#razorblade without a handle

[writingfanficsfan]

The rest of the week passes unbearably slowly and Bucky feels sick with anticipation and anxiety at the thought of having a date with Tony. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, god no, it’s just that, if Steve feels unattainably perfect, Tony feels like something damn near divine—and Bucky is no saint worthy of a man like him.  

Razorblade Without a Handle- Stuckonstuckony

This is the beginning of chapter 7 and if that doesn't convince you to go read it, I don't know what will! Like, what a great line! Go Read It!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63722656/chapters/166582942

And then, when you've read it, go tell @therollingstonys that you did and why you loved it!

[therollingstonys]

@writingfanficsfan I am once again answering your asks like this because tumblr is hecking dumb lol

Nat is THEE best friend anyone could ask for and Bucky is damn lucky to have her!!

Ok now that sounds like a fun drinking game! Take a shot every time Bucky blushes in a chapter y’all!!

Despite what Bucky struggles to believe, Steve and Tony want him SO bad and are white knuckling it through going slow (relatively lol) so they don’t spook him off with how much they like him.

You’re so right though, it’s NOT just about sex for Steve and Tony—they see something in Bucky that’s very appealing and want to take care of him in all the ways a partner does!

Lololol Bucky is many things, and horny for his daddies is always one of them!!

Yea in this situation Bucky is in subspace, though it’s not explicitly talked about, and Steve has a lot of experience with kink, sex, and subspace so he knows how to take care of Bucky in this moment and give him the aftercare he needs. I think Steve would have liked to stay, but staying over would be difficult when Bucky’s bed is a couch and Steve is like, six feet tall and built like a brick shit house lmao

Thank you so much for this wonderful commentary and feedback!! I was so excited to see it and reread it multiple times today until I was finally able to respond!! 🥰🥰🥰

[harri-etvane]

In lieu of the next sharing-a-bed chapter, I wrote 1k words of angst instead because I couldn't get this video of Vova at the Kharkiv printing press out of my head.

Let me know what you think? x

For the first time in a long while, Maks isn’t sure what to say; the words he wants to automatically rely on feel trite and useless - 

You’re not okay, are you? I’m sorry. It’s awful. Tomorrow will be better. Let me hold you. I know. I know. You're doing the best you can-

Sometimes, more often now than at the beginning- there is anger, rage; a vicious snarling fury that comes out at night. It’s something he knows how to handle, he knows what to do when there are no other thoughts than revenge like a razorblade; he’ll roll with the punches in the gym at whatever hour, with the barely controlled force that comes and then just as suddenly - goes. He picks Vova up off the mat and holds him quietly as he trembles. This time, he doesn't see the rage come, or go- just the aftermath in all its brittle fragility.

The office is dark now, too dark. The day is at an end and Volodymyr is a silent, faceless figure, bowed beneath the burden he carries, the Ukrainian flag at his back.

“Volodymyr- I think it's-”

“What?”

Volodymyr's rough-edged voice cuts through Maksym like a knife, leaving him flayed open suddenly- a quiet, lone syllable drenched in barely concealed bitterness; what do you want from me now? I have so little left to give.

“Talk to me.”

He doesn't say anything; still staring at his desk. The papers have been filed away, his phone sits silent; there is nothing for him to work at; but he sits, motionless. Maksym bites down on the inside of his cheeks until he can taste blood, his own body aching to reach out, to gather Volodymyr to him and take him away from all this hurt. But he can't. Not yet. Not now. He thinks about the possibility of - one day; of pulling Vova away from this, the moment when he will hand his precious, beloved country to another. He thinks about a quiet, warm cabin in the Carpathian Mountains, or a small, private place by the sea, below the endless blue sky, somewhere he can see his country whole and entire and blossoming. Somewhere he can heal, where he can rest - finally.

But that will come later; Maksym tells himself. It has to. What they have is here and now. He takes a breath in.

“Please. I know today was-”

“Books. Maksym. Children's books-” his voice cracks over the words, one hand clutching hard at the edge of his desk as though if he were to let go, he would shatter irreparably. The pain in his voice runs deeper than water, than blood. His raw, unfettered grief is for more than material as it always is; for the lives lost, the loves fragmented, the families shattered. For the children's books and all they represent - their future as a nation, their hopes for a peaceful and prosperous democracy no longer under the shadow of war. Ukraine's children and all their unchecked, still unrealised promise, waiting to bloom in the sunlight.

“I know.”

The look on Volodymyr's face feels like someone has reached into his chest, pulled out his heart from behind his ribs and crushed it beneath a steel-toed boot. He wishes more than anything he could have been there to try and help somehow; the image of Volodymyr amongst the ruined printing press and damaged books, his face like an open wound will stay with Maksym for a long time. He thinks of the way Vova had folded his arms, gripping onto himself as he listened silently to the manager- another senseless tragedy among hundreds that seem to occur without pause. He doesn't know what to do, what to say to make this hurt lessen somehow.

Vova's quiet inhale is half a sob, some strangled cry from within dragged to the surface and Maks cannot bear it.

“I don't- I don't know how-” 

“I–” the words for a reply are stuck in his throat, lodged there. I know, love. But he doesn't know. 

It is not for want of trying, painfully evident in each quiet attempt Maksym makes to take some of the weight from Volodymyr with varying degrees of success. Sometimes they get little moments together - an hour here or there to read, to drink coffee, to watch the football or listen to the radio. They feel like miniscule victories to be treasured wholeheartedly. Other times, there are days, weeks in between the tiny moments. Countless nights where Maksym places an arm around him and pulls him away from his work at an ungodly hour in the night because he has worked for eighteen, nineteen hours - too exhausted to do anymore. There are weeks on end where he travels through several time zones and speaks myriad languages, until he is too drained to talk, to think, to do anything.

Maksym moves forward and gently turns Vova's chair to face him, placing a hand on his cheek, guiding those dark, tired eyes to meet his, before pulling him to his feet, guiding him to rest against his chest. He swallows hard, but his voice is firm, steady as he speaks, one hand rubbing quiet circles against the knots, the hard grooves of tension in Vova's back

“You're doing everything you can. No-one could ask anything more of you.”

“It's not enough-” Vova’s voice cracks in two again, something desperate about it, agitated.

“It is.”

