#alien romulus x reader

[spicybunni]

GENTLE (Xenomorph x reader)

A/N : It makes me happy a lot people matched my freak with my alien fanart!! i wrote a little Romulus drabble if Y/N was the one who was caught instead of Rain. I hope you enjoy!

⚠️ WARNINGS: ALIEN ROMULUS SPOILERS / SFW / VIOLENCE / FALLING / ALIEN

You were so close. Rain's finger were nearly within reach, the zero gravity almost putting you in the perfect position. Andy was holding onto her with one hand while the other gripped the ladder. You didn't want to think about how many floors up you were, just focusing on your hand reaching as far as you could to your remaining friends.

"Come on Y/N, almost there...reach!!" She pleaded with you, as if you could control the situation any better than she could.

But alas, the sudden alarm of gravity came back to you. You could see Rain's eyes widen in horror as your fingers finally brush hers, only to descend downwards with the rest of your body. Andy grips her shirt tighter as she falls against him, using his strength to hold himself and Rain against wall ladder.

"Y/N!!!" She screams as she watches you fall. The balance of having no gravity to having all the pressures of falling to your death make you scream down the elevator shaft. Of course it was all happening too quickly, but you know at this point you should accept death. At least Rain and Andy would make it. At least someone was going to make it to the sanctuary planet away from Jackson's dangerous mines. You watch as the floor levels pass you by, making you dizzy with thoughts of impact on the final floor.

Unfortunately, you would meet no quick fate.

A sudden blur of black passes your vision, the creature, holding onto the walls. Lacking any breath to gasp or scream at the sight, the remaining is knocked out of you as a slithering tail curves around your back, breaking you fall, and wrapping around your torso. It's sharp end makes a careful move to wrap around and not poke you. The ridges of it's tail feel uncomfortable against your back and stomach, making you arch as it holds you mid air.

You peer up to see the xenomorph looking down at you, as if to see that you're alright. You let out a whimper as it hisses at you. And before you could process anything else, it lifts you. Without any effort it brings you to the opposite side of the wall, gently settling you near an emergency ladder. You grab hold, but it's tail tightens around you, keeping you in place as it adjusts itself to come to you. Quick breaths are all you can produce, knowing it can't speak your language, knowing it just wants to kill you or use your body for some sick incubation. You start to cry and it's head leans down, almost as a horse would. It lets out a few hisses as it regards you. A spider like hand reaches for you, grabbing your jaw as gentle as it could for a space alien. Turning your head from side to side. Your form was shaking uncontrollably, helpless at the creatures mercy and too scared to do anything in fear of angering it.

The xenomorph was more than pissed at this point. It's hosts it's produced so far have not been suitable for the parasites to incubate offspring into. It's failed too many times to let even one of the remaining healthy hosts to just fall to their death. It would have impaled you with it's tail. But it needed you unbroken, alive. The creature inspected you for any injuries it might've caused or that you had done to yourself. Again, it needs you to be healthy. It was going to reserve you for a queen parasite. That way this pack had a hive leader, a queen Xenomorph.

It's tail drops from your waist as it's hands reach out you, grabbing and lifting you over it's shoulder. You passed out from sheer terror and exhaustion. It seemed pleased that your body went limp, you were making it all the more easier to take you to the hive....

[luvscarlyle]

best cast EVERRRR

[maldaptivedreamer]

Strangers On a Train

You meet a stranger on the subway. He offers you a seat.

content: Strangers have sex, cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, name calling, no condom, SPOILER: Bjorn x Fem Reader x Tyler

wc: ~4.2k

a/n: I know, I know. I should be working on the series. I’m sorry. Special thanks to @spikedfearn for the extra help. Both her and @caileeflavoured helped with forming some of the ideas and dialogue <3333

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

With a burst of energy, you push yourself through the heavy doors just before they slam shut. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, and your hands smooth down the creases in your skirt.

Taking in your surroundings, you are immediately struck by the overwhelming crowd that fills the space. Bodies press closely together, creating a wall of bustling energy and noise that surrounds you. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and sweat.

You wince, scanning the crowded train in search of a more secluded spot.

Then your eyes land on him - sitting alone on a bench, his head tilted back as if lost in thought. His headphones cover his ears and he's staring at you with tired eyes. You feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach at the feel of his blue eyes on you. As soon as he notices he has your attention, he takes off his headphones and lifts his head, staring directly at you.

His expression is one of curiosity and amusement. He lifts a questioning brow as he tilts his head lazily and widens his legs further, almost invitingly.

Hesitantly, you make your way towards him, heart racing. As you get closer, he sits up straighter, seeming more awake now that you’ve accepted his silent offer. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he absentmindedly scratches at the scruff on his face.

“Hello princess. Need a seat? Cause ’m happy to offer one.”

You hesitate for a moment, eyeing his lap and your breath catches in your throat. His invitation is clear. His confident demeanor and piercing gaze make your pulse quicken. Without fully processing what you're doing, you find yourself nodding and moving closer.

"I...sure. Thank you," you manage to stammer out.

His smirk widens as he pats his thigh invitingly. "Do no’ be shy love. Make yourself comfortable."

Heart pounding, you gingerly lower yourself onto his lap. You gasp softly as you feel the firm press of his body against yours. His arms encircle your waist, steadying you as the train lurches into motion.

"There now, isn't tha’ better?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

You nod, not trusting your voice and a shiver runs down your spine at the intimate contact.

The vibrations of the moving train send tingles through your body. You're acutely aware of every point of contact between you - his thighs beneath you, his chest against your back, his arms around your waist, one hand resting on your stomach and the other lightly gripping your thigh.

You can feel the heat of his hand bleed into your core. A slight twitch of his fingers and he would be touching you.

Gulping, you shift slightly and his grip tightens. Your voice is breathy. “You…umm- is your stop far?”

