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“B-Be still.”

| techiehux

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Matt stiffened when he felt techies hand run up his thigh. His eyes locked on techies before he let out a soft gasp as he felt the hand continue to run up his shirt. Still? He’d been tapping his foot because that’s what he did when he was bored or nervous. He didn’t know why that had warranted touching him in such a way.
“ sorry was that bothering you?”

There was something faraway about the look in Techie’s eyes. As though he wasn’t totally there, with his head in the clouds instead of securely in the room with them. His pupils didn’t focus quite right, either; instead floating across Matt’s face without any real purpose. He looked vaguely ill.

“Matt. I’m having a. P-Panic. It’s,” Techie wheezed, feeling short on air and chest so tight his heartbeat felt like it would break through his stretched skin. His hands moved on their own accord, trying to grasp Matt for dear life while he was so out of it he didn’t even know what the hell he was touching.

That would explain the groping, then.

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He shakes his head, thinking. “Can I… Can I try first? If all else f-fails, we can bring in the big guns later. I just. This is s-something that I feel like should be done by her family.” It seems less impersonal that way.

| techiehux

After a long moment of Nao’s body-shaking sobs and soft, murmured comforts being whispered into her ear, Techie starts to notice her breathing evening. Had she tired herself out? He tries to crane his neck to check if she’s fallen asleep but it’s no use. 

Techie does the next best thing: he hums. Soft, slow, safe. 

Asleep or not, he hopes this will calm Nao. The human mind has a horrible (if useful) tendency to remember depressing as hell things in order to make itself cry or cry harder, and without a doubt Techie understands that’s what this is.

Some nights he sobs to himself about every single problem he’s ever had, just to purge the memories for a while, like getting a vaccine. The acid, his father, the awfully cramped bed in Peach Trees, getting his eyes scooped out of his skull, months of endless wandering, the things he had to do to survive and keep his bad habits fed. Every memory an open wound.

He doesn’t stop humming the faraway wisps of a song he’d heard as a little boy until Nao goes completely still, slumped and snoozing.

Techie thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’ll be able to rest tonight too.

New friends (closed)

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temptedbythelight:

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techiehux:

“There’s something else you c-can help me with,” Techie says, voice going a little deeper, a little more seductive. He’s terrified he’ll fuck this up but he has to try. He leans in the slightest bit, head tilting to the side like they could slot their lips together at any moment and he’s just trying to be prepared. 

Kylo found himself tilting his head as well, also seemingly readying for a kiss without even thinking. They were so close, and it just seemed so… intimate, all of a sudden.

“I can?” Kylo whispered. “What is it?”

“This,” Techie whispers before closing the distance. He brushes their lips together gently, almost hesitantly, and rests his fingers on Kylo’s arm instead of looping his arms around his neck (even though he wants to.)

He was surprised, despite everything, but leaned into the kiss, returning it with breath stuck in the back of his throat.

He then moved away and looked at Techie with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “I had… not realized you were interested in… this.”

“I am. A l-lot. Is that… okay?” Techie chews on his bottom lip, anxious, and takes his hand off Ren’s arm, moving it to tangle his fingers in the hem of his shirt.

Maybe he’d only kissed back out of surprise? What if Ren rejected him?

His heart was hammering in his chest from more than the kiss.

Can I braid your hair? -Matt

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

techiehux:

Of course! Go ahead, Mattie ❤️

[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 8:54PM]

Matt smiled at the other man. He had been hoping that the red head would answer that way. He’d often thought about doing this to the others hair but until now he’d never gotten up the courage to ask him. He thought that it might come off as weird or creepy.

“ really? I can? Do you need it washed first or can I go ahead and braid it?”

He hadn’t washed his hair in two weeks…

“Yeah, I sh-should wash it first. Give me a few minutes.” Techie grabs his ridiculous-looking shower googles and fits them securely over his eyes. This way they’ll stay dry and it’ll limit the irritation. He shrugs out of his oversized shirt and heads for the fresher. Thanks to Hux, he’s got running water instead of a sonic. Sonics work well but nothing beats the feel of clean water cascading over you, droplets pooling at the tip of your nose.

In the fresher, Techie sits under the spray and suds up his hair with that flower scented bar soap he likes so much, the door slightly ajar. He must look stupid, and in front of Matt, to boot!

>Foxglove speaking< How are your wounds? Do you need anything?

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isilwenshadewind:

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techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

Techie tried very hard to focus on anything other than what she was going to do with all those medical tools. It made him uneasy to remember the cold, unyielding metal under his back as he’d screamed and screamed for help all the while… Nobody had come.

“Th-they’re good to me, Foxglove. Really!” He pauses for a moment too long after reassuring her of this fact. Damn. He’d given himself away. With a grimace and a sigh, Techie admits, “Well, I do get some trouble. B-But only a little, nothing to worry about!” Is he trying to convince Foxglove or himself? It’s unclear even to him.

She knew that he was uneasy around medical related things. She remembered from when he first arrived in her compound, wounded, shivering, and terrified.

Foxglove made sure to be gentle, and as quick as possible. His statement made her pause however.

Still holding his wounded hand, tweezers at the ready, she looked up at him.

“What is happening? Who’s causing you problems?”, she inquired, a bit of anger creeping into her voice.