It has to be - because this country, your most beloved Ukraine; she will swallow you whole if you are not careful and you would let her because you love her; because you would give her anything. You are giving her everything. 

But we cannot lose you. I cannot lose you.

“I promise you. It is.”

In the dark of the office, Maksym feels the weight of Volodymyr in his arms and knows that in the morning, these shadowed minutes of raw, broken misery will be shoved aside in favour of work, of action- always moving forward because if Volodymyr stops, he's never quite sure if he could begin again. But, for now, Maksym can stand here, hold on to him and let the moment pass through them.

[ao3-stucky]

by Stuckonstuckony (adoctoraday)

Bucky is just some high school dropout working too many jobs to pay for his shitty apartment and his sister's tuition, so when he meets Steve Rogers and Tony Stark and they take an interest in him, it makes no sense. He can't understand why they would want to spend time with him, let alone date him, but he's just greedy enough to cling onto what they're offering and hope that when it ends, it won't crush him.

Words: 4213, Chapters: 1/35, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Chris Evans Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow, Other Marvel Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, discussions of poverty and class differences, Silver Fox Steve Rogers, Silver Fox Tony Stark, Twunk Bucky Barnes, Musician Bucky Barnes, Artist Steve Rogers, Billionaire Tony Stark, Meet-Ugly, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Slurs, Blood and Violence, Past Bucky Barnes/Brock Rumlow, Queer Bucky Barnes, Falling In Love, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Double Anal Penetration, Anal Fisting, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Miscommunication, Class Differences, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Bucky Barnes Has Trust Issues, Sub Bucky Barnes, Dom Tony Stark, Dom Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Steve Rogers, Top Tony Stark, Daddy Kink, bucky barnes has tattoos, Bucky Barnes Has Piercings

[harrietwritesstuff]

I wrote this a while ago; after that one video where Vova went to visit the printing press in Kharkiv & the way he held himself that day just, stuck with me. I think I posted this on my other blog, but it doesn't harm to have it here for prosperity.

Title: Printing Press

For the first time in a long while, Maks isn’t sure what to say; the words he wants to automatically rely on feel trite and useless - 

You’re not okay, are you? I’m sorry. It’s awful. Tomorrow will be better. Let me hold you. I know. I know. You're doing the best you can-

Sometimes, more often now than at the beginning- there is anger, rage; a vicious snarling fury that comes out at night. It’s something he knows how to handle, he knows what to do when there are no other thoughts than revenge like a razorblade; he’ll roll with the punches in the gym at whatever hour, with the barely controlled force that comes and then just as suddenly - goes. He picks Vova up off the mat and holds him quietly as he trembles. This time, he doesn't see the rage come, or go- just the aftermath in all its brittle fragility.

The office is dark now, too dark. The day is at an end and Volodymyr is a silent, faceless figure, bowed beneath the burden he carries, the Ukrainian flag at his back.

“Volodymyr- I think it's-”

“What?”

Volodymyr's rough-edged voice cuts through Maksym like a knife, leaving him flayed open suddenly- a quiet, lone syllable drenched in barely concealed bitterness; what do you want from me now? I have so little left to give.

“Talk to me.”

He doesn't say anything; still staring at his desk. The papers have been filed away, his phone sits silent; there is nothing for him to work at; but he sits, motionless. Maksym bites down on the inside of his cheeks until he can taste blood, his own body aching to reach out, to gather Volodymyr to him and take him away from all this hurt. But he can't. Not yet. Not now. He thinks about the possibility of - one day; of pulling Vova away from this, the moment when he will hand his precious, beloved country to another. He thinks about a quiet, warm cabin in the Carpathian Mountains, or a small, private place by the sea, below the endless blue sky, somewhere he can see his country whole and entire and blossoming. Somewhere he can heal, where he can rest - finally.

But that will come later; Maksym tells himself. It has to. What they have is here and now. He takes a breath in.

“Please. I know today was-”

“Books. Maksym. Children's books-” his voice cracks over the words, one hand clutching hard at the edge of his desk as though if he were to let go, he would shatter irreparably. The pain in his voice runs deeper than water, than blood. His raw, unfettered grief is for more than material as it always is; for the lives lost, the loves fragmented, the families shattered. For the children's books and all they represent - their future as a nation, their hopes for a peaceful and prosperous democracy no longer under the shadow of war. Ukraine's children and all their unchecked, still unrealised promise, waiting to bloom in the sunlight.

“I know.”

The look on Volodymyr's face feels like someone has reached into his chest, pulled out his heart from behind his ribs and crushed it beneath a steel-toed boot. He wishes more than anything he could have been there to try and help somehow; the image of Volodymyr amongst the ruined printing press and damaged books, his face like an open wound will stay with Maksym for a long time. He thinks of the way Vova had folded his arms, gripping onto himself as he listened silently to the manager- another senseless tragedy among hundreds that seem to occur without pause. He doesn't know what to do, what to say to make this hurt lessen somehow.

Vova's quiet inhale is half a sob, some strangled cry from within dragged to the surface and Maks cannot bear it.

“I don't- I don't know how-” 

“I–” the words for a reply are stuck in his throat, lodged there. I know, love. But he doesn't know. 

It is not for want of trying, painfully evident in each quiet attempt Maksym makes to take some of the weight from Volodymyr with varying degrees of success. Sometimes they get little moments together - an hour here or there to read, to drink coffee, to watch the football or listen to the radio. They feel like miniscule victories to be treasured wholeheartedly. Other times, there are days, weeks in between the tiny moments. Countless nights where Maksym places an arm around him and pulls him away from his work at an ungodly hour in the night because he has worked for eighteen, nineteen hours - too exhausted to do anymore. There are weeks on end where he travels through several time zones and speaks myriad languages, until he is too drained to talk, to think, to do anything.

Maksym moves forward and gently turns Vova's chair to face him, placing a hand on his cheek, guiding those dark, tired eyes to meet his, before pulling him to his feet, guiding him to rest against his chest. He swallows hard, but his voice is firm, steady as he speaks, one hand rubbing quiet circles against the knots, the hard grooves of tension in Vova's back

“You're doing everything you can. No-one could ask anything more of you.”

“It's not enough-” Vova’s voice cracks in two again, something desperate about it, agitated.

“It is.”

