Author: techiehux

Hi, Mattie… There’s something I want to ask you.

| techiehux

ask-matttheradartechnician:

Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”

“Just tell me if I can k-kiss you again,” Techie says, voice hardly above a whisper. Their eyes are locked together. This is a strange and new situation… He’s got to be careful so Matt isn’t scared off. How can he confess to him without a crazed, “Marry me!!” slipping out?

Like something out of a dream, they’re here together. They’ve kissed, albeit so gentle it felt like a feather’s touch. But Matt is wonderfully solid under his hands. This isn’t a dream at all, thank the stars.

Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

| techiehux

pcthetics:

Not every love is sweet and kind
Sometimes, love is dangerous
Poisonous, addictive, obsessive
Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars
Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go
To need, no matter how much it hurts
To know the same pain is returned
Because some don’t want just the sweet
They crave the bitter too

Hi, Mattie… There’s something I want to ask you.

| techiehux

ask-matttheradartechnician:

Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”

Techie’s eyes flutter shut and he sighs contentedly against the light brush of their lips, putting his palms on Matt’s chest. He’s so warm, and soft, and Techie wants to deepen the kiss… Matt might get nervous and pull away, though. He can’t risk that heartbreak, so he pulls away himself. This had to be some kind of mistake, right? Maybe Matt just got swept along and he hadn’t meant to kiss him so gently, so reverently. 

Poor self-esteem left him sort of unable to understand why Matt would actually lean in. He was so fucking perfect, every single thing about him! It didn’t make any sense that he’d kiss Techie, of all people, who looked liked a skittish droid and a greasy man’s love-child.

“I wanted to know, th-that’s all,” he whispers, hands still over Matt’s chest. If they didn’t ever move from this position, Techie could die happy. “The, uh. K-Kiss. W-was that…?”