him, “…Take me up to my room? I need to get dressed and go out to get stuff.”

Miles shakes his head and his eyes meet yours, and you already know what he’s about to say. You’re out of your mind, you can’t drive like this, you should go to bed. You’ve had this lecture more than just one time in the duration of your relationship with him.

“No, you stay here.” Miles tells you, firmly, “I’ll go. Just tell me exactly what you need. I’ll commit it to memory, I promise.”

He smiles, hoping you’ll mirror him, and he feels a sense of pride when you crack the slightest smile at him.

“Well…I’ve already said tampons. Uh…” you pause, thinking for a moment, “…Literally any fast food. And ice cream. Two tubs, I don’t even care. I’m in pain, I’m allowed as much ice cream as I want.”

Miles chuckles and sits up, planting a kiss atop your head before he rises up to his feet, and you can’t help but smile, almost relieved that he’s so patient and willing to help you out when you need him most. Before he leaves the room, he turns back to look at you.

“I’ll try not to be long, okay? Just text me if you think of anything else you need. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

[shaunawritesrt]

Stuck in a snowstorm? Sounds like a prompt with uhhhh Miles?

Over a month later and I finally got it done omg

Pairing: Miles x Reader

Word Count: 636

Gazing out of the cabin window, you take in the sight of the steady snowfall outside. The flakes are somewhat lighter than they had been a few hours earlier, but it’s snowed nonstop, and the occasional gusts of wind that blow the dustings of white off of both the trees and the roof of the cabin make it seem even more bitter outside, too.

“It’s still not letting up out there. It hasn’t stopped snowing for hours.”

You groan and glance back at Miles, tugging the sleeves of your jumper down over your hands. Your long weekend away is meant to come to an end tomorrow, but when you take the adverse weather conditions into consideration, getting home doesn’t seem very likely.

“Well…how bad can it be, right? It can’t be that deep outside.”

Miles curls his arms around you from behind and kisses the top of your head. For a moment, he stands there, keeping you wrapped in his embrace. Then, slowly, he pulls away, stands before you, and grins. It’s a look you’ve seen more than once before, so there’s definitely no mistake in believing that it’s his, hey, I have an idea! face.

“Oh no…what’s on your mind?”

You ask, and Miles chuckles as he picks up his jacket and slides his arms into either sleeve. Crossing your arms, you shoot him a quizzical look, and he laughs while he zips his jacket up and slips his feet into his boots.

“Just…going outside to see how deep it really is. I mean, it’s not blizzarding or anything. I’ll live.”

Miles hums, and before you can even find the words to protest with or tell him that’s not a particularly smart idea, he’s opening the front door to the cabin. He’s still smiling, but it doesn’t last long. Before the door is even fully open, snow seeps in and dusts the mahogany floor, much to Miles’ amazement. You can’t help but laugh at him standing there, frozen in place, mouth agape, unable to find the words to even make a joke out of the situation.

“Hey, you don’t even need to go outside now!” you laugh, pacing over to him, “I’m pretty sure the snow was, like, a quarter of the way up the door, judging by how much is in here.”

Still silent, Miles slumps his shoulders and hangs his head, then he turns to you. He’s pouting and giving you his puppy dog eyes, so you make sure not to tease him too much.

“Please, just help me brush all of this back outside before more comes in.” he pleads, then he pauses before he hums, “…I’ll let you roast me over it later if you really want to. Actually, no, I already know you’re dying to tell me what an idiot I am.”

Laughing, you nod and reach for your own jacket and slip something practical onto your feet, and you’re already reaching into your pockets to dig your gloves out. Miles cracks a smile and dips down to give you a kiss, and you linger for a few seconds longer than initially planned before you allow him to pull away.

“Oh, you are an idiot.” you chuckle and reach for the sweeping brush that rests in the corner of the cabin, “But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I love you. You’re my idiot.”

Miles grins from ear to ear and ruffles your hair, taking the sweeping brush from you. Then, he strikes a pose, one hand planted firmly on his hip, the other atop the brush, a determined look on his face.

“And I love you, too. But for now, this idiot needs to clean up the mess he accidentally made because his curiosity got the better of him, and I need your help! Let’s sweep!”