It has to be - because this country, your most beloved Ukraine; she will swallow you whole if you are not careful and you would let her because you love her; because you would give her anything. You are giving her everything. 

But we cannot lose you. I cannot lose you.

“I promise you. It is.”

In the dark of the office, Maksym feels the weight of Volodymyr in his arms and knows that in the morning, these shadowed minutes of raw, broken misery will be shoved aside in favour of work, of action- always moving forward. But, for now, he can stand here and hold on and let the moment pass through them.

[proofwhisky]

TOMMY HAD NEVER EXPECTED TO meet someone so completely and totally in tune with his weaknesses as Fiachra Kelly. It's like the man knows exactly how to get under his skin; like he knows every in and out of his very soul. Already Fiachra's been able to successfully ambush Tommy, to successfully lure him out in the open another handful of times without even having to lift one of his own fingers. It's like he can see right through Tommy.

It sets Thomas on edge, makes him reckless & impulsive, which, in turn, makes him an even easier mark. The worst part is that Tommy hadn't even noticed it was happening; hadn't noticed Fiachra's presence in his life until far too late. Fiachra had been at least one step ahead of him before Tommy was even aware that there was a race. Hadn't been entirely convinced of the threat the other man posed until he'd found himself lyiing on the cold wet asphalt, warmth from his blood seeping out of the wounds in his head to flow into the gutters with dirty rainwater.

Thomas Shelby can confidently say that he's met his match.

Having to come to terms with his own shortcomings has been a long and brutal lesson in humility. No matter how many times he's tried to get info on the man, or how many men he's sent out in search of any modicum of leverage, he's come up empty-handed. Losing like this over and over again has forced Thomas to admit to his weaknesses. Without information, without knowledge, he is just a man with a gun & razorblades sewn into the lining of his clothes. He is not a threat. He is not an adversary.

Stanley had eventually been the one to talk him off of the edge. For some reason, Stanley had been the only one capable of reaching Tommy on the level required to spur him back into action, to rush headfirst straight back into another losing fight.

The heart monitor beeped steadily, the only signs of life for a long moment while Stanley laid still against the starched hospital pillows, glazed eyes looking out the window by the bed. Tommy stood there with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Aisling to return.

"Can you kill him?" He'd said.

"What?"

"Can you kill Fiachra Kelly? Before he kills one of yours?"

"..."

"It was your brother in the hospital before, wasn't it?"

"It was me."

Another long silence passed between them, the heart monitor keeping time between seconds. Stanley had made eye contact with Tommy. They'd held each others' gaze.

"I'll give you every last penny that I have if it means I know he'll be gone for good."

"I have no use for your pennies, Stanley."

"Please, Tom-"

"It will be done."

They locked gazes again, something unspeakable communicated between their eyes as Aisling showed herself back into the room & Tommy looked away, stepping back to let the two of them talk again. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He was going to kill Fiachra Kelly, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

He'd been so confident then. He isn't anymore.

Now, Aisling's been MIA for days, not answering his calls or his texts. He'd looked everywhere he could think of, & he's on his way to check out one last spot: Stanley's room at the hospital. He prays that she isn't there, not somewhere so obvious, somewhere so out in the open, practically begging Fiachra to swoop in and kill her ( nevermind him being so keen to go there himself ).

He stops short when he sees a well-dressed man sitting upright on the made-up bed, facing away, gazing out the window.

"Ah, look what the cat dragged in," the man says. "Just another peaky bitch."

Tommy stands, rooted in place for a long time, attempting to wrestle his heart rate into submission and keep the rush of fury and terror off of his face. He clenches his jaw, hand moving slowly to curl around the handle of his pistol where it sits in the holster at his ribs.

"... Fiachra," he says.

"Mr. Shelby," Fiachra says, turning to face him with a polite smile. "I think it's time you & I had a chat."

Tommy stays still, hand wrapped around the butt of his gun, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. Fiachra makes no move to attack, gives no indication of hostility. Minutes pass in silence. Finally, Tommy lowers his hands, glancing behind him to find the empty chair he'd occupied during his visit with Stanley, & he sits down.

Another few second pass in silence, the sound of the heart monitor eerily absent. Nothing fills the room but the sound of Tommy's heart, thundering in his ears.

"So," he says, meeting Fiachra's eyes. "Let's chat."

starter for @bailesona !!

[unhingedselfships]

More Yakuza!Kadokura KimiKura Songs

Coffin - PVLATINUM

“'Cause I'm about to spend a Month's pay on cocaine Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend Spit in his face Take a motherfucking 9M to my brain Put my body in designer in my coffin”

Watch Me - Bludnymph

“Fives, tens, hundreds, ones Girls want cash, girls wanna have funds Getting drunk off your attention Stacks so long it make a girl run That's that shit that I love Throw it so fast you got a paper cut Bought out the club, now, it's just us Sip straight from the bottle like”

Mr. Dictator - Saint Motel

“Everybody tends to disagree On just how evil A single human being should ever be And all your bones they scream for more”

Pain Killer - Sickick

“Fuck your intervention I just want to feel your high I don't think I'm quitting Tell me you won't leave my side Nothing really matters You're all I need Nothing really matters But you and me”

Devil in Paradise - Cruel Youth

“I wanna be where the sun don't shine Where the birds don't sing and the kids don't smile They say, I saw the Devil in paradise I wanna be where the night is day Where the roses die and the thorns ain't fake And they say, I saw the Devil with a smiling face"

Hayloft - Mother Mother (Crypto, Jake Daniels cover)

“Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, into the hayloft My daddy's got a gun”

Breathing Fire - BAD CHILD 

“Where the time go, I don't know People come and people go,  Stick around I'll keep you close Go ahead call it unconditional 'Cause we're fire breathers You're a violent creature 'Cause we're fire breathers Yeah, you know I need you”

Bodies - Bryce Fox

“I'm just bored trying to drown the anxiety Wanna see if you got somethin' ugly up in the psyche All I'm sayin' is we got two types of blood Tryna mix it up, is you afraid or what? I mean, away we go, are you gon' pass the love? I'm just diggin', are we on the same page or not? I mean, I'm like my past, I'm wasted”

Definition Forbidden - DNMO, Bijou Dream

“I don't even know your name yet Still, I am fixated Love the way you tell me what I want to hear Love the way you don't love me But still, hold me close without judging”

