Author: techiehux

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

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kylocanyounot:

Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

Techie was hyped up on three kinds of energy drinks laced with a few shots of vodka. He’d been awake for nearing 54 hours without rest and was, needless to say, far from reality.

As a tech he had access to the comms of quite a few higher ups, and as a Hux he had access to quite a few *more*, so it wasn’t so hard for him to call up Kylo Ren himself and leave a message.

And when Kylo Ren marched up to him and said… something (Techie wasn’t aware enough to know WHAT), all Techie did was giggle and stumble towards him.

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

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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.

He clutches onto Ren’s sleeve like his life depends on it. “Mostly I g-get called Techie, and I’m used to it so y-you can call me that…” His eyes focus and refocus on Ren’s face, trying to settle them down.

“You’ve been k-kind to me, at least.” He sways a little on his feet until he finds his balance and tentatively lets go of Ren. With a small smile, he takes a few steps and says, “R-Really! You’re one of th-the few people that have treated me w-well. Ever!”

Techie figures he’s already said it, so he may as well stand behind his words.

Techie and Adeline Hux [Closed] [Part 3]

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Techie’s legs gave out as the pressure of anxiety in his chest intensified. On his knees on the cold ground, he started to sob. How where they going to get out? How was he going to keep them both safe? It all seemed so hopeless. “S-sorry, Addie,” he sobbed. “I’m a t-terrible dad.”

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

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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.

“You h-haven’t disappointed me,” Techie says softly as he blinks and moves his eyes around, trying to get them to settle comfortably in their sockets.

“And I know it d-doesn’t count for much coming from me but… *I’m* happy to see y-you. I thought you w-were scary, and yet, th-the more we speak I feel l-like you’re… kind, too.”

Techie goes pale as he realizes that may have been the wrong thing to say. Didn’t Kylo Ren want to be powerful and intimidating, NOT “kind”? He gets down from the cot on shakey legs.

Techie and Adeline Hux [Closed] [Part 3]

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Not a moment passed before he scooped Addie up into his arms and mafe a run for it. Any minute now MaMa’s cronies would realize something was up and look for them. As Techie ran through the hallways, desperate for an exit, he suddenly remembered how they’d first met.

It was eerily similar: the two of them running for their lives from gang members, clutching each other and terror, that horrible *terror*.

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avpdfuuka:

raise ur hand if you constantly doubt how much people actually like you even when they’ve said/reassured that they Do like you on more than one occasion and if you’re just tired of yourself for being this way