fic: Wind Them Up And Let Them Go
On the off chance that somebody might actually like this thing.
Title: Wind Them Up And Let Them Go
Words: 900 or so
Fandom: Hard Core Logo
Rating: R-ish
Warning: if you take offence at "Billy is a bit of a bastard" arguments and like your Billy soft, fluffy, and vulnerable, you'll be better off elsewhere. This is the crazy disturbed story I was talking about when I talked about writing exercises
Warning ETA: _unhurt_ suggested that I just label this as "not nice"
Beta by: llassah who wants "to become a nervous gibbering wreck"
Title from: Devil's Road by the Headstones
Billy’s hands impossibly fast ghosting over the strings like the way he disassembles a gun again and again in Bucky’s kitchen. The room is full of dead men and only he can see them. All of them died for him. And it’s cool.
Wind Them Up And Let Them Go
Title: Wind Them Up And Let Them Go
Words: 900 or so
Fandom: Hard Core Logo
Rating: R-ish
Warning: if you take offence at "Billy is a bit of a bastard" arguments and like your Billy soft, fluffy, and vulnerable, you'll be better off elsewhere. This is the crazy disturbed story I was talking about when I talked about writing exercises
Warning ETA: _unhurt_ suggested that I just label this as "not nice"
Beta by: llassah who wants "to become a nervous gibbering wreck"
Title from: Devil's Road by the Headstones
Billy’s hands impossibly fast ghosting over the strings like the way he disassembles a gun again and again in Bucky’s kitchen. The room is full of dead men and only he can see them. All of them died for him. And it’s cool.
Wind Them Up And Let Them Go