Sweet - Unlike Pluto, Mister Blonde

“I'm only sweet when I'm high In class, I learned to lie To pretty boys, to pass the time 'Cause I got that good shit, American pride Kiss the kids goodnight and take the Harley for a ride”

Montero - Lil Nas X (Rain Paris cover)

“Cocaine and drinking with your friends You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend I'm not fazed, only here to sin”

Fake - The Tech Thieves

“Please don't fake it, show me what you're all about I got wasted, learning how to let it out I can't take it, kiss me with the lips of doubt Please don't fake it, fake it, fake”

Demon Mode - Stileto, AViVA

“Went to Hell and met some friends You know, it's not that bad Cocktails and cigarettes For sins I don't regret”

Vicious - Bohnes

“She's a little bit twisted, little bit wild Little bit fucked up, that's my style Little bit ruthless, little bit raw Razorblade tucked inside of her bra Lovin' that pain, she roughin' me up Guess I do too cause I'm stupid in love”

Roses - SAINt JHN (Banks Arcade cover)

“Turn up baby, turn up, when I turn it on You know how I get too lit when I turn it on Can't handle my behavior when I turn it on Too fast, never ask, if the life don't last, done been through it all”

Maraschino Love - EZI

“Your lips, a sugar rush Like candy on my tongue Once I got a taste, I couldn't stop Wanted every drop, give me all you got I'll sip you out the bottle, you're so sweet like cherry pop Was like, Oh my God, my new favorite drug You go down like liquid velvet, maraschino love”

Heart Shaped Glasses (When the Heart Guides the Hand) - Marilyn Manson

“And I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles If I could stick to you and you stick me, too Just don't break, don't break my heart And I won't break your heart shaped glasses”

Borderline - Tove Lo

“Good people do bad things too Pretend they don't know, but they do It takes one to know your mind You and me we are one of a kind, it's true I like to feel my bones when they crash into my heart I like the taste of blood when you're tearing me apart I like to push you to the edge as long as you say you're mine”

Mary on a Cross - Ghost

“But through all the sorrow We were riding high And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go We were scanning the cities Walking to greater dues But besides all the glamour All we got was bruised”

Desperado - Rihanna

“Desperado Sitting in a old Monte Carlo A man whose heart is hollow, uh Take it easy I'm not tryna go against you Actually, I'm going withcha Gotta get up out of here and You ain't leaving me behind”

[govindhtech]

IBM Cognos Analytics helped Macmillan Publishers achieve

One of the “Big Five” English-language publishers and a worldwide publishing house is Macmillan Publishers. There’s a strong possibility that if you read books, one of them was published by Macmillan. The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah, Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? by Bill Martin, and some more contemporary hits like The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Identity by Nora Roberts, and Razorblade Tears by S. A. Cosby were among the numerous classics they published. The requirement for advanced business intelligence (BI) and data analytics at Macmillan is thus not surprising.

The publishing sector is using data analytics

Macmillan Publishers has a long history of investing in technology that can gather in-depth analytical information on sales, inventory, and transportation of its titles in the market due to their extensive worldwide business. The publisher has been managing its internal and external operational reporting requirements using IBM Cognos Analytics for more than ten years.

This includes their departments for finance, sales, supply chain, inventory control, and manufacturing. Additionally, the team just discovered there was a chance to go beyond centralized operational reporting in order to support additional company development. Users are clamoring for faster access to reliable and accurate data and a method to do it without heavily relying on the Central Analytics Technology team’s hectic schedule.

The publishing sector makes extensive use of analytics and a wide range of metrics, from more specialized metrics like pricing and inventory status to more widely used metrics like shipments, orders, revenue, point-of-sale, and expenses. All organizational departments make use of this data, which is crucial to their business operations. Such information helps in making crucial price choices, a variety of other crucial commercial decisions, including judgments on how many books to print initially and in what format.

Data openness and visibility degraded as corporate processes became more complicated. Additionally, data wasn’t always housed in a manner that made it easy to generate the reports needed to make sensible business choices. This resulted in our users’ needing additional analytics. Additionally, as time went on, the consumers’ need for more and more analytics rose naturally, greatly outpacing our IT team’s capacity to handle it on their own.    

[thebuckybrigade]

Trying to focus on homework for class but instead my brain is distracted by horny stuckony thoughts from my draft story “Razorblade Without a Handle” so here, suffer with me:

Steve putting a cock ring on himself and fucking Bucky super slow because he’s all wound up and had a shit day and he knows if he takes things slow and makes them intense it’ll break Bucky down and finally let him get through it

Bucky taking Steve’s hand and putting it on his throat 😵‍💫🥴

Steve pressing him down hard into the bed with his whole body so it’s a slow, grinding kinda fuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[thebuckybrigade]



[writingfanficsfan]

The idea of that makes Bucky shudder and tighten his grip on Tony’s waist, head foggy with the thought of—of that and heart pounding so hard it sounds like the crashing of waves in his head. Tony touches him gently, kisses him firmly and Bucky drowns in it, breathless and lungs scraped raw—and yet he can’t get enough. When Bucky feels like he’s going to pass out, Tony presses him away gently and lets his lips trail over Bucky’s jaw, across his cheek, up to his temple, and it’s so like before that Bucky’s throat goes tight with a storm of emotions.  

Chapter 7. Razorblade without a handle.

Writing by Stella from @therollingstonys

[therollingstonys]

@writingfanficsfan idk why tumblr hates your asks sometimes lol but anyway, answering it here since it was impossible to do so in the actual ask!

I cannot begin to tell you what your comments and asks have meant to me as I’ve been posting—this is everything I’d hoped for, that people would love it as much as I do, would feel connected to the story and want to share that connection with me!

So thank you, for commenting and sending asks and making my day every time 🥰🥰🥰

And yea, Bucky is in for some intense, emotional and horny times dating Steve and Tony!! It’s going to be one heck of a ride (pun definitely intended 🤣🤣🤣🤣)

[fateshurly]

5 reasons c!fiances are the worst relationship//lemme explain rant

1) sapnap and quackity do not pallet match in personality. they just. dont mix. at all. they are on opposite poles of rational and not in an opposites attract kind of way. (why i feel this way)

2) sweet is not what quackity needs. ever. the fiances are a sugar sweet relationship and quackity is a razorblade guy. he certainly doesn’t need a painful or harmful relationship like he had with jschlatt, but he isn’t a lovey-dovey sugar honey lover. hes sharp and quick and needs someone to match his skills and challange him to push beyond where he is. karlnapity is a sort of standstill relationship.

