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.
Helplessly, all he could do was nod, enthusiastic about the idea. Alone with a beautiful woman? Hell yes. Maybe not his preferred gender, but she made him feel safer. Less guarded. “Wh-where d’you wanna go?” he asks Sarah, color high on his cheeks. He doesn’t have anywhere to go, so hopefully she’ll say something other than his house.
fml posted to the wrong blog again 😂
[Swing AU] Hux walked into the band’s rehearsal space when he heard someone playing a saxophone- only to find it was Techie, playing beautifully like no one’s business. “Techie, how did you get in here?! Where did you get that saxophone?!”
Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.
After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”
All he could do was sob brokenly, huddled up on the ground. His lungs ached, there wasn’t enough air for him in this place, the spring in his chest felt about to burst out and make him bleed out to death, why, why, why?
Techie didn’t KNOW why sometimes, out of nowhere, the crushing weight of being alive and knowing you could die at any moment slammed into his thin shoulders and made him cry his eyes out.
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