Author: techiehux

Deeper, Darker [closed]

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@therosiesweetheart

Five magic words from his boss and Techie’s spirits rise: “Huxley! A job for you.” Finally! A chance to prove himself. He fastens his toolbelt tight around his waist (but he’s so thin it slides down no matter what) and takes a deep breath.

Okay. Alright. Do great on this job and maybe you’ll be promoted from unpaid-intern to paid intern, and that’ll make all the difference. No more long nights in a seedy apartment complex with his gun (shaking, unloaded) pointed at the lock-less front door.

He takes the assignment files gratefully and scans over them. Police HQ need some repairs. Easy stuff! Perfect. He’ll be living in a safer place soon, no problem!

That being done, William “Techie” Huxley ties his hair up in a loose ponytail and makes his way to the local police station.

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ddomhnallgleeson:

techiehux:

Stress Relief [Open]

The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.

A young woman, small and short smiles at him, hoping he’d notice her and sit with her. She admires him from afar, his pretty blue eyes and his slender body making her smile

Techie’s wandering eyes land on her, and they widen. Flustered, he looks away. Damn, she’s cute. No way she’d like him! Probably just being polite… He glances down at his ratty sneakers and crosses his ankles, anxious. Patiently, he reminds himself that he’s here for a quick fuck, to blow off some steam. 

The gorgeous girl who smiled at him probably was here for a date, or with a friend. The chances that she came looking for a greasy twig to shove between her legs was…next to nothing. 

Against all logic, he hopes she comes over to talk to him anyway. With the way his legs have turned to gelatin there’s no way in hell Techie will be getting up from this barstool.

| techiehux

Stress Relief [Open]

The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.

| techiehux

rustedxeyes:

Everyone around me has such l-large voices, they scream for attention and people – people go to them. I feel like I’m stuck here on m-mute and even if I try to speak, no one will listen. Stupid boy! FUCK!

| techiehux

rustedxeyes:

Everyone around me has such l-large voices, they scream for attention and people – people go to them. I feel like I’m stuck here on m-mute and even if I try to speak, no one will listen. Stupid boy! FUCK!