Author: techiehux

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Techie spills himself all over the front of his underwear with a harsh exhale, biting his words back to keep Armitage’s name off his lips. His entire body goes slack and he buries his face in the pillow once more, wishing it was his brother’s skin he was pressed against. How badly he needed him! Cuddled up together in bed, soft and sweet from sex, whispering honeyed words into each other’s ears until dawn.

Once the endorphin rush wore off, Techie sat up on the bed on shaky legs. Had he really just rut on the bed like a hormone-addled teenager? Well… yeah. Hot shame rose from the pit of his stomach to his chest and constricted his throat. Techie checked the bed for any cum (to his eternal relief, he hadn’t gotten any on the mattress) and then stripped out of his briefs.

Damn. He needed a shower, and STAT. Where was the bathroom? Techie picked his pants off the floor and wrapped them haphazardly over his waist, like a makeshift towel. Once he unlocked the door and opened it a smidge, Techie peeked out into the living room and blinked to adjust to the darkness. Was Armitage awake?

New friends (closed)

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temptedbythelight:

techiehux:

Shyly, Techie takes his hand and scoots a little closer to his imposing figure. Then his eyes slip shut, and all that is left is for him to wait. Techie tries to dispel the warm blush over his cheeks from the point where their skin touches, but the entire world feels like it has narrowed to that single point of contact.

Kylo closed his eyes and connected with Techie. His own mind was focused and sharp, cold. He was grounded in the room, and amplified their breaths, amplified the sensations of their joined hands.

Quietly, he focused on the breaths, and tuned everything else out, pulling Techie with him.

His mind starts to soften around the edges like cotton, welcoming Kylo inside rather than expelling him. Techie willingly opens himself to Kylo, showing him pages upon pages of his story, of his life. From a distance, he felt his presence within his mind and felt comforted, secure. 

He didn’t have the tools to understand what was happening, what he was doing, but he trusted Kylo. It was odd, but Techie did. Maybe he was desperate for a friend, or for more.

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mei-mei-doin-roleplay:

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Techie trembled, helpless, inexplicably missing the warmth of her hands. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice small. “I d-don’t know how to, er, turn it off. The f-fear… Some days it’s b-b-better than others.”

It’s so easy for his thoughts to run wild, especially considering the nasty PTSD he’s accumulated from years of utter hell. Techie relaxed into the mattress, trying to trust that Nao wouldn’t hurt him. Hopefully not, after all the kindness he was showing her. Were she discovered, Techie would be killed.

She clenched her fists, tensing her whole body up and then relaxed. It left her feeling calm. She turned to look at him once he mentioned fear. Not A fear. A particular type of fear. It resonated with her deeply. “… you mean like the fear that randomly comes back all the time?” She asked, a small part of herself hoping he was talking about the same thing she was thinking of.

She tried to ignore the weight of her words against him. It was uncalled for but it wasn’t like she could say sorry. She could never say sorry. Not to him, not to anyone.

His eyes lit up with understanding. They were more alike than he’d thought. “Yeah, th-that fear… The r-really bad one. Nightmares, and the weight on your chest. It’s h-horrible!” Techie, without realizing it, cuddles a fraction of an inch closer to Nao.

“So you too,” he muses, sad. No matter how silly an idea it was, Techie had hoped he was the only person who ever felt like this; as if he could have enough of the terror to spare everyone else. “N-nobody should have to feel like we do.”

Deeper, Darker [closed]

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Techie willed the blush off the tips of his ears and took a shaky breath. Okay, so he’s not in trouble. The relief he feels is obvious from the way his drawn up shoulders lower. He nods vigorously and says, “Y-yeah, happens all the time. It’s ‘specially bad when it’s a, um, laptop v-versus a desktop, since you can’t switch out the parts.”Techie glances at the computer in question and cracks a timid smile.

“Desktop! Sh-should be a cinch to f-fix, then. I’ll need to buy some upgraded bits and pieces to r-rep-place the old ones. Probably your video c-card is fried from trying to run h-high rez programs.” Kneeling down to check that the desktop is powered on, Techie disconnects it from the power and affixes an anti-static bracelet to his thin wrist.

While he opens the tower’s case and scatters dust particles everywhere with a single hard blow, he asks the detective, “S-so, uh. What is th-this town known for? Your Chief said someth-thing like that before he left.”

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selfshipthings:

Y’all ever just. Love a character so much that you detach them from their source material, like they’re completely separated from it now bc you love them so much

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jathis:

Imagine

Techie putting all of his trust into his brother Armitage. He knows his brother always does what is right and good.

And then imagine him on the day the Starkiller is fired.