#soft author

I messed up the first time and wrote it Host instead of Author so I had to change it because I’m big brain… and forgot to add tags.

Only From YouShip: DocthorPrompt: “That’s how the story goes.”Tag List: @gerardwayslips @laneofpennies @emiiinazer

“…so, yes, that’s how the story goes.”

“Well, that’s stupid.”

Edward had spent the past half an hour arguing over plot points with the Author - or Isaac, as only the doctor could call him - and now Author’s patience was wearing thin.

“The Author is well aware that the plot is stupid, but it is what the client wants, so the Author has to deal with it and write it anyway.”

“I must admit, I’m still not fully understanding that part.” Dr. Iplier narrowed his eyes slightly with a frown, propping himself up on one elbow as he carefully regarded his partner, who was sitting up in bed beside him, working on his current writing project.

“What part is it that the doctor does not understand?” Isaac questioned in a mumble, scratching something out on the page, his writing almost as illegible as Edward’s chicken scratch.

“The satisfying the client part,” Edward clarified with a frown. “You’ve never valued customer satisfaction over the quality of your writing, so why start now?”

The Author’s lips turned into a thin grimace, and he didn’t answer the question, making Edward sit up fully, crossing his arms.

“Author.”

No answer.

“Isaac…”

“Mhm?” The Author mumbled in response to the sound of his name, his voice a bit softer and more sheepish.

“Why the sudden change?” The doctor asked again, snuggling up to the Author’s side and resting his head on the other’s shoulder.

“…the Author needs to satisfy the customer, as they are paying a substantial amount of money for the finished product,” He explained with a weak sigh. “The Author wants the money so the doctor can purchase new equipment for his clinic.”

Edward was silent for a long moment, his mind processing what the Author had just said, before he scoffed very loudly, and then pulled Author into a deep kiss before the other could question it.

“Isaac, you stupid, sweet, beautiful man, you…” He whispered affectionately as he pulled away, leaving the Author to tilt his head to convey his confusion, much like a puppy would.

“The Author would like to inquire as to the meaning of the… well… the Author is not sure if that statement was an insult or a compliment.”

“I love you so much, but, you don’t have to do that for me,” Edward smiled, brushing the blond strand of hair back into place on the Author’s head. “I never ever want you to compromise what you love for me.”

“The Author assures Edward that it isn’t a big deal-”

“Yes, it is. Isaac, your narratives are your livelihood, it’s the most important thing in your life because it is where your happiness comes from. Therefore you shouldn’t sacrifice doing what makes you happy to mold it into what someone wants just for money.”

The writer was quiet for a moment before he nodded his head slowly. “…the Author understands what the doctor means, and gives thanks to him for talking sense into him. Though, the Author also points out that the doctor is wrong.”

“What? What do you mean?” Edward seemed perplexed, and a bit irritated, as, like most people, he didn’t like being told he was wrong. “Wrong about what?”

“Wrong about the most important thing in the Author’s life. About where his happiness comes from,” Isaac clarified, reaching out to wrap an arm around the doctor’s waist and pull him closer. “The Author gets his happiness from his writing, yes, but he receives more happiness from Edward, who is truly the most important thing to the Author.”

That had been genuinely the last thing the doctor expected to hear, and as a result, he flustered, his cheeks darkening as he coughed out of embarrassment and looked away with a goofy smile crossing his lips.

It worsened for a moment before the Author kissed his cheek, and Edward beamed, turning back to return the sentiment.

“You flirt,” Edward smiled and playfully smacked the Author on the chest, cheeks still burning. “Regardless, the narrative should follow what the writer plans, not the reader. That’s how the story should go.”

“The doctor is correct in his statement.” The Author smiled, leaning in for a kiss, but stopping when Edward spoke again.

“Of course I am. I’m right quite often, but you still insist on arguing with me.”

The Author chuckled at that, the last sound he made before the evening was silenced by Edward’s lips on his.

Pairing: Author x reader

No warnings!

Reader went off shopping with Bim on the first day of their week off, and Author’s being a tad grumpy about their absence, but not for long!

((Some nice soft fluffyness here, seriously, I’m really happy with how this turned out, hope you all enjoy it!!!))