A sudden jolt in the train makes you slide further back into him, and you feel a distinct hardness pressing into you. Heat floods your cheeks, his hand on your thigh trails over your skin. His fingers dance along the hem of your skirt, toying with the fabric.

"No’ for a bit," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "But 'm in no rush. Are you?"

A shiver travels through you and you silently shake your head. You feel him nod against your hair.

His lips leave gentle kisses along your neck, as his fingers teasingly trace the edges of your panties. Your heart races. The train car is still packed with people, but everyone seems lost in their own world.

"Jus’ relax. No one's payin’ us any mind." he soothes, nuzzling into your neck.

As if to prove his point, his other hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt. Your eyes widen and you grip his arm, but make no move to stop him.

You gently release his arm and he runs a single digit up and down the slick folds of your core. With each jolt and sway of the train, his touch becomes more insistent, his finger brushing against your clit with a delicious friction. You bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, your hips unconsciously rolling back against him.

He lets out a low, guttural groan in your ear as he moves his hand from your stomach to rest on your hip, guiding your movements with a subtle rock. Your core throbs with an intense ache, yearning for the fullness that only his cock can provide.

Leaning back slightly, you press your lips to his cheek. "I wanna feel you inside of me." Your voice is barely above a breathy whisper, but it's thick with desire and hope. The anticipation coils tightly in your stomach as you wait for his response.

He freezes, voice in strained disbelief. “You wan’ my cock in front of all o’ these people?”

You nod immediately. “Yes. Please?”

As his face presses into the curve of your neck, you can feel his breath hot and shaky against your skin. A tingle runs through you as he inhales deeply, his voice trembling with desire. "You're goin’ to get me into so much trouble, princess," he manages to say before releasing a small chuckle.

He taps your thigh in a silent command, urging you to move. You raise yourself slightly, shifting your weight onto your knees. His fingers brush against you as he fumbles to unbutton his pants.

As he pulls himself out, his body radiates heat that you can feel against your skin. His thumb glides along your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps as it disappears between your bodies.

With a gentle pressure, he moves your panties to the side and teasingly presses the tip of his swollen cock into you. You can feel yourself tensing, but his strong arms wrap around your waist and hold you close.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you slowly lower yourself onto him. His cock is thick and perfectly shaped, each curve fitting perfectly within you. The heat from his body transfers to his cock, making it hot and hard as it pulses with his heartbeat.

Hot tears blur your vision as every inch of him fills you. Desperately, you look around for any sort of distraction from the ecstacy of him inside you.

But then, you lock eyes with another stranger - this one dressed in a crisp military uniform. His brown eyes are full of hunger, and it's clear that he has been watching everything unfold. He saw everything and he’s done nothing to stop it.

Your body tenses, and the blue-eyed man inside you can feel it. With a tight grip on your hips, he whispers in your ear, "Relax, love. You’ve gotta at least look like we know each other. Would no’ want anyone thinkin’ that you’re just some whore sittin’ on some stranger’s cock, would yah?”

Your walls tighten at his words because someone does know and he’s watching. Your eyes meet the intense gaze of the man, and you resist the overwhelming urge to spread your legs wider, to show him exactly what you're doing as you take more of this stranger inside of you.

The jostling of the train car becomes even more intense as he settles inside of you. You let out a small whimper, feeling his cock almost vibrate inside of you, sending tingles through your body. His lips press against the crown of your hair, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs softly. "Shhh, if you move or make a sound, I'll have to fuck you right here in front of everyone. You would no’ want that would yah?" The sweet kiss and affectionate tone he uses juxtaposes his threatening words.

You shake your head quickly, not trusting your voice. The threat (or promise?) sends a thrill through you. Your walls clench involuntarily around him and you hear his sharp intake of breath.

The train lurches around a curve, moving you on his lap. You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle any sounds as the train's movements cause his cock to shift inside you. The friction is exquisite torture. Your walls clench involuntarily around him, drawing out a sharp groan from him.

Brown eyes is still watching intently from across the car. His gaze burns into you, making your skin tingle. You can see the bulge in his uniform pants growing more prominent.

The stranger beneath you doesn’t notice, huskily mumbing into your ear. “I’d think you’d have done this before if you weren’t so fuckin’ tight.”

His hips give a subtle, but powerful grind upwards, driving deeper into your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you let out a quiet cry of pleasure.

His strong hands grip your hips firmly, leaving behind marks that will surely blossom into bruises tomorrow. You can feel every inch of him inside of you, and it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

You're grateful for his firm grasp on your hips, anchoring you to him and preventing you from rising to fuck yourself on his cock. You let out another cry and he hushes you. “Shut up. Would no’ want the anyone askin' their mummies why you’re cryin’, eh?”

Your heart races as you shake your head desperately. You desperately reach for his hand and hold it tightly in your lap, curling your fingers around his. You trace the lines of his tattoos with your fingernails, attempting to rid yourself of the urge to shamefully fuck into him.

The distraction doesn’t work. You can feel yourself clenching with each movement, each dirty word that escaped his lips, each lustful look from the stranger across from you.

You look up to see him still staring at you, a primal hunger in his brown eyes that both thrills and scares you. As he continues to ravish you with his gaze, you gasp softly, completely overwhelmed by the stranger’s intense eyes as you're sat on another stranger’s cock.

Noticing you’re distracted, he nips at your ear. "What's caught your attention, princess?"

"The...the man over there," you gesture with your head.

He follows your line of sight and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Looks like we've got an audience." His hips raise abruptly and he spreads his legs wider. “Why don’t we give ‘im a show?”

His hand tightens its grip on your hip, pulling you closer and grinding you down onto his throbbing cock. His other hand swats away your fingers, as it makes its way beneath your skirt.

You tense, your walls instinctively clenching around his cock, eliciting a groan from him. Panicked whispers escape your lips. "What are you doing?" You hastily try to push down your skirt, wanting to conceal the dangerous game he's playing. But his hand remains there, unyielding and bold.

