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Androids react to your crush on them 🎀
A/N: Been watching the new show and wanted to write something cute for the androids! God I love Bishop… Also I would have added Call but I was stuck on how to write for her 😭
WARNINGS ⚠️: SFW / SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ALL ALIEN MOVIES(?) / AWKWARD CRUSH TALK
BISHOP
(THIS GIF?? HELLO???)
-At first he is very confused. His model was not made for this kind of interaction with humans. He is meant to guide space crews and assist with any protocols or help communicating with Mother.
-The space marines are the ones he hears the rumor from first, teasing how you always chat with him and asking for his help. He never thought of it that way. He assumed your rapid heartbeat was due to the amount of work you were assigned, or simply you were nervous around artificial intelligence.
Alien Synthetics Hearing You Call Them Your Work Husband
Pairings (in order and separate): Ash x gn!reader, Lance Bishop x gn!reader, David-8 x gn!reader, Kirsh x gn!reader, Contains/warnings: establish relationship or pre establish- i left it vagule oops, fluff, crack taken seriously - i think thats the right tag, nickname mention to cover most genders (wife/husband/spouse), Kirsh is a diva Taglist: @bonsoir-oiseau idk how you feel about 'work husbands', so sorry if you hate the term. But in other words: CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS! 🎉🎉🎉 Divider by @sweetestpeacreates A/n: this is super short and i apologies for the mistakes, as I wrote most of it at 3amamd on my phone as i'm recovering from my second degree burns. Please be nice to me ;-;
Hey, your ask box is probably exploding with Alien requests, but... may I humbly make another? 👉👈🥺
I'd love to know how the Androids would react after being badly damaged and waking up a couple of days later, finding themselves basically held together with duct tape and determination, and a very tired but very relieved read, Who may or may not hasn't slept for several days because they needed to get their (Husband) Android back.
I absolutely love your writing, and it has kept my Alien and especially Bishop fixation running for a while now. 😆
Androids + Major Injuries
I finally get to use all of the gifs of them when they're BROKEN i feel so evil and devious. These ended up taking on a more pre-relationship route, but they still have soft vibes and hurt/comfort.
Included: Ash, Bishop, Call, David 8, Kirsh, Samuels
Divider by @/olenvasynyt
@quizzically-hyperfixated , Headcannons for what it’s like to kiss Kirsh, David, Walter and Bishop?
Tag: @quizzically-hyperfixated
Kissing the Synths (Kirsh, David, Walter, Bishop) Would Include:
KIRSH:
Having worked for Prodigy for many years, you had known Kirsh well. Worked closely with him. At first, it had taken you a while to adjust to being around him. But, eventually you got used to it.
What you never expected, was developing feelings for him. A synthetic.
They didn’t just show up instantly. But, had developed over time. As you had begun to feel more comfortable with him.
But afraid of what could happen, you always kept those feelings at bay.
Then, one day you found yourself doing something absurd.
While in the lab with Kirsh, you kissed him.
It all happened so quickly. You and him, were examining a specimen. We’re slowly itching your faces closer to each other.
And you just snapped.
As soon as it happens, you quickly pulled away. Hands on your mouth.
Kirsh tilts his head. “You kissed me?“
You feel embarrassed.
“Kirsh, I am so so sorry. I…”
You expect Kirsh to have some sort of freak out. Or, whatever he’s capable of doing for a reaction.
But, he doesn’t.
Instead, he says, “Your act of affection, would implicate you carry romantic feelings towards me.”
You replied, “Kirsh. I wanted to tell you. I was just…scared.”
Kirsh has to process this information.
But, he finds himself not exactly telling you not to do it again.
In fact, he oddly likes the sensation.
He realizes, that you having to bottle up your emotions will only make things worse. So, he makes a suggestion. “If kissing me will help you with your impulses and your affections for me, then I suppose I can not argue if you wish to do it again.”
DAVID:
You and David, were both crew members aboard the Prometheus. Whom, had first met each other when you had waken from your Cryo-Sleep after two years en route to LV-223.
Unexpectedly, you both began to feel affection for each other.
And this led to a secret relationship.
Of course, despite this relationship neither of you were allowed to show this affection for each other. At least. Not in public.
Which, drove you both crazy.
All of those feelings and desires, having to be tucked away. Bottled up.
So, while the crew are all preoccupied with their duties. Distracted. You and David both slipped away to one of the lower levels of the ship.
Hide yourselves in a supply closet.
There, you both shared your first kiss.