3) moving from q for a minute, karl really shouldn’t be forced to handle having to remember more that one person with his rapidly declining memory. if he can lean on multiple ppl to help him, thats great, but kinda like how ranboo has tubbo to help him with his memory, karl should just have sapnap for help. idk if this makes sense to anyone but me, but i can’t handle having to remember all of my tasks all the time, but if i can lean on my partner and my partner alone, i dont have to run all over the place and hold so many crutches that i end up losing it all anyways (better explanation, addresses more things) 

4) the three are a cute relationship OUTSIDE of the lore, or even inau’s, but by lore and lore-divergent head canons it just doesn’t fit. they all have their own problems and while i am all for karlnap, quackity needs to be a separate entity and learn on his own.

5) i know i am going to be accused of hating just because i like tntduo, but that isn’t the case. even if it leaves quackity single, it is much better than the unchallenging, standstill relationship it is for him. it also is probably taking a huge mental tole on him. as a personal victim of verbal and mental abuse, i know that even if the person has the best intentions, if they dont try and help me force my way through my depression and instead just tr and comfort me at a standstill, it only pushes me further into my depression. to be honest, being single might be the best thing quackity can do for himself right now. taking time to figure out how he needs to act without having to cater or feeling forced to listen to the advice of his partners, he can listen to his own thoughts and sort out the toxic ones instead of covering them up.

this got just a little deep but the point still stands. this is not meant to offend anyone, but to instead give you an opinion that you can think on and decide for yourself

(some other good points by someone else (:)

[crownofstardustandbone]

Are you working on any fics right now or do you have any ideas you're thinking about starting?

Hey anon, thank you for the ask!! I am currently working on some fics!

Razorblade Without a Handle (stuckony) E-Rated, unpublished

This is a no powers AU taking place in present day New York City. Steve and Tony are in a pre-existing relationship and have been together for 20+ years. Steve is 45 and Tony is 55, so they are some sexy silver foxes when they run into (literally) Bucky. In a "meet ugly" Steve and Tony hit Bucky with their car, and soon after their lives and their hearts become entangled. Bucky is a 22 year old high school dropout working multiple jobs to pay rent on his shitty little apartment and put his sister Bex through college, and he has no idea why a billionaire CEO and his world renown artist/activist husband are interested in him, but he's selfish enough to hang onto what they have for as long as he can.

Lots of trigger warnings for this, but I'm really excited to post it when it's ready!

I'm Bitter Like Whiskey (You're Sweet Like Wine) (Jaime x Sansa) rating undetermined, unpublished

Post Season 8, Jaime lives and stays at Winterfell to serve the Queen in the North, Sansa Stark. Jaime wanders the halls and walls of Winterfell each night, the screams of the King's Landing populace ringing in his ears, the scent of burning flesh invading his sense. He cannot sleep and so he wanders--until one night he finds the Queen in the library, also seemingly unable to sleep. When she shares her desire to protect herself, to prevent anyone from harming her ever again, Jaime offers to train her in hand to hand and bladed combat. Sparks fly, and two broken people find a way to heal together.

Midnight in New York (Natasha x Rhodey) e-rated, unpublished

In this follow up to the Letters from the Void Redux, we explore the relationship between Nat and Rhodey over the same five years that LFTVR tracks for Steve and Tony. After Tony's return and the split between the Avengers deepens, Nat takes on the responsibility for protecting the citizens of NYC from the increasing chaos caused by Thanos's snap. She works at it alone until Rhodey returns and refuses to leave, their shared sorrow and grief bringing them together in a bond that will persist through space, time and death.

Those are the big three I'm currently working on, and as usual I have lots of thoughts about other ships and fics in my drafts, but with working full time, grad school and an internship, I have to focus on the stories that inspire me the most and make what progress I can!

[thesmokingguns]

Wendy and The Lost Boys

CHAPTER FOUR

WARNINGS: Mentions of smoking and drinking, there is sexual content so please be 18+

Tommy was twirling his drumsticks backstage getting ready to go on stage for the Halloween show. They were playing with Ratt at the Solari Ballroom and were supposed to go on in five minutes. The band had all dressed up as vampires for the set. Tommy peaked out and saw the place was packed. He felt a hand on his shoulder turning to see Nikki smirking at him. They headed on stage cheers rising up. The amount of chicks that were filling the club in their little costumes. It was going to be a hell of an after party.

Nikki saw the bunny ears and smirked knowing exactly what that girl would be wearing. He watched the ears bob to the front of the crowd bouncing along to the music and missed a fucking note when he saw Sasha, tits pushed up and almost spilling out of the Playboy bunny suit she was wearing. She looked exactly like one of his dirty dreams but she was there in person. Her blue eyes landed on him and the way she smiled made him almost fall off the stage. How the fuck did she look so good? Was it because he wasn’t seeing her everyday anymore? He watched her singing along to the music, her blonde hair shaking to the beat. If she kept moving like that she was going to pour right out of her top. As much as Nikki wanted to see that he didn’t want anyone else to see it. He said a silent thank you when she seemed to notice and tugged that tighter than life outfit up the half inch it could go. She still was pouring out of that top land he couldn’t focus on the set at all watching her dance in front of him like that

When they finished up playing Nikki wanted to yank her out of the audience but she was headed to the bar, her bunny tail shaking along with her, before he could grab her. It was like everything he was thinking she was already one step ahead of. He quickly headed into the crowd, trying to avoid the crowds of girls that all seemed to want to talk to him. Sasha turned a glass of Jack Daniels in her hand that she handed to him. Nikki was surprised but thankful as he slammed the liquid back in two burning gulps.

“Do I look like a magazine cover?” She asked him with a teasing smile on her face as he set the empty glass along the bar, nodding to the bartender that he wanted a refill. His hand was on her hip pulling her closer to him so she could talk to her without anyone hearing their conversation. Her long eyelashes swooping to look down at his hand and back up into his green eyes nearly knocked Nikki on his ass. What was it about her tonight that was making him so crazy?