“Easy, princess.” He shrugs nonchalantly, continuing his exploration with a confident and lewd smirk on his face. “He’s been watchin’ the whole time so ‘m jus’ showin’ ‘im what you look like when you cum. I won’t be able to see your face an’ reckon someone should get to.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers find your clit, circling it with teasing pressure. You struggle to keep your expression neutral as pleasure builds within you. The stranger's hungry gaze burns into you, making you feel completely exposed.

Across the car, brown eyes are locked onto the movement beneath your skirt. His hand twitches at his side, as if fighting the urge to touch himself. You can feel yourself rapidly losing control under his heated stare.

His fingers move faster, hips grinding up into you with subtle movements. You grip his thighs tightly, biting your lip hard to stifle any sounds.

"That's it," he breathes in your ear. "Show him how good you feel. Let him see what a dirty whore you are, cumming on a stranger's cock in public."

Your eyes lock with the stranger's as your orgasm builds. He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly. The coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter and tighter. Your thighs begin to tremble as you teeter on the edge.

You bite down on your lip as white hot pleasure shoots through you. The stranger beneath you tenses and stops breathing as your walls attempt to milk him. He brings his hand from out beneath your skirt and uses the material to wipe his hand clean.

He presses his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin. You can feel the wetness seeping into his lap, evidence of the intense release you just experienced. “Fuck, you have no idea how close I was to cummin’ in you. Bet you’d wan’ tha’ though innit?" Walkin’ ‘round with my cum spillin’ out of you.”

Your over sensitive core convulses around him and you can feel yourself quickly approaching another orgasm. Gulping, you try to adjust yourself on his cock. But the sensations of him are overwhelming, making it impossible for you to focus.

“I- I’m gonna cum again,” you manage to slur out, leaning back into him for support.

He chuckles in response, but it’s cut short as the train suddenly lurches around a sharp turn. The tip of his cock rubs against the perfect spot inside of you.

Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you face the brown eyed stranger. His chest heaves and his hands are clenched over his knees as he watches you.

The intensity of your second orgasm takes you by surprise. Your body trembles, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

The stranger behind you grunts softly, his fingers digging into your hips as he fights to maintain control. "Fuck, princess," he breathes against your neck. "‘M tryin’ to make this last but you're a slut for my cum, aren't you?"

Across the car, he shifts in his seat, his brown gaze burning with barely contained lust. His hand twitches towards his lap again before he catches himself, clenching his fist at his side instead.

Coming down from your high, the reality of the situation starts to sink in. You're sitting on a stranger's cock while another stranger watches you and is getting off to it.

The train begins to slow as it approaches the next station. Your heart sinks with disappoint and blue eyes tenses beneath you. "I need to get off here," you murmur regretfully.

He hisses beneath you and his voice is rushed. “Fuck. Okay, okay. Jus’…” He pauses, his hard cock throbbing inside of you. ”Wait til everyone gets off.”

You anxiously observe as the train lurches to a halt and the passengers gradually disembark. Struggling to rise on unsteady limbs, you are oblivious to the presence of the other stranger approaching.

Suddenly, he firmly grips your arms, hands engulfing your elbows, and he forces you to stand. Your breathing halts in your chest as the unfamiliar man's brown eyes meet yours, the blue eyed stranger falls out of you with a slick sound.

“Oi!” His voice is a low growl, thick with anger as he shoves his hard cock back into his pants. You can feel him pressing against your back. “Wha’ the fuck, mate?”

The tall stranger turns and steps off the train without a word, leaving you with no choice but to follow. Blue eyes, close behind, looks ready to explode.

As soon as you step off the train, you are engulfed by a sea of people. The rush of bodies and noise makes your head spin. You try to ignore the cold and uncomfortable feeling of your wet panties beneath your skirt.

Your eyes scan the crowded platform, searching for the glowing display sign. But all you see is a sea of strangers, their faces blurred and indistinguishable in the chaos.

When you find it, relief floods through you. Bright letters flash, displaying your destination preceded by the message STOP DELAYED.

Grasping the pretty boy's hand tightly, you weave through the crowd until you find an open space by a pillar. The solid structure provides some sense of security amidst the chaos and you lean against it for support.

You pull him towards you, leaning into him. Your lips brush against his ear as you whisper. "My stop's been delayed." Pulling back, you watch as the initial anger recedes from his eyes and is quickly replaced by an impatient desire.

He presses you against the pillar, his lips hovering just inches from yours. His breath warms your trembling lips. Your heart races as you run your tongue along his bottom lip, silently begging.

Just as he begins to lean in, you’re interrupted by a deep voice, clearing his throat. You both turn and see the man with piercing brown eyes standing there. His gaze shifts between both, his expression unreadable.

Both men shift and you furrow your brows at the silent conversation they seem to be having. Pretty boy’s grip on you tightens as you push him away slightly, taking a step toward tall, dark, and handsome. “You-you were watching.”

He scoffs, his eyes darting around before he leans down, his hand quickly skimming over the sensitive skin between your thighs. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch. You can feel the heat of his breath on your skin as he moves closer, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your inner thigh. “You weren’t exactly discreet love. You’re not hidin’ nothin’ with cum dripping down your thighs, now are you darling?”

Pretty boy tenses behind you, pulling you closer. "Wha’ d’you want, mate?"

His brown eyes leave a trail of fire as they observe you. “Once you’re done with her, it’s my turn.” With a swift, graceful movement, he turns and positions himself in front of both of you, his broad frame blocking any view from prying eyes.

After a brief pause, pretty boy switches positions with you, leaning against the pillar. Your back is pressed against his chest as you're turned and forced to stare at the sturdy back of the brown eyed stranger. You gasp as hands snake around you to grasp at your body. They move beneath your skirt and brush against your sensitive folds through your panties.

"Think you can take me again?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

You nod eagerly, already aching to feel him inside you. With deft movements, he frees his cock from his pants, fingering your panties to the side and in one smooth thrust, he buries himself into you.