But, it wasn’t how you had expected it. Awkwardly.
It was passionate and intense.
His hands would rest at your waist. Body pressing you against the wall.
When he finally stopped to let you breath, he pulls aways. To look at your face. “I believe that’s how it’s done, isn’t it?”
You let out a breathless reply, “Oh yeah.”
He would bring his hands up to your face. Give that smug little smile of his.
Tell you, “Perhaps we should make this a frequent occurrence?”
You would blush.
But, happily agree. “I won’t argue with that.”
WALTER:
The events that lead to you and Walter’s kiss, certainly aren’t sweet or romantic. In fact, they happened on Planet-4. After the chaos that transpired in the wheat fields, and the loss of multiple crew members.
Prior to all of the devastation, you and Walter had begun close.
You had enjoyed his company. He, finding a contentment in serving you.
However, unbeknownst to him you had developed feelings for him.
But these feelings, were always hidden.
Not because, you were scared of what the crew would think.
You kept your feelings hidden, because of him. His programming. You knew that he might not be able to compute it.
Here you were, huddling with Walter and the rest of the surviving covenant crew. In the ruins of the engineers city. Taking refuge from the outside. Those creatures.
You had aided Walter in patching up his arm. Where he’d sacrificed his arm to save Daniels.
Your fingers caressed his wrist.
You mused, “You were a brave soldier out there. Sacrificing your hand is no small feat.”
Of course he simply tells you, “I did my duty. What I was programmed for.”
At first, it was just a stupid thought in your head. He looks like he needs a little kiss.
Not something you would act on.
But, you just somehow couldn’t help yourself.
You tell him, “Well, your act of bravery deserves a reward.”
You leaned in, and pressed your lips against his. Kissing him.
Of course, he didn’t kiss back.
He wasn’t programmed to feel affection. Neither give or process it.
You pulled away.
When you did, you were met by his face. Full of confusion.
He blinks. “I don’t understand this act of affection.”
It hits you. Oh my god, I kissed him.
You try your best to apologize. “Walter, that was so not cool. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know.”
Walter has to really think. He knows humans only kiss each other to show affection. Affection, meaning love. Which, left the question.
Did you feel love for him?
He simply tells you, “It’s okay. There’s no need for apologizes.”
He wants to get to the bottom of this. But right now, he wants to protect you. And the rest of the crew.
BISHOP:
It was the aftermath of devastation that had taken place at Hadley’s Hope. A terraforming and research colony on LV-426. You, Newt, Ripley and Hicks were the only survivors. Thankfully, because of Bishops doing.
After you had taken a moment to catch your breath. Refocus.
You get up out of your seat. Go over to him.
You thank him. “Thank you, Bishop. You saved us. We…wouldn’t have stood a chance if you hadn’t of been here.”
Bishop smiles, and nods. “It was my pleasure.”
That smile, those baby blue eyes.
They make your heart melt.
You teased him. “Bishop, you ever kissed anyone before?”
Bishop stares. “No. I haven’t.”
“Well, you have now.”
You leaned in and kissed him.
A thank you, for saving you. To show him you were genuinely grateful.
When you pulled away, he just stands there. Staring. As if his systems have a hard time computing.
You tapped his arm. “Bishop, hello? Still there?”
Finally, he looks to you. “That was…intriguing. Why did you do that?”
You smiled. “You saved me. I was thanking you. In the form of a kiss. A hug might have been just as good. But… I was feeling it, I guess.”
Bliss
Lance Bishop x Reader Wordcount: 1k Warnings/Tags: PMS pain, afab!Reader receiving oral sex a/n: This Oneshot is dedicated to my beloved Bishop fans from the David Server. I promised to write a cunnilingus oneshot when Bishop loses the "Does-this-character-eat-pussy" poll... which he sadly did. Here's the consolation price! I hope it's good enough, I really fought with it over the past days. (And fighting my own pms, which inspired this.) @eine-seltsame-url @b0n3d0g @nymphosynth
Your premenstrual cramps had been bad before - miserable, even. But today felt as though someone had shoved a dull knife into your abdomen and was slowly scraping it across your insides.
One moment you were moving through the cafeteria, half-listening to Hudson bicker with Vasquez across the room - the next, a vicious cramp seized your gut without warning.
✦ lance bishop / reader || within a flower ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
commission for @nshtn !!
[✦ AO3 link] SFW, gn reader; all fluff and affection, confessions, gift-giving, floriography... the works.