“Why do you have to be the biggest tease? Don’t you know hard it is already without you putting in any effort?” He asked her, he felt her hand on his cheek and knew she was going to take the cigarette behind his ear. She smirked as she plucked it from him, Sixx opened the lighter for her, moving back and breaking the contact he had on her. “I like your costume but you know I’m a Hustler guy. I’m all about full nudity.” He threw back the comment from a couple months ago, watching the way that she smirked up at him. Sasha leaned in her lips kissing his earlobe with each word she spoke.

“I’m a Hustler girl in bed. You can ask my boyfriend about it later.” Her voice was like velvet and razorblades as she delivered the burn to him. At the mention of her having a boyfriend Nikki frowned. She flicked her ashes turning back to look through the crowd.

“What are you talking about?” He was getting angry with her comment. She didn’t respond to him, only finished her drink, taking a drag of the cigarette she had stolen from him. Nikki was getting riled up way earlier in the night than she had expected him to. “Do you hear me or am I talking to-“ he stopped talking when this blonde guy walked over wrapping Sasha up in his arms and giving her a kiss. And not her usual peck on the cheek she’d greet some of the guys with but she leaned into his arms kissing him deeper than Nikki wanted her to kiss anyone.

“Sugar Pie, I couldn’t find you during the show.” His hand stayed on her hip where the bassist had been holding a moment before. He wanted to know who this stranger was and why he thought he could walk up to Sasha like this. “Let me buy you a drink, sugar pie.” The guy didn’t even seem to notice Nikki standing there as he ordered her a drink handing it to the blonde girl with a smile on his face that the bassist was thinking about punching, “Are you going to say hello to your brother before we leave for the party?” Nikki was watching her face that she has masked in this perky smile despite her blue eyes being bored with this person.

“Yeah, Cherry Pie, why don’t you come backstage and say hello to Tommy.” Nikki butted in coming up with his own spin on the nickname the man had been using for her. She gave Nikki a pointed look making his smirk just widen knowing that the nickname had done it’s damage. The guy, who she had obviously come with, turned looking at the bassist like he was just realizing that he was standing there.

“OH! You just played.” He said nodding his head like he was understanding who he was standing with now, “Not my favorite music but you guys are a good club band. I could see you doing some of the Top 40’s with your chick singer. She was great.” The guy tucked a hand in his khakis before wrapping his arm around Sasha who had the biggest shit eating grin on her face as Nikki fumed at what the prick had just said to him. Be should punch that fucking asshole right in his mouth. They were already walking away, her little bunny tail shaking with each step she took. She turned to look at him over her shoulder and mouthed ‘club band’ before making herself laugh so hard she leaned against the blonde man.

Sasha was sitting backstage, perched on the side of the couch, her legs draped effortlessly between the college preps legs. His name was Len, short for Leonard which was the stupidest name Nikki should think of. Nikki couldn’t stop looking at the dumb bunny tail that would shake when she laughed. It had been two months of college for Sasha and he could see the way that she was changing. Nikki wasn’t sure that he liked seeing all the changes.

“Sugar Pie, we should get going now. The party has already started and I still need to pick up the keg for the house.” She looked down at the man on the couch who was staring up at her like a lost puppy dog.

“Why don’t you head over there, Len? It’s Friday night and I haven’t had any time to spend with my brother. I’ll take a taxi over later.” She didn’t really give him any room to argue as she moved her legs for him to stand up. The boy was flustered but tilted her head back letting him kiss her. The way her cherry lips attached to his, turning his mouth the same color as her lipstick had the boy flustered when he pulled away. Nikki watched her swipe her lip over her top lip and the guy swallowed. That fucking guy couldn’t handle her. He left shaken and the smile on her face was bright. With him gone the first thing Nikki did was slide across the couch so he took the man's spot.

“You’re not really dating him, right?” Vince asked, squeezing the bunny tail as he passed with a look of pure delight on his face at her costume, “That’s a real playmate costume.” She rolled her eyes at the lead singer. Leave it to Vince to be able to tell just from squeezing her tail that she was in the actual Playboy suit.

“He’s in the Frat that my sorority is close to. We’ve been out a lot together.” She shrugged her shoulders, her feet slipped between Nikki’s legs, one of her ankles resting on his left knee. He sat back, his hand sliding to rest on her ankle. He did it casually so it didn’t look like he was freaking out like he was inside. Fucking Sasha and her easy going nature were throwing the bassist off so much tonight he felt like he was in a fog, “And I got a job as a waitress at the Playboy club which is why I’m in uniform. So I have a favor to ask you.” She plucked the cigarette out of Nikki’s mouth that he had just lit to keep his mind off whatever game she was playing. “I work late a few nights and I don’t want to have to go back up to school so can I crash on the couch a couple nights a week?” She looked at Tommy who was already jumping up picking her up and spinning her around. The energy the drummer had at all times was absolutely insane. He woke up going 100 miles an hour like he was now.

“HELL FUCKING YEAH! You’re going to be back on the Strip with us!” He set her down watching the way she smiled at him, she had called a few nights from school and she wasn’t sleeping. He was sure she took the job in hopes of getting a couple hours of sleep a night, “I can walk you back too. That way you’re not out late by yourself because mom would kill me.” Sasha looked past Tommy to where Nikki was sitting on the couch watching her.

“Good. Can I sleep over tonight?” Her eyes didn’t leave Nikki’s and he looked away grabbing the bottle of Jack off the table. Something was almost aggressive about her tonight and Nikki needed to make sure he stayed ahead of whatever was going on. Which was going to be very hard because she was literally dressed like his fantasy.

“Of course!” Tommy didn’t seem to see the exchange between her and the bassist. Or if he did he knew better than to comment on it.

“Won’t your boyfriend get mad about you not going to the Frat party?” Nikki asked from the couch, he was grumpy like Mick usually was, and she knew it was because of her. Sasha smirked knowing her plan of making him jealous was working.

“I said we went out a few times. So he’s not really my boyfriend. Are you guys going out or back to the apartment for an after party?” She turned to Tommy as she swatted Vince’s hands away from her bunny tail he was trying to squeeze again. “Down, boy.” She teased giving the singer a look that made Nikki stand up.