Your hands fly out in front of you to steady yourself and your fingers clench into the thick material of his uniform. Brown eyes tenses as you pull him flush against your front.

You bite down on his arm to muffle your moan as the man behind you starts to move. His strokes are deep and purposeful, each one sending you rocking against the stranger in front of you.

The firm muscles of brown eyes' back provide friction against your sensitive nipples through your thin blouse. You struggle to stay quiet at the delicious friction, occasionally letting out muffled whimpers.

He glances back over his shoulder, his gaze burning with desire as he watches you come undone. "Careful now," he murmurs. "Don't want to draw any more attention."

His words send a thrill through you. You're acutely aware of the crowd milling around you, oblivious to what's happening behind his broad form.

Blue eyes picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours. One hand grips your hip while the other slides around to rub tight circles on your clit. "Fuck, y’feel so good. Perfect for takin’ cock," he groans into your ear.

“Fuck. ‘M gonna cum, fuckin’ edged myself warmin’ my cock in yah.” The wet sounds of your bodies make are barely masked by the bustling station.

You sob into brown eyes' back, overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. Pretty boy stiffens as he follows behind you, cock pulsing and twitching inside of you. Your legs feel weak and shaky as you come down from your high. Blue eyes holds you steady as he slowly pulls out. You bite your lip to stifle a whimper at the loss.

Brown eyes turns slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "My turn," he growls softly.

Before you can fully process what's happening, brown eyes is maneuvering you around. He presses your back against the pillar, your head resting against the cool concrete. Blue eyes moves to stand guard, blocking you from view.

You hear the sound of a zipper and then feel the blunt head of brown eyes' cock pressing against your entrance. He slides in easily, with no resistance.

You gasp as he enters you in a deep thrust. He feels different from the blue eyed stranger - thicker, stretching you even more. Your oversensitive walls clench around him, drawing a low groan from his throat.

"Fuck, you're tight," he mutters, his breath hot against your ear.

His hips begin to move, slow at first but quickly building to a punishing pace. You cling to his broad shoulders, struggling to stay quiet as he pounds into your raw pussy.

Blue eyes watches intently, his eyes dark with renewed arousal. He leans in close, whispering filthy encouragements. "That's it, take his cock like the good girl you are. Let him use that pretty pussy."

Brown eyes growls in approval, the noise rumbling deep in his throat. His large hand grips the surface of the pillar tightly as he clenches his teeth, speaking through them, “Teased me the whole ride. Looking at me as you came. As you took his cock.”

Pretty boy's blue eyes flash with amusement before he quickly turns back to his original position, trying to hide the smirk that plays on his lips. “Made for takin’ strangers’ cocks, in’t she?”

You can only whimper in response. The tall stranger's thick cock stretches you, hitting spots deep inside that make your toes curl. The lingering sensitivity from your previous orgasms heightens every thrust, every brush of skin against skin.

Blue eyes leans in close again, his lips brushing your ear. "Look at you, takin' two strangers so well. Such a greedy little thing.” He gives your ear a small nibble. “Wha’? My cum no’ enough an’ you needed more?" His words send a shiver down your spine, your walls clenching involuntarily.

Brown eyes grunts at the added tightness, his hips snapping against yours with increased fervor. "Fuck, gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he growls.

The coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter with each thrust. Your walls flutter around him, another orgasm building quickly.

"Fuck, you're close again aren't you?" he grunts, his hips snapping against yours. "He’s right. You’re fucking greedy."

You nod frantically, beyond word. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you teeter on the edge.

The stranger with blue eyes neglects his position in favor of whispering in your ear. "Come on, princess. Cum for him. Show him how good you feel. How tight you get when that pretty pussy milks cock for every drop it's worth."

His words push you over the edge. Your body goes rigid as waves of pleasure crash over you. You muffle your cries on brown eyes' shoulder.

Brown eyes' rhythm falters. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he adds his cum to the mix already inside you.

You moan into him, as the sensation of being filled again surrounds you.

Your body trembles with aftershocks as brown eyes stills, his forehead resting against yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. The bustling sounds of the station slowly filter back into your ears, reminding you of where you are.

Blue eyes clears his throat softly. "Tha’ was hot an’ all but I reckon we should move before someone notices."

Brown eyes nods and steps back, carefully pulling out of you. As he does, you feel a trickle of cum start to slide down your inner thigh. You whimper softly at the loss, your legs shaky as you try to stand on your own. Both men steady you, their hands gentle on your waist and arms.

Blue eyes smirks. "Look at you, dripping with our cum." Your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

With a quick look around to ensure no one was watching, his deep brown eyes narrow as he crouches down. Roughly pulling your panties down your legs, he clutches the material tightly in his fist and uses it to wipe between your thighs. He tucks your panties in his pocket with a small smirk.

Blue eyes narrow but the pretty stranger says nothing.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you move to speak, but the noise of a train screeching to a stop interrupts you. Both of their heads turn up at the noise.

Shrugging, blue eyes grins at you. “Well ‘spose I should thank you for gettin me off, but tha’s my train.” Shocked, you say nothing and watch as he waves a lazy hand and pulls his headphones back on.

Your attention is drawn to brown eyes and guilt flashes in his eyes for a brief moment before he stands back. “It’s mine too an’ I need to be off… I- Thank you,” he stutters out slightly, almost shyly. A complete juxtaposition of his earlier behavior. With an awkward wave he leaves.

Gulping, you glance around the emptying platform. Alone. Disheveled and trembling with wrinkled clothes, no panties and two strangers' cum dripping out of you.

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You were once a child who knew nothing of struggle or scarcity. Life on the upper decks of the Weyland-Yutani starship felt like a dream. The air was clean, filtered to perfection, and your every need was met without a second thought.

Your parents were brilliant, their minds always buzzing with the latest programming codes and technologies. They were among the best, head honchos of the engineering department, and their talents kept them in high demand.

You, their prodigy, were a happy child, blissfully unaware of the harsh realities below.