"I hide myself within my flower / That wearing on your breast / You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest." - Emily Dickinson
1800 ship time. You should have been in the mess having what passed for a meager dinner, but you were on a mission of utmost importance. It was like muscle memory making your way through the dimly lit corridors of the Sulaco's upper deck. A folded piece of technical paper sat hidden in your jumpsuit pocket. Your fingers brushed against it nervously, feeling the delicate creases you'd spent the last three nights perfecting. Artificial gravity kept your steps steady, even as your heart puttered a funny little pattern against your sternum.
You were heading to the lab. Again.
It had become something of a routine over the past few months, finding reasons to visit Bishop's domain. Sometimes it was legitimate: a systems diagnostic that required his unique input, a question about the atmospheric processors, a request for his analysis of some anomalous data. Other times, you simply invented excuses, transparent as the observation windows that looked out over the void of space.
If Bishop noticed the frequency of your visits, he never mentioned it. He simply welcomed you with that calm, measured demeanor that made your stomach flip in ways you couldn't quite explain. Or rather, in ways you refused to explain, even to yourself.
The science bay doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the pristine laboratory space beyond. Banks of equipment lined the walls, indicator lights blinking in slow familiar patterns. Specimen containers sat in neat rows, mostly empty of course, and screen displays floated above several workstations cycling through various data streams. And there, at the central console, sat your friend.
He looked up as you entered, his angular features catching the blue-white glow of the monitors. It cast devastatingly well-suited shadows across his face, and you swore you could count the peaks of his eyelashes in the silhouette.
"Good evening." He nodded towards you. His voice carried that distinctive measured quality that always made you feel like every word was carefully considered. "I wasn't expecting you. Is there a problem with one of the systems?"
"No, no problem." You said quickly. Perhaps too quickly. You cleared your throat, trying to sound more casual. "I just.. I wanted to stop by."
His head tilted slightly to the side, a gesture you'd come to recognize as curiosity. "I see. Then please, come in."
You stepped further into the lab, boots tamping softly against the deck plating. It always felt different here than the rest of the ship. Quieter somehow, more contemplative. While the rest of the Sulaco was all harsh angles and military sterility, this space had an almost meditative quality. You supposed that made sense. Bishop spent most of his time here, and he had a way of bringing ease to whatever environment he occupied.
"I've been working on the tertiary cooling system." You started in with small talk, falling into the familiar pattern of technical conversation that usually preceded your real reasons for visiting. "The efficiency has improved by three percent since the last maintenance cycle."
"Impressive." Bishop replied, and you thought you detected genuine interest in his tone. "The Sulaco’s fortunate to have such a dedicated engineer."
A prickle crept up your neck at the compliment. You busied yourself examining a nearby wet-specimen platform, not trusting yourself to meet his eyes. Inside, some kind of plant sample floated in preservation fluid, its leaves a deep green even in stasis.
"Where's this from?" You asked, grateful for the distraction.
Bishop turned from his task, swiveling in his stool to assess the context of your inquiry. "Mm, that. A terrestrial fern, propagated from the mother plant on the Weyland-Yutani Gateway Station. It was being cultivated in the greenhouse domes, but I've been intending to establish it here to assist with air quality." He rose from his seat and moved to stand beside you, close enough that you could detect trace scents of solvent and oxidizers. "I find Earth flora fascinating. The complexity of their biological systems, the way they've adapted to countless environments over millions of years. There's an elegance to it."
This was why you'd started visiting so often, you told yourself. Bishop's enthusiasm for his work was infectious, even if he expressed it in an understated way. When he talked about biology, chemistry, the intricate systems that sustained life, something in his voice changed. It became warmer, more animated — or at least, as animated as Bishop ever became.
"I know you do." You smiled softly, and then, before you could lose your nerve, you reached into your pocket. "That's actually why I made you this little something."
A Reason To Dance (Lance Bishop x Reader)
CW: Fluff, so none
WC: 2k
A/n: Use of Y/N, GN!reader (please let me know if i’ve accidentally gendered or racialized the reader anywhere in this!), 2nd person POV, italics used for thoughts and emphasis throughout (which one is being indicated should be clear from context, i think), probably some fundamental misunderstandings/lack of knowledge of android functioning. Inspired by @bonsoir-oiseau’s synthetics and slow-dancing piece, except in this reader doesn’t know much about real dancing and mostly just does it for fun. I went back and forth on adding music links for this and I eventually decided against them, but let me know if that’s something people want. Happy reading!
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