Techie froze and inhaled sharply. After a few moments of awkwardly being held, the tension drained from his shoulders and he returned the hug. “A l-little warning next t-time please, Sarah!”
Author: techiehux
I want to hug and kiss you and make you feel safe. I want to be with you forever. I’m afraid to tell you who I am though, I’m afraid of rejection. I’m probably not who you want me to be
Oh shit. SHIT! Every time I get one of these I just stand there like a moron, clutching it to my chest and wondering when the next one will come. I’m so screwed… This crush is getting out of hand 😦
To my mystery admirer (if you’re reading this): I can’t promise anything, honestly. I’m a messed up, traumatized person so I don’t even understand WHY you like me. But I can’t stop thinking about you; who you are and what you might be like. If you stay a mystery then there’s no chance of *anything*.
Still, if you want to stay anonymous… I’ll try to cool off and stop hounding you. 💔
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 8:24AM]
Techie, how do you feel about cuddling?
Oh boy. The answer is a little complicated!
People never really touched me in a good way before… Mostly I was getting hit and hurt, so physical contact freaks me out a lot 😦
But since Hux found me, he’s been forcing me to see a therapist (which is pretty rare in the First Order, so he had to pull some strings). That actually helped a lot more than I thought it would! He’s been encouraging me to start small, like a handshake and stuff like that.
Between you and me… I’m getting the hang of it!! This is pretty exciting for me 😀
Hopefully one day I’ll be able to cuddle with someone I really trust.
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 7:03AM]
You helped fixed my computer” she smiled. “It had a bad virus. You fixed it really quickly. It would’ve taken me hours to try to fix it.” Sarah laughed nervously. “You know techie, you’re really cute, and I really enjoyed your company when you came by, even though it was brief.”
“Hey, I just th-thought of something! Why d-don’t I teach y-you how to get rid of v-viruses? That way we can h-hang out and you’ll learn s-stuff too,” he said, giving you a bright grin.
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.
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 and Adeline Hux [Closed] [Part 3]
“Hmm? Good morning, princess.” He’d taken to calling her all sorts of sweet (if somewhat cheesy) nicknames. Something about that made him feel special, like he really was her dad.
Techie was smiling but he still had his eyes closed, cuddled into the blanket and pillows.
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● abuse ( emotional, physical, drug etc.)
● crime ( murder, kidnapping, theft etc.)
● action ( fighting, races, weapons etc.)
● relationships as ( enemies, gangs etc.)
Techie and Adeline Hux [Closed] [Part 3]
Techie slept peacefully in his bed, soft snores coming from him every few minutes. The blanket was thrown haphazardly over him and Adeline, who was tucked against his side with her nose pressed into his bony hip. He stirs. “Mm, Addie?”
“P-please! Don’t h-hurt me, I’ll, I’ll do anyth-thing!”
Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes.
Something like reverence dawned in Techie’s eyes. His pupils swallowed up most of the bright blue irises with an audible whirr. “Th-thank y-you, sir,” he said, picking himself off the floor on skinny, trembling legs. “My s-ss-sup- uh, fuck! My *boss* assigned m-me to fix y-your sonic.“
Techie gestured over to where he’d been before Ren force-dragged him over; the door to the bathroom is flung wide open and the sonic’s long metal pipe shudders. His eyes swirl in their sockets and grow darker. Within a moment he says, “There’s a b-buildup of cr-crud in the pipe.”
Carefully, Techie gives Ren the side-eye. Feeling braver now, maybe foolishly so, he adds, “Leslie w-wanted you to k-kill me. That’s why sh-she assigned me to y-your room.”
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