But ignorance, as you would learn, could only shield you for so long.

As you grew, you became aware of your intelligence, a budding brilliance that mirrored your parents'. They often boasted about how you could write basic code before you could write your own name. Yet, with brilliance came curiosity, and with curiosity came questions—questions about the world outside your pristine bubble.

You remember a time when your family didn't have to worry about the smog suffocating their very lives. You could run through the gardens, feeling the warmth of artificial sunlight on your skin, never once thinking about what lay beyond the walls. But everything changed when your parents began to speak out.

They'd seen the reports, heard the stories from the miners, and it disturbed them. They became voices of dissent, advocating for those on the lower decks, the ones who toiled away in the filth and grime of the mines, who could barely breathe through the toxic fumes.

Their activism was a risk—a risk that cost them dearly. Accused of inciting unrest and defying company orders, your family was demoted, stripped of all privileges, and sent to the Weyland-Yutani mining colony, Jackson Star.

It was a far cry from the life you knew. Gone were the days of endless blue skies and breathable air. Now, you were surrounded by a world of gray, with the stench of sulfur and smoke clinging to your clothes and filling your lungs.

The fall from grace was swift and brutal. The once-respected engineers became just another pair of hands in the mines, their skills deemed useless in this new, harsh reality.

You watched as the light slowly faded from their eyes, their spirits crushed under the weight of their circumstances. Your father, once so proud and strong, became a shadow of his former self, and your mother, who always had a kind word, grew silent and withdrawn.

And then came the sickness.

The smog that choked the colony was more than just an irritant—it was poison. Day by day, it sapped the life from your parents, their health deteriorating before your eyes. You did everything you could to help, scavenging for medicine, trading anything you had of value, but it was never enough.

You remember those final days vividly. Your mother's labored breathing, the way your father’s hands shook as he tried to comfort her. They were wasting away, and there was nothing you could do but watch. One evening, as the dim light of the colony's artificial sun began to fade, your father called you over. His voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.

"Y/N..." he croaked, his hand trembling as it reached up to cup your face. You leaned in closer, tears blurring your vision as you tried to hold onto every word, every moment.

"Hold on to what's important to you," he rasped, his eyes searching yours, filled with a depth of sorrow and love you'd never seen before. "Never let go... no matter what."

You nodded, a sob caught in your throat, and clutched his hand tightly, feeling the frailty of his grip. "I promise, Dad..." you whispered, your voice breaking. "I won't let go."

He gave you a small, pained smile, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. "Good... that's good..." His voice trailed off, and you watched as his eyes slowly closed, his hand slipping from your face, leaving a chill that seemed to seep into your very bones.

You sat there, holding onto him, as the weight of his words settled into your heart. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint, distant sounds of the mining equipment outside.

You felt a hollowness festering inside your 12 year old body, a void that seemed to swallow everything. Your world had crumbled, and all you had left were his final words echoing in your mind.

In that moment, something inside you hardened. The innocence of your childhood was gone, replaced by a steely resolve. You would survive, no matter what. You would hold on to what was important. You would never let go.

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After your parents died, you found yourself alone and lost, wandering the vast expanse of the mining colony. Without any clear direction or place to call home, you eventually took to the scrapyards, using what little you had—a keen mind and nimble fingers.

Every day, for the next 3 years, you sifted through the piles of discarded machinery and broken parts, looking for anything of value. You used your skills, the ones your parents had taught you, to piece together whatever you could: small trinkets, makeshift tools, anything that might fetch a few credits in trade.

You built yourself a makeshift hovel in the middle of the junkyard, hidden from sight by towering heaps of scrap. It wasn't much, but it was yours—a sanctuary in the middle of chaos. The days were long and hard, but the work kept your mind busy, away from thoughts of loss and the life you once had.

One day, while rummaging through a particularly dense pile of debris, you stumbled upon something unusual. It was an android, half-buried under a mass of metal beams and broken equipment. Its face was scratched and dirt-streaked, revealing a complex mesh of synthetic skin and exposed circuits beneath.

The android had a human-like appearance, with dark skin that was scuffed and cracked from years of neglect. Its eyes, though lifeless, seemed almost too real, capturing an uncanny valley between human and machine.

The android's limbs were twisted at odd angles, with wires protruding like exposed veins, and its clothing—a faded, grey jumpsuit—was torn and stained with oil and grime. Despite its rough exterior and the damage it had suffered, there was something about it that drew you in. Perhaps it was the way its expression, frozen in a state of calm observation, hinted at a life once filled with purpose.

You spent hours digging it out, piece by piece, until you could drag it back to your hovel. Even in its broken state, you could see the remnants of advanced engineering—smooth, precise joints that suggested strength and agility, and a flexible, durable frame designed to withstand the harshest environments.

You marveled at the craftsmanship, recognizing some of the programming patterns from your parents' work, and wondered what stories this android could tell if it could still speak.

For days, you tinkered with the android, trying to bring it back to life. You knew a bit about androids from watching your parents work, but this was beyond anything you had attempted before. Still, you were determined. You worked late into the night, using any spare parts you could find, trying to restore its power core, to no avail.

As time passed, you continued to scavenge for more parts, your father's words echoing in your mind: "Never let go... no matter what." Bit by bit, the android slowly began to look more presentable, but even then, it wasn't enough.

Until one day, it was.

You were digging through a pile of freshly brought scraps when you spotted it: a small, seemingly insignificant power regulator bulb. It was the kind of part that, while easy to overlook, was a crucial part to getting an android's systems up and running.

The bulb had been haphazardly tossed a few feet ahead of you by a group of scavengers, its glass exterior glinting faintly under the dim overhead lights.