Color rises high on his cheeks. “N-No, it’s- not. Um. Nothing b-big.” Techie learned early on to lie back and passively take whatever is thrown at him lest they escalate and he (or worse, others) ends up hurt.

Truthfully, some of her workers think he’s weird and make fun of him. Worse still are the ones that resent the kindness she’s shown him; taking it to mean he’s privileged or somehow superior to them. Techie shrinks back the slightest bit.

“Techie…”, Foxglove began. She softened her tone when he pulled away a little.

“If someone is causing you problems I need to know who and what they are doing. I don’t tolerate shitheads in my numbers.”

Foxglove always came across as a quiet, even tempered person. Though she was doing her best to maintain that right now, for Techie’s sake, it was clear why she was in charge.

It was similar to the plant that she took her name from; beautiful but deadly.

Another angle of this situation was that she had become rather protective of this timid man.

After a tense, pensative silence, Techie sighs and says, “A woman with a l-lot of piercings and a man with a th-thick beard. They s-see me around and they’ll… um. Spit on me. Mock m-my stutter. My eyes…”

He cringes at the memories and buries his face in his hands (one bandaged and the other bare.) “I’m a f-fucking grown man. I can’t have others fighting my b-battles! What does it say about me that a little schoolyard bullying m-makes me feel like shit?”

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alpha-hux:

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Techie grinds his hips up onto his brother, spread out on the bed like a mouth-watering dessert just for Hux. “Armie, I’m already r-ruined,” he says, coy, and adds, “But wreck me some m-more, please. I ache for you…” Nothing has ever been more true.

He shivers under the indulgent attention to his ear and realizes exactly what he needs to say to get his precious twin all hot and bothered: “I had a d-dildo back home,” Techie grins, almost feline. “Stretched myself open w-wide and imagined it was your cock in me. God, I want you more than any- hah, mmm!” 

With deft fingers, Techie’s hand slips to his cheeks and he runs the calloused pad of his finger over the rim. “Armie, please- nn, can you… eat me out?” He cranes his neck to be able to give him the most dangerous weapon in Techie’s arsenal, those pleading, promising blue eyes that’ve always made his twin trip over himself to make him happy. 

“Christ.” Hux responds, eyes wide at Techie’s words. It doesnt help that his brother is making the most pouty face imaginable. It takes all his willpower not to ravish Techie right there.

Instead, he kisses down Techies neck, down towards his cock. He doesnt touch it, instead lifting Techies legs over his shoulders to get better access to his brothers pink hole. Hux presses his face against it, groaning at the scent of techies most private parts. He licks tentatively across the rim, up to techies balls and back down to his puckered hole. Techie is as delicious as Hux expected, and he eagerly darts his tongue in as he eats Techie out, licking and nipping playfully.

His hands caresse techies thighs, held up on his shoulders as he laps at his brother’s hole. It gets easier each time, saliva loosening techie as much as Hux’s tongue. He can’t help but moan the whole time, his own cock leaking onto the bed as he eats Techie’s ass.

“Oh God,” Techie groans, voice high and trembling. His thighs quake uncontrollably with each wet, sloppy lick to his puffy pink rim, and he grabs the headboard for stability. If Armie so much as breathes on his cock right now, Techie’s going to careen right into an orgasm with the force of a runaway train.

Helpless, desperate, he wiggles closer to Hux’s sinful tongue and tries to fuck himself back on it. “Armie, oh! Arm-mmmmm!” Techie sobs with pleasure and, as his hips shift, sticky precum smears all over the soft curve of his stomach.

“You’re so g-good, Armie, nngh! Hah. Need you, my l-love, ah-”

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

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

techiehux:

ask-matttheradartechnician:

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

Magic. This is magic. It must be.

Techie’s heart is beating so loud in his ears that he hardly hears himself stammer, “R-Really? So, wh-what does this m-mean? What… do we do?” Unspoken was this: Are we in a relationship now?

If they were, he was going to keep kissing Matt for the rest of his life. Every morning, every night, any time.

Matt looked down slightly at the redhead who stood in front of him. He wasn’t sure what this meant. It meant that they both had feelings for each other but did it mean that techie wanted what he wanted. This wasn’t going o be an easy road forward for either of them he could tell. Reaching forward he grasped techies had lightly. His own hand felt cold to him maybe a little sweaty but he still held on to techies had. If the techie didn’t like it he could pull away himself.

“ I-If you wouldn’t…wouldn’t be against it I’d like this to mean that we’re…you know…together…I-I’d really like that but…but that completely up to you I’d understand if you didn’t want to…be together.”

Matt stammered our the words as his eyes fell to what little space was between them.

“Yes! I- I do! Want to be y-your… boyfriend,” Techie squeaks, cheeks inflamed. He gives Matt’s big hand a squeeze and brings it up to his lips, ghosting them over his knuckles in a princely kiss. They must look weird standing out in a hallway like this; blushing and tongue-tied, eyes wide. Techie finds he doesn’t care as long as Matt keeps making his heart do that addictive little flutter.

💊

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techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

Techie didn’t have time to react: he’d already been high when Phasma stuck another, unknown substance into his arm. Immediately, the world went black as Techie toppled over with a groan. 

Phasma’s plan was a mystery to him, and would remain as such until he awoke and she could explain.