“Apartment. Let’s go.” His hand was on her upper arm already dragging her out. He tried to put his leather jacket over her shoulders to cover her but she kept shrugging it off. “It’s cold.” He commented as a car drove past catcalling and whistling. When she blew them a kiss he turned to give Tommy a look for some support but the drummer was just laughing.

“Stop walking so fast.” She complained, pulling her arm out of Nikki’s and falling back a few paces. Vince squeezed the tail again. “Stop.” She smacked his hands away watching him smirk at her as the boys all got ahead of her. They were all idiots, she decided watching the way Tommy ran with Vince through traffic to a group of girls across the street. They were probably going to spread word about a party that was BYOB so they wouldn’t have to buy anything.

Sasha’s high heels clicked against the concrete as she walked and she shivered wishing she hadn’t been trying to make Nikki jealous of people looking at her. She could use his coat now that they had been walking for a few minutes. She looked up seeing the bassist waiting for her on the corner. Sasha reached out her hand smirking when he laced their fingers together and turned into the street. Nikki had slowed his pace, realizing she was teetering in the high heels. She leaned into him, her skin cold.

“You’re really working at the Playboy club?” He asked as they headed up the stairs. The way her hips swung side to side he could see why Vince had a hard time keeping his hands off her bunny tail. Sasha nodded her head, moving to the window that was open about an inch. She was glad that they had made it back to the apartment first. She wanted to sit down without hearing a thousand people talking over each other. “Aren’t you worried about what people might think?” He asked as she stepped inside. Sasha looked up at him, confused.

“What would anyone think of me being a waitress?” She asked him. Nikki didn’t want to say it was him that was worried. All the men that went to those clubs and her in that little costume of hers, spilling out so that eyes didn’t want to leave her. She could see his eyes on her outfit and she nodded her head in understanding. “Well, I’m wearing more than what Tommy wears on stage and I’m making more money in tips than you probably made for the show tonight.” He didn’t mean to offend her but there was this annoyance in her voice.

“I have vodka!” They both turned to see Tommy coming in the window, followed by a group of people all trying to push their way through. “Take shots with me.” He was pulling her into the kitchen, both of them laughing like little kids.

Nikki watched her all night only losing sight of her when his head was down to snort a line. She had been practically glued to Tommy’s side. They called him and the drummer the terror twins but the way that Sasha and T-Bone were together was even worse. They took turns pouring vodka down each other’s throats like water, they had set fire to the carpet when she pointed out a cockroach, and she was this wingwoman for him having girls feel comfortable around him so he could pull three girls at a time in his room- which he was sneaking away to do now. But as soon as Tommy left her she was swarmed by guys and he could see she fucking loved it.

He watched the way she would pull a cigarette from her pack and how they would light it for her. This party trick never ceases to make her laugh. At one point she was looking for a place to sit and someone had lifted her up setting her on the counter. Nikki had almost dove across the room when he put his hands on her. But he knew better. He was going to keep his distance because there was no way she was going to do something bad. He was able to contain it until some fucking guy leaned in whispering in her ear. He could see the pink blush sliding over her cheeks and only could imagine what he was saying. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck letting him lift her down from the counter and letting him lead her to his fucking room. Nikki was to them before they even had a chance to turn the doorknob.

“Get the fuck out.” He warned the guy. The man turned stunned to see Nikki standing there but the bassist wasn’t in the mood, “In the room, Angel.” he told the girl watching as she pulled away from the man and opened the door to Nikki’s room.

“I know her from school-”

“I’m not going to ask you again to get out of my apartment. If I need to make you leave it’s going to be a real problem for you.” Nikki warned. He could see the kid calculating the words being spoken to him. In the end the kid left and Nikki opened the door to his room.

Sasha didn’t bother to turn to look at him. She had her back to him, her hands tracing over his bureau. She had kicked off her shoes leaving them in the middle of the floor for Nikki to trip on when he woke up in the morning. Sasha had been around Nikki enough to know when he was angry and she had been pushing all of his buttons tonight. The sound of his door locking and the soft scraping of his chair against the rug to go under the handle made her heart catch in her throat. She could feel him behind her, close enough that the warmth of his body was radiating against her. His hands were on her leg sliding up the tights, chuckling deeply as he flicked the bunny tail, her hands still moved up, over the curve of her hips to the small of her waist where he squeezed as if realizing for the first time how slim she was, before moving up again.

Nikki wanted her. All the teasing and flirting with other men. Seeing her parading around in the bunny costume, kissing boys, the hands of men reaching out to get a touch of her had been driving him crazy. Then she had the audacity to try and take another man into his room. It was too much for him to take. He tugged down the zipper, without a word, letting the tight costume come loose from her body. She didn’t say anything, just stepped out of the outfit, watching as he reached out her to lay it flat on his bureau.

Sasha licked her lips, his hands were moving to her tights and panties that he rolled off herin one careful motion, laying them on top of her costume. The fluttering feeling was in her stomach and she could feel this weight between her legs of warmth as she thought about what was going to come next. Nikki turned her around, his eyes taking in the fully naked girl in front of him. Her tits perky with pink nipples already pointed, just begging for his mouth to suckle them. He wanted to leave purple hickeys all over her, marking every inch of Sasha as off limits to anyone but him. She was watching him take her in, her blue eyes curious as to what he was going to do with her now that he had her naked.

“I didn’t like you bringing a boyfriend to a show.” he told her, watching the way she rolled her eyes at him, “It’s not funny, angel. I’m not laughing. I’m not smiling. It’s not a fucking game.” he didn’t like how she was just looking at him smiling. Sasha reached out, her fingers stroking his cheek, her simile widening as NIkki’s eyes closed and he pressed his face into her hand. He was getting right to where she had wanted him to be.

“It has to be a game with you, Nikki. You don’t want to date me because you refuse to be serious with anyone. So it’s like a game of cat and mouse.” her nails scratched at his face softly, “Gotcha.” she whispered, making his green eyes flash open. He had played right into her hands. She had done everything to make him jealous and make it to this moment in time. Now that she was naked in front of him, the emotions rising all night what was he supposed to do.