Your heart raced, your mind running thousands of miles a minute. Zoning in on the piece, you slowly stood up, casually making your way toward it. You knew better than to rush; showing any sign of interest could draw unwanted attention. In this place, the second someone realized you wanted something, they would place a price and drive it up, child or not.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

You were just a few feet away when it happened. A man, covered head to toe in soot and wearing a worn miner's jumpsuit, trudged over with a small wicker basket. His shoulders sagged as if he carried the weight of the world, his face etched with deep lines of exhaustion. He reached down and picked up the bulb, turning it over in his hands.

You held your breath, praying he would dismiss it as junk and toss it aside. But instead, he placed it carefully into his basket with a few other scraps.

For a moment, your world seemed to collapse. That part was your key to finally completing the android, the culmination of all your hard work. Your father’s words surged back to you, steadying your resolve: "Never let go."

Determined not to lose this opportunity, you put your plan into motion; the distant hum of machinery a constant reminder of what was at stake.

You'd become an expert at blending into the background, a necessary survival skill your parents had once joked about, saying you could disappear in plain sight.

As you trailed the man, you kept to the shadows, watching his every move while he searched for more useful scraps. He finally set the basket down to dig through a pile of metal parts.

Seeing your chance, you moved in. Almost soundlessly, you walked over on the tips of your toes. The man glanced your way but then returned to his task, not seeing you as a threat. You slouched slightly to appear even less noticeable and then made your move.

Heart rattling in your chest, you crept closer. Instinct took over, and before you knew it, you’d swiped the bulb from the basket and slipped it into your pocket with practiced ease.

You turned to leave, adrenaline pumping through your veins, but the man was quicker than you anticipated. His hand clamped down on your shoulder—firm, but not unkind.

"Hey," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "Now what are you planning to do with that?"

You froze, certain you were about to be dragged off and punished. But there was something in his eyes, a curiosity that made you pause. "I... I need it to fix something," you mumbled, not meeting his gaze.

"Fix what?" he pressed, crouching down to your level. You could see now that his face wasn't unkind—worn, but not harsh. "Show me."

Swallowing hard, you decided to take a chance. Maybe it was the way he spoke, or maybe it was the loneliness that gnawed at you every day, but you found yourself leading him back to your hovel.

It was a small space carved out among the towering heaps of discarded metal and machinery. The majority of the space is filled with scraps and trinkets you've collected, tools scattered around like fallen leaves.

On the left, a table was piled high with what appeared to be completed gadgets and tech—your attempts at salvaging something useful from the wreckage. The man paused at the entrance, taking a moment to absorb the chaotic arrangement of your makeshift workshop.

His eyes roamed over the space, and before he could ask where you managed to gather all this, something else caught his attention. Among the chaos, there was one object that stood out—a small, pristine picture tablet sitting on a shelf. It showcased a beautiful family of three: a gorgeous woman, a handsome man, and a young child who bore a striking resemblance to you.

He would have brushed it off as just another trinket, but he recognized the faces in the photograph. It was hard not to on Jackson Star. The infamous Tallings family—once high-ranking members of Weyland-Yutani, who fell from grace after daring to speak out about the harsh realities of life in the colonies.

Suddenly, everything about your hovel started to make sense to him. Rumors had circulated for years about what happened to the Tallings' child, the prodigy. Many believed the child had died from sickness, just another casualty of the harsh conditions on Jackson Star or some other far-off base.

Seeing you here, in the flesh, was a surreal revelation. The man was snapped out of his thoughts as you moved further into the surprisingly deep hovel, heading towards a large tarp in the back corner.

With a determined look, you pulled it back to reveal the broken android underneath, its once smooth features now marred by scratches and dents.

The man let out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned," he murmured. "You found yourself an android. And you've been working on it all by yourself?"

You nodded, suddenly feeling very small under his gaze. "I don't really know what I'm doing outside the coding," you admitted quietly. "I just… I thought maybe I could fix him."

The man looked at you for a long moment, then at the android. "I think I might be able to help with that," he said finally. "Name's Marcus. And this here is a rare find, kid. N-D-255's were one of Weyland-Yutani's first artificial people. You've got a good eye."

Hope flickered in your chest. "So, you'll help me?"

He smiled. "On one condition. You let me take you back with me when we're done. Can't have a kid like you out here alone."

You hesitated, glancing around your makeshift home. It wasn't much, but it was all you had known for a while now. Still, the thought of a real home, of not being alone... "Okay," you whispered. "Deal."

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Over the next few weeks, you and Marcus worked together to bring the android back online. It wasn't easy, and there were many late nights where you doubted it would ever work, but Marcus was patient and kind, always encouraging you to keep trying.

You grew to trust him, even look up to him.

As you carefully lifted the flash drive-shaped device, which Marcus called the "Reboot Key," he stood beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Alright, kid," he began, his voice calm and steady, "this is the moment of truth. Remember, it's okay if things don't go as planned the first time. Sometimes, you have to go back to the drawing board. What's important is that you keep trying, alright?"

You nodded, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside you. You were standing above the android's head, both of your faces level with one another.

The android had a gentle, almost puppy-like expression on its face, its synthetic features designed to seem approachable and non-threatening. Its lips, though motionless now, had a subtle pout, giving it an almost childlike innocence.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for this machine that seemed so lifelike, yet so fragile in its current state.

"Okay, here we go," Marcus said softly, guiding your hand toward the side of the android's neck. "You need to insert the Reboot Key right here, in this small port. Make sure it's aligned properly, then give it a twist."

With a deep breath, you carefully inserted the device into the port. Your hands were steady, but you could feel your heart racing in your chest.

As you twisted the device, a small spasm shot through the android's body, its limbs twitching for a moment. You gasped and pulled back slightly, but Marcus squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

"Just a momentary glitch," he said. "Let's see if it worked."

A second later, the android's eyes flickered to life. They were dark and deep, with a subtle glow that made them seem almost alive.

For a moment, those eyes zeroed in on you, and you felt a strange connection, as if the machine could see right through you. Slowly, you backed away, moving to stand next to Marcus as the android sat up.

It felt like an eternity as the android continued to stare at you, its gaze unblinking and intense.