It was a lovely autumn day, already aware were the trees of winter creeping closer, having shed all their leaves, which now littered the ground and danced with the wind. It was rather warm for the season, but not unpleasantly so, as (Y/n) was being enthusiastically pulled forward from one store to the next.

“Come on! This next store has a great sale going on!” Bim said, while smiling like a giddy child, and (Y/n) couldn’t help but do the same. Still, they sighed.

“Bim, you know Author will want me home soon, we’ve been out all day.” A truth. Bim had excitedly knocked on (Y/n)’s door early that morning, demanding they get dressed and ready to go out shopping. Despite themselves, having wanted to spend the entirety of their week off at home with Author, they had gotten dressed and head out, promising they’d be back home soon. It was now around 3:00 pm., and they were sure Author would be more than grumpy enough after being left alone. Now that they thought about it, it was both a miracle and a bad sign that he hadn’t texted or called. Oh boy, he’s definitely pissy then…

“Pleeeeeease~ Just one more store!” Bim really wasn’t easy to argue with, his puppy eyes were just too convincing, and so (Y/n) found themselves wandering into the shop with him.

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Time passed rather quickly. (Y/n) hadn’t really bought all that much, Author always insisted on them spending his money, but they weren’t all that big of a buyer to really ever get much. They got themselves a shirt or two that really caught their eye and perhaps a little something else in another store or two, but they successfully convinced Bim to drive them back home quickly after having visited that final shop. Bim promptly walked up the driveway with them, hoping to say goodbye at the door. (Y/n) knocked, not quite knowing what to expect, other than a not-so-happy boyfriend.

And that they did receive, Author opened the door, shooting a not-so-subtle glare at Bim, before pulling (Y/n) inside and closing the door in his face.

“Hey! That was rude.” (Y/n) declared in protest. “I know you want to spend time with me, but you shouldn’t be such an ass. Sorry Bim! He doesn’t mean anything by it!” They loudly said, hoping Bim heard through the door. Luckily, he did, and he happily said goodbye before leaving to wherever.  

(Y/n) made a startled noise when pulled into a rather tight hug, with Author resting his chin on their head, but accepted the gesture, taking in his usual scent of ink and old books, with a smoky touch. “Alright, alright. I get it, you wanted to be with me, I’m here now, what do you want to do?”

Author pulled back, and grinned deviously, before taking his time running his hands through their hair and down until he was cupping (Y/n)’s cheek, having them lean into his touch. They most definitely missed him around just as much as he did them. He leaned in to grant them a kiss, starting gentle, but inevitably getting rougher, tilting his head to get better access and placing one hand on the small of their back, the other behind their neck. He tasted bittersweet, but delightfully and comfortingly so. It was a tad desperate, but still enjoyable, and as the two broke off to breathe Author moved his hand and swiped his thumb under their bottom lip, taking off a bit off spit from it, still grinning, but now simply in contentment.

“I missed you.” (Y/n)’s heart fluttered hearing his voice, so smug and playful, he was always such a tease.  They messed up his hair, feeling the silky strands through their fingers.

“I can tell.” Author chuckled lightly and walked over to the couch, beckoning them over with a gesture. (Y/n) barely wasted time in making their way there, and sitting down beside the man, leaning onto his side as he put a hand over them. The tv was on, showing some recent mystery series that had gained a good following, but the two didn’t pay it much thought. (Y/n) took one of Author’s hands in their own, tracing the calluses and where the skin wrinkled, poking and prodding various spots they knew Author liked. “Your hands are always just so… perfect.” The last word came out a tad breathless, and their face burned in slight embarrassment.

Author took hold of their chin and looked straight at them, not hesitating for a second or stumbling over his words. “Same thing could be said for you, doll~”

(Y/n) was sure if the blush hadn’t shown before it must’ve now, they swatted at Author’s hand and tossed a couch cushion his way, attempting to wipe the prideful smirk off his face and stop his laughing. Good lord, his laugh was wonderful. “Oh, shut up you flirt!” Despite their outburst, (Y/n) moved so as to now be sitting on his lap and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, which he returned with a loving one of his own to their lips.

“I mean it though, you really are perfect dear.” He wrapped his arms around their waist and lovingly tucked his head in the crook of their neck. (Y/n) leaned back onto his chest, sighing almost dreamily.  This evening promised to be an absolutely delightful one.  Author seemed to relax more, yet also hold them tighter after they spoke.