“No one is going to win this game.” he warned her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was going to end up hurt and Nikki liked her too much for that to happen. Sasha shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“Why don’t you just kiss me, Sixx? Instead of reading off your warning label. I don’t want anything other than you to kiss me right now. It doesn’t have to be anymore than that.” she was lying to him and they both knew it. They both could see how they wanted each other, all of each other in that selfish way like kids who couldn’t share toys. NIkki had proved tonight that he didn't want her around anyone else. But she was giving herself to him and he was going to take it.

His hands slid to her ass lifting her up easily, letting her wrap herself around him. If she wanted to play with fire he was going to make her burn. As soon as he pressed his lips to hers in the desperate hungry kiss he felt like he was falling. It was like the first time he did drugs. The overwhelming comfort of something to get lost in. She surprised him with the wetness of her tongue exploring his mouth before he could slide his into hers. She kissed just as desperately as he felt. The feeling of her tongue round his, his teeth biting her bottom lip, pulling it closer into the kiss. How could he only have just a kiss? He pressed her against the bed, feeling her hands pulling at his clothes. Sasha didn't want anything between them. She wanted to feel Nikki against her, all of him without a barrier.

“Just the shirt.” he begged her as she went to untie his leather pants, “Just the shirt, angel. If I’m naked I won’t be able to control myself.” his mouth was trying to find hers again but she pulled away, the way she looked at him. Those blue eyes lustful and shining like stars, her lips pouting accented only from the fact he had been roughly kissing her, he was fucking screwed. He would have done anything she wanted at that point.

“Nikki, please, I just want to see all of you. I want to touch every part of you. Please, Nikki.” The way she said his name and how polite she was. He didn’t even realize he was untying his pants until they were bunched up around his ankles. “Oh my god.” It was worth it for that reaction from her. She gave him a shy blush then and he knew he needed to control himself. Sasha made room for him to come back onto the bed, her legs moving to weave with his as they continued kissing, like sloppy teenagers. His hands went to her breasts, the hiss she released, as he tugged at her nipples. She was so sensitive, bucking against him.

“You like this, angel?” he asked his thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipples, tugging at them and getting the soft throaty moans to come from her. Nikki used this opportunity to kiss along her throat. He wanted to leave little marks for that piece of shit college boy to find later. He wanted to see her tomorrow putting cover up on the marks or tying a scarf. He felt so possessive over the girl who was very much not his. He had made it clear he didn’t date and she had made it clear she still wanted this. Sasha’s hand crept up between them gripping Nikki’s hardness in her smaller hands, moving up and down  as she kissed him. Wet mouths so hunger for each other and desperate to make the night they were having to last for as long as it could. “A little faster, like this.” he moved her hand up and down his length, watching the pink of her cheeks as he bucked against her motion, NIkki was trying to open up her thighs, he wanted to dip his fingers into her honey and lick up the sweet taste of her body. But she was managing to keep her legs together despite the ache between them wanting him. Her mouth was hungry for him and greedy as she took in his taste. It was like he was made of alcohol and sorrow; it was all she could taste on his tongue and she was in love with it.

“Oh fuck, Sixx.” Sasha whimpered feeling his mouth move down, a tongue licking over one of her hard nipples. Her hips pushed forward making her moan as she pressed into the solid thigh. She was stroking him like crazy now, a puddle in his arms as they laid in the bed beside each other. Nikki could feel her wetness against his thigh and pushed his leg against her hearing her moan loudly. Thin layers of sweat were on both their bodies now. His hand moved to her back and hip, helping her grind into his thigh, the wet pussy of hers throbbing against him as he helped her ride him.

“I’m going to cum, angel, but I want you to keep riding my thigh.” she nodded weakly moving her hips like he was directing her to do. This build up in her stomach happening like nothing she felt before. To overload her senses more Nikkie was kissing her again. He was rougher now, his teeth gnashing against hers like he couldn't get enough. Their bodies mixed up buckling together as Nikki spilled himself onto her stomach, the warmth of his cum causing a gasp from her as he smiled against her lips. She sounded so surprised but the way she pressed her hips down spoke volumes to him, “Keep going, good girl.” he cooed watching her. It happened suddenly like she wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but she came, open mouth and moaned from her lips his name.

When she opened her eyes, she was gasping for breath and feeling like she was waking up from a dream. But he was there with her, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears, kissing the side of her mouth as if he knew she had just used up all her energy with him. She blushed looking at them both covered in each other.

“I would offer to go shower but there is a full party going on outside this room so all I can offer you is a tshirt to clean up with.” she nodded her head watching him get out of bed and pull a tshirt she had probably washed out of the drawer gently tossing it to her. He watched her clean up, this silence settling over them that he wasn’t sure how to break.

“We should probably try and get back to the party.” she was standing pulling on her underwear. It was obvious NIkki didn’t really know what to say or do, “I know you can’t do anything serious, Nikki, but I don’t want people thinking I’m just the chick you’re banging for the night. That’s just not who I am and it’s not who I want to be. But I’ll probably come back to sleep tonight if that’s cool.” she told him. “Maybe when you grow up, Peter Pan, I can be your Wendy.”  she teased reaching behind him to grab a t-shirt she could wear out to the party.

He let her leave the room, slightly baffled when she pulled out a beat up pair of Keds from under his be. She also stole a cigarette laughing as she waltzed out into the room of people like she had never left it. Only now he knew her differently. And she was covered in hickeys that were peeking out from where she tried to cover them with her hair. Nikki wished he wasn’t the way he was but part of him was grateful she knew that he wasn’t going to be serious about her. Even though he liked Sasha he didn’t want to disappoint her. It would save them both a lot of heartache if they just didn’t get together, he hoped; right now all he could think about was she would leave after the weekend and he didn’t know what happened at that college campus but it left his stomach turning. Nikki redressed not wanting to think about anything at the moment because for someone who usually knew what they wanted he had no fucking idea.

[thebuckybrigade]

I just saw some of your snippets on your stuckony WIP and I gotta ask: do you have an AO3 I can follow so I can obsessively check for stories? I’m running out of stuckony content and your story looks sooooo good

Hi!! I do have an Ao3, you can find me here! I use pseudonyms, and my stuckony one is StuckonStuckony—I only have one stuckony fic at the moment. I hope to start publishing “Razorblade Without a Handle” next year once I finish grad school, but we’ll see what happens! If you want to get updates on when I post something, I’d suggest subscribing to me, that way you won’t miss anything!