Then, it blinked, its expression softening as it turned its head to look at Marcus before shifting its attention back to you. "N-D-255, Weyland-Yutani synthetic human with mining and guard functions."

You felt a surge of joy like you hadn't felt in so long. Your body trembled with excitement as you stepped forward, a smile spreading across your face. "What is your name?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

The synthetic's lips seemed to fall into an even deeper pout, and its head tilted slightly to the side, almost cutely. "I...I don't know."

You fidgeted awkwardly before turning to Marcus. "What should we do?"

Marcus looked as if he were holding back a grin, finding the entire situation funny. "I dunno kid, how about you name him? I mean, you did find him after all."

"N...Name him?" You began to suddenly feel self-conscious as you turned back around only to have the android staring intently at you. You glanced back over at Marcus, who gave you an encouraging nod, a warm smile on his face. "Uh… how about… Andy?" you suggested hesitantly.

The moment the name left your lips, you wanted to punch yourself. Andy? Really? What did it even stand for—android? How original… But as you looked back at the synthetic, you saw its lips curl into a slight smile, its head nodding in acceptance.

"Designation accepted: Andy," the android replied, its small. "Thank you for giving me a name."

With a happy squeal, you turn and throw your arms around Marcus in a rare moment of unguarded happiness. "We did it!" you exclaimed. "We really did it!"

Marcus chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Yeah, we did. And you know what? I think it's time I took you home."

True to his word, Marcus introduced you to his wife and daughter, Rain. She was about your age, a few years younger—three, to be exact. When you first met her, you were about fifteen, and she was twelve.

From the moment you arrived at her home, Rain was like a shadow, sticking to you like glue. She had a fiery spirit and a boundless curiosity that quickly became apparent.

Despite the age difference, she admired your resourcefulness and determination, and the two of you formed a bond that was hard to break.

Over the next few months, Rain was your constant companion. She'd be there every time you and Marcus worked on Andy, eagerly watching as you updated and built upon the android. Her eyes would light up with every new piece of tech you explained, her enthusiasm infectious.

Whenever you went diving for scraps in the junkyard, Rain would tag along, insisting on helping you find whatever parts you needed, her small hands surprisingly adept at sorting through the debris.

She was determined to learn from you, often mimicking your actions and hanging on your every word. There was something about her unwavering trust in you that felt both reassuring and heavy—a reminder of the role you’d inadvertently taken on, not just as a friend, but as a protector and mentor.

You found yourself growing fond of her fierce spirit and relentless curiosity, her presence becoming a bright spot in the otherwise grim surroundings of the colony.

As the weeks turned into months, the two of you became a team, navigating the scrapyards and working on Andy together. With every shared adventure, every quiet conversation under the stars, your bond deepened, forging a bond that would stand the test of time and adversity.

It was then you realized: you'd do anything to protect her.

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One late night, Marcus came home from the mines, exhausted from a long day's work. The house was dark and quiet, with only the soft sounds of his wife sleeping in the next room. He expected to find both you and Rain asleep as well, but instead, he saw a dim light flickering from the corner of the workshop.

As he stepped closer, he spotted you hunched over one of Andy's arm panels, a single candle casting long shadows around you. Rain was fast asleep in a chair next to you, which you had padded with some old blankets to make a makeshift bed. She looked peaceful, her small body curled up and her face relaxed in sleep.

The android, still in a state of disrepair, stared intently at you as you worked, its dark eyes reflecting the soft glow of the candle. You were rambling softly to Andy, explaining what you were doing and why each piece was important, almost as if teaching him as you went along.

Your concentration was so deep that you didn't notice Marcus until the sound of his heavy boots on the floor pulled you back to reality.

Looking up, your face broke into a warm grin. "Hi, Marc. Can I get you something?" you asked, quickly putting Andy into sleep mode to not startle him.

Marcus just smiled and shook his head, walking over to where you sat. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Rain's forehead before settling into a chair next to you.

He didn't need to ask why you were still up; he already knew the answer. This wasn't the first time he had found you working late into the night, lost in your thoughts and projects.

The two of you sat in peaceful silence as you continued upgrading Andy's arm, the only sound being the soft clicks of your tools and Rain's gentle breathing.

After a while, you broke the silence, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for everything, Marcus," you said, still focused on your work to avoid looking at him directly. "Really, I mean it."

Marcus chuckled softly. "You thank me nearly every month, Y/N. There's nothing to thank me for."

You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I know," you replied. Your gaze shifted to Rain, who was still sound asleep beside you. "But truly, if you hadn't found me and taken me in, I don't know what I would've done…"

Marcus nudged you gently, his voice soft but firm. "You'd have done what you've always done—survive," he said, gesturing to the various trinkets and gadgets you'd built and sold over the months to help support the family. "You've got that spirit in you, Y/N."

You waved his words away, a bittersweet smile on your face. "I know that, but eventually, I think I would have lost the fight, ya' know?" Your eyes lingered on Rain as you spoke. "Life isn't really worth living if you don't have something—or someone—to live for."

The room fell silent again, but this time it was different. Marcus looked at you with a newfound respect, seeing not just the lanky teen he'd taken in months ago, but a young person who had grown and matured in ways he hadn't quite realized.

You were more than just a survivor; you were becoming someone with purpose.

"I'd like to code Andy with a specific directive," you said suddenly, breaking the quiet. "To always ensure Rain is safe…"

Marcus started to object, suggesting that both of you should be Andy's priority, but you cut him off gently but firmly. "If there's ever a situation where one of us needs saving, I want it to be her. No point in having a synthetic get confused by probabilities or choices. I know what I'd do—I'd always choose her. No matter the chances of success."

Marcus sighed, understanding your resolve. He knew that even if he wanted things otherwise, you would probably find a way to change it behind his back. With a resigned nod, he agreed. "Alright, we'll do it tomorrow," he said softly, standing up. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, a gesture of quiet affection, before carefully lifting the still-sleeping Rain into his arms with a small grunt.

