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Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm makin'?

WE DO LOVE STALKINGGGG!!! I'm not totally sure where this is going, but Almond is following Danny Boy on his book tour for sure. 🥰 This was like one of the first scenes I had in mind for this.

And that was how Armand came to be lingering in the aisle closest to the entrance of the bookstore that was hosting the first stop on Daniel's ill-advised book tour. It was right at home (their his home) in Brooklyn, close enough to his apartment that he'd skipped out on the car his agent had offered to schedule for him. He'd made it very clear the night before that he was perfectly capable of walking to a bookstore within 10 minutes of his own apartment despite his agent presumably wanting to ensure that he didn't tire himself out, given the fact that to the world at large, Daniel was still a mortal with a neurodegenerative disease. There had been almost no need for Armand to have listened in on the conversation at all, given that Daniel's reaction was expected. In the time since he'd been turned, he'd become adept at skirting around discussions about his Parkinson's, both through necessity and a quiet annoyance at how much of his life and how people treated him throughout the writing and publishing of the book was colored by the disease. Armand had caught plenty of not-so-quiet mutterings from Daniel through the minds of people walking by him on any given night about how he'd had enough of the old man dying of a disease treatment. So, he'd made his own way to the bookstore, met with his agent, and settled in for an early evening reading and signing. Armand had followed him from their his apartment and tucked himself away into a quiet aisle, non-fiction books listed by authors from A-D, perfectly out of sight. And far enough from Daniel that he didn't believe their… unusual bond would cause the other to pick up on his presence. There was no reason to cause Daniel to become distracted or to think that he'd be able to catch up with him after the reading was concluded. (The third time their bond had manifested, Daniel had snapped. He'd started hunting for Armand. He'd not made a spectacle of himself, a fact that had left a glowing pride flowing through Armand. Despite Daniel not having a maker there to teach him to be circumspect, his own instinct to be discreet had been on full display since he'd been turned. But he'd been like a bloodhound, nose to the ground, seeking Armand out even long after he'd slipped out of range of the rapturous nature of their bond, sound and color and life returning to both of them.)

so Your Local New Yorkers looked around at everyone else waiting and we loudly went OKAY IF WE ALL GO TOGETHER, THEY WON'T WANT TO HIT US ALL

Hi friend thank you for the ask (and for tolerating all of my mclennon spirals)!! 💜💜

🌅 do you typically know the ending to something before you start writing it?

I usually have some idea, even if that idea is as vague as ‘they have sex about it’ In the case of my big ol’ multi-chapter au I’ve had percolating in the brain for over two years, I have no idea how I want to end it, which is probably why I have only a vague outline to show for it.

⛔️what’s something you try to avoid in your work?

I haven’t ventured into writing whump myself, even though I really enjoy reading it, I guess because I know it’s not for everyone. But I’ve done emotional h/c before and I have a lot of ideas bouncing around for more straight up whump that I’m sure I’ll write eventually, maybe I’ll post it anonymously just to get over the hurtle of being perceived 🫠

In more basic writing dont’s, I try to avoid using descriptors instead of names and pronouns when in writing smut. Reading ‘the taller one, the older one’ etc just takes me out of the scene immediately. Smut writers of the internet, never be afraid of repeating all the ‘him, his, he, names’ as you can, it will set you free

😊 say something nice about your writing

but also tell me more about 🫦🫦🫦

i hope you know that the ghost!curt fic is literally named "the ghost of you" in my google docs because i want to be a parody of BOTH of us tbh. IT'S STILL THERE! IT'S STILL RUMINATING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND, ALWAYS!

Bucky starts to see him so regularly that he’d almost think Curt had actually survived, if not for everyone else ignoring him entirely. He’s always just there on the outskirts of perception, like a loner at a party, staring at Bucky with an intensity in those bright blue eyes that rivals the burn of the alcohol in his chest. But he knows that ghosts can do this sometimes. It's not like the whole vengeful reputation just came up out of nowhere, after all.

and then gjkdslg the hickeys... god robby is in SO much trouble.

Jack’s already snapping off his gloves by the time Robby makes it to the door, and the look he levels Robby with could probably melt the face off anyone else in the hospital. For Robby, it’s pretty much just a normal expression he gets every day, so he quietly watches as Jack foams out and then brushes past Robby without a word.  “Okay, yep,” Robby says to himself, nodding in resignation, “that’s about what I expected.”

Ahah she’s a newborn so she doesn’t know it, but she loooves Ray. Doc doesn’t really know how to feel about it.

“Gun to your head, burn to death or be buried alive?”

Tim scoffed and glanced across the couch at him. Gemma was asleep, upright against his chest, and Ray didn’t need to hold her anymore but he seemed reticent to put her down, anyway.

“I feel some concern that you’re asking that while holding my daughter,” he said.

“It’s a philosophical question, dickhead.”

Tim hummed. Tipped his head and went back to watching the television. “Buried.” He said, “I’m afraid of fire.”

Also, tagging @jenkil bc this is a fanfic of her fanfic. ❤️‍🔥