Author: techiehux

I’m so in love with you techie. I adore everything about you. I love your eyes, your hair, your body, everything about you is beautiful. What you see as imperfections I see as absolutely perfect. After all you’ve been through you’re still a sweet, kind, and amazing person. You’re so strong and brave. I love you so much.

| techiehux

Another love note and I’m still so smitten I can’t handle it ❤ Any person I walk past in the corridors could be the person who sends these to me. I’m losing my mind!! I feel so warm all the time; feeling so, so lovesick.

All these sweet words for me and I can’t imagine what it would be like to be loved. To be touched 😳

[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 2:02PM]

Techie and Adeline Hux [Closed] [Part 3]

| techiehux

Techie flinched automatically and covered his eyes until the smoke cleared. He screamed when he saw Adeline on the ground looking small and frail, throwing himself down to his knees beside her and taking her into his arms.

“A-Addie,” he sobbed, pressing his nose into the crown of her head.

Mitaka sighs defeatedly as his broken data pad breathes it’s last breath in the middle of his report to the general. Which is due in the morning. He grabs his communicator and puts in a request for a technician to come look at it.

| techiehux

techiehux:

Techie hadn’t been having a good day. Not at all. Matt was nowhere to be found, Hux was busy doing who knows what, and his supervisor, Leslie, absolutely hated his guts. Which was why he jumped at the chance to get away from the monotony (and Leslie’s whining), accepting a recently requested job he hadn’t even looked at.

The last thing he expected was to find himself outside Lieutenant Mitaka’s quarters and realize he left his toolbox…somewhere? But it was too late to go find it, he’d knocked on the door and now it was opening!

Techie’s rigid posture relaxed the tiniest bit, and he looked at Mitaka, wary. “Prove it h-how?” His heart felt like it was beating in his throat.

What is Techies worst memory?

| techiehux

You’d think that it would be the day I lost my eyes but… Not really. It’s the most traumatic memory, for sure, but overall worst would be the day I lost hope.

It was a few days after I’d had the “surgery”, and I was crumpled on my cot, numb. Blood thrummed in my ears so it was all I could hear, along with my ragged breaths. My eyes kept floating from one side of the ceiling to the other, unable to focus.

While I lay there, more dead than alive, I remember thinking with sudden, startling clarity: Nobody will come for me. I’ll die here. I’ll die with nothing to my name other than the memory of MaMa’s rough fingers like fire on my skin.

Something inside me died that day. I still haven’t gotten it back.

[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 12:57AM]