A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Techie gave a relieved half-sob, half-laugh. “You… Just when I th-think you can’t get any better, you do.” He wipes at his eyes with his sleeve and hiccups. “Let Hux be his horrible s-self! I won’t let him ruin anything else f-for me, ever. Especially this. Us.” He runs a hand through Ren’s hair and kisses him soft.

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.

“Nice to m-meet you too!” Grasping her hand and standing up, he follows her to a more secluded spot and can’t help but let his eyes linger over the shape of her body. “Stop being creepy,” he chides himself. Once they sit back down, he scrambles for a topic of conversation. “D-do you want a drink?”

techiehux:

“Th-that’s when I’ll be able to sneak you out for good. Anything b-before that, and we, uh, run the risk of getting caught. You’ll have to trust me on this, okay?” He was already on edge; having Nao mistrust him too would make this unbearable. “For now, you’ll stay here. With me.”

He led Nao to a cramped little sonic in what passed for a bathroom, but was more like a repurposed closet. “Um, I can let you b-borrow some clothes too. Yours are… a little smelly.”

Techie was no stranger to smelling and looking like shit, but his (very few) friends had been getting on his case lately, so he made an effort for their sakes. His new mission of cleanliness extended to Nao, too.

He turned away and let Nao have her privacy, rummaging for some of the soft, worn t-shirts he wore around his room and his utilitarian cargo shorts. Just in case she agreed.

[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?!”

techiehux:

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?”

He grinned, breathless, and shook hands with all that went up to him. Techie looked to Phasma and smiled shyly. She hasn’t said anything yet, and he hoped she would.

redcole:

At first I was a little yuck on the name Bill, but then I thought about William and Will and am much happier. 

Matt can now call Techie “Sweet William” like the flower, or buy him sweet williams.

paper-wings-burn:

Just a few more
tweaks and it will be perfect.

It has to be
perfect.

This is the gift
where Techie will finally confess his feelings to Matt.

Ok, so, maybe the
figure has been done for multiple cycles and he’s stalling.  He knows he shouldn’t, Matt’s liked all his gifts
so far…

Mmmmm, well, he’s
pretty sure.

Techie’s never
gotten first person confirmation, but everytime he’s left a present for Matt to
find – and then dashed back to his quarters to watch the live feed – the blonde
grins bright as the sun. He’ll then push his glasses up his nose and examine the wire sculptures reverently before pocketing them.

But this one Techie will
give personally. So it has to be perfect. It’s his most intricate to date: bent
black wire, ripped fabric, and even a plastisteel cap turned helmet. All
foraged and repurposed into a tiny model of Matt’s favorite topic: Kylo Ren.

If he’s lucky he’ll
get that lovely grin in person.