oh my, for the short fic thing, girl Matt & Foggy with 12 (writer and editor au) would be amazing. have a great night & excited to see whichever prompts you choose to write!
Anyway, Matt writes a dark, gritty YA series about a teen girl vigilante that is definitely not based on a true story at all because she is Definitely Not Daredevil.
“I can’t do it,” Matt moans, shutting her laptop and getting up from the desk to throw herself onto Foggy’s bed. Foggy scoots over to give her room to sprawl out on her back and pout.
“One more page and I’ll pay attention to you,” she says, softly, reaching out to rest her hand on one of Matt’s ankles and squeeze it gently. “And. . .I. . .am. . .done.”
She slides the manuscript onto the bedside table and climbs on top of Matt.
“You just have to cut out 10,000 words because the higher-ups are convinced that young adults won’t read anything above 250 pages because—I don’t know, probably something to do with cellphones,” she says. “All those executives are just old white guys who are terrified of Snapchat. How many words have you done so far?”
Matt pouts more aggressively.
“I’ll kiss you if you tell me,” Foggy says. Matt groans loudly and Foggy laughs, leaning down so their faces are close. “Come on, you like kissing me. I won’t be mad.”
“. . .five hundred,” Matt says, slowly.
“Five hundred?” Foggy repeats, sitting up. “Matty, you’ve been working all day.”
“You said you would kiss me,” Matt says, accusingly, sitting up on her elbows and frowning. Foggy leans down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“You’re a dirty cheater, Nelson,” Matt says, without much heat, falling back and sighing dramatically. “I think this is it. This is the end of my career.”
“You’d break a million teen hearts,” Foggy says, basically just sitting on top of Matt now. At the very least, it’ll keep her from abandoning her book in favor of punching criminals in the face. Also, Matt really likes Foggy on top of her. “They’re already fragile, Matt. They’ll go back to reading John Green.”
“Get me a thousand words,” Foggy says, “and I’ll go through it and mark extraneous stuff since I’m cruel and vicious and it’s not my baby.”
“I worked very hard on it,” Matt says.
“I know. You know, I’ve been with you for all three of your books,” Foggy says, smiling down at her, “and we’ve had this exact conversation three times.”
“But this is the only time we’ve had it when you could be kissing me instead,” Matt says, raising her eyebrows and reaching up to run her fingers through Foggy’s hair. They had years and years of stupid sexual tension before they finally got their shit together, but they—they have their shit together.
Foggy thinks for a moment before she leans down to press her body up against Matt deliberately, barely brushing their lips together, pleased at the sound of Matt whining softly in the back of her throat like she can’t help herself.
“A thousand words,” she says, “and you’ll get my head between your legs.”
Matt lets out a shaky breath.
“Alright, get off me,” she says, leaning up to kiss Foggy quickly. “I’ve got a book to edit.”