As he turned to leave the room with Rain in his arms, you watched them go, a sense of determination settling over you. You knew then, more than ever, that you would protect her at all costs.

A/N: hi guys, this was a sort of deep dive into the backstory of Y/N and the growing bond with Rain, so others chapters won't be as long. see you guys next update; don;t mind the typos, etc..... AHHH I couldnt help myself, i fear I've fallen in love with a synthetic being 😩🫶🏾 Andy, my love~

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It all began with a call that changed everything.

You were still relatively new to your position at Jackson's Star when you first met him.

Just 19—still figuring out the ropes of task assignments and managing shift schedules; and yet there you were: delivering the worst news someone could receive.

He was 20 when he walked into the room—scruffy eyes heavy from exhaustion, but had a quiet determined strength to him.

His mother had been overseeing a section of the mines when part of it collapsed during a solo manual checkup.

Only one casualty, but that didn’t soften the blow. Protocol dictated that a family member was called to meetings like this.

His father and sister was bedridden, recovering from whatever sickness had been going around.

That left him to face the news alone.

You sat across from him in the dimly lit room, unsure how to begin. His name stood out on the data tablet you clutched too tightly in your hands: Tyler Harrison.

You watched as he sat, hands folded in his lap, waiting for you to speak.

But how could you? Words felt too small, too fragile for the weight of the situation.

"There was an accident," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "The section your mother was overseeing in… it collapsed during her check. There weren’t any other casualties but…"

The rest of your words had faded into the air as Tyler he stared at you. His expression didn’t change immediately.

It was as if the words didn’t land, as if some part of him was still waiting for you to take it back and say something different.

When he did react it was with the smallest nod, his jaw tightening as he processed the reality.

No tears. No outward display of grief. Just a quiet acceptance that made your chest ache for him.

For a while neither of you spoke. You felt completely out of your depth, helpless in the face of such loss.

What were you supposed to say to make this better? Could you even?

Instead you had offered him the standard protocol—paperwork, procedures, grief counseling if he wanted it.

He refused the offer with a shake of his head. "It’s...just no life here isn’t it?" you could hear the pain he was trying so hard to keep inside.

"...I'm sorry," you whispered, meaning it in ways that went beyond just doing your job.

He said nothing. Just simply got up and left.

After that day you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it was because you understood loss, having losing your parents when you were seventeen.

Maybe it was because Tyler reminded you of yourself—alone, trying to carry a weight too heavy for one person.

Or maybe, somewhere in the quiet spaces between your brief meeting, you began to notice how his presence stirred something inside you.

You reached out to him in the days that followed.

At first it was professional; checking in to make sure he was managing with the loss. But those conversations quickly became more.

Tyler had a way of looking at you, of really seeing you, that made it impossible not to want to be around him.

He wasn’t just some grieving son; he was kind, resilient—strong in ways you didn’t expect.

Weeks passed and with each interaction the distance between you shrank.

Sometimes you'd find yourselves talking after work, just the two of you walking through the dimly lit corridors of the colony, shoulders brushing every now and then.

It felt easy with him.

He made you laugh in those rare moments when you’d let yourself forget where you were or what life had taken from you both.

Yeah you found him attractive, but it was more than that. Tyler had a quiet charm, a steadiness that drew you in.

He didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve, but when he smiled—really smiled—it was like the room brightened a little.

And as the weeks turned into months you realized your feelings for him weren’t just out of sympathy. They had grown into something real.

It wasn’t long before he felt the same.

One night, after a particularly long shift, you sat together in one of the colony’s communal areas sharing stories of the people you once were before the weight of loss settled into your lives.

He listened with a soft gaze as you spoke, and when it was his turn he opened up in a way that surprised you.

"I’ve never been good at this," he admitted as his fingers absently traced the rim of his cup. "Talking I mean. About things that matter. But you...you make it easy."

You smiled at that, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your chest. "You make it easy too."

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. A natural pause that led to Tyler reaching for your hand across the table.

His fingers slid across your palm warm and tentative, as if he was waiting for you to pull away.

You didn’t. You never would.

From then on your relationship with Tyler changed.

You found yourselves seeking each other out more—lingering together in the hidden corners of the colony where you could talk, kiss, and be.

It wasn’t long before you officially started dating, falling into a routine of stolen moments amidst the shift changes and other responsibilities.

Tyler became your constant—a presence you leaned on, someone you could be vulnerable with.

It wasn’t just about comforting each other anymore.

You had both found something more even in the middle of all that darkness.

It was love.

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Your mind often lingered on those early days with Tyler.

The bond you’d built felt so natural, so inevitable—two people finding each other in the chaos of life on Jackson's Star.

But as the memories swirled, reality crept back in, pulling you from the haze of nostalgia.

A faint headache throbbed at your temples, the familiar sensation of fatigue weighing you down.

"Still not feeling well huh?"

You blinked, startled by the familiar voice breaking through the quiet.

Looking up you saw your supervisor Mary-Anne standing at your desk, her brows knitted in concern.

The older woman had been watching over you since you first started working here—almost like a mother figure always checking in and making sure you weren’t overworking yourself.

You offered her a weak smile and brush it off with a shrug. "It’s nothing. You know I always get sick this time of year. I’ll be fine."

Mary-Anne didn’t seem convinced. She crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing slightly as she studied you.

"It’s been nearly a month now," she pointed out with a gentle firm voice. "And you’re looking worse, not better."

You opened your mouth to protest to offer another excuse, but the words faltered under her knowing gaze.

She wasn’t buying it. And truth be told neither were you.

The exhaustion, lightheadedness, the constant dull headache—they hadn’t gone away.

They lingered, gnawing at you day after day, but you didn’t have the luxury of slowing down.

Not with everything going on. Not with your brother to look after.

"Look," she softened her tone as she uncrossed her arms, "at least think about going to the colony infirmary. Have them run a few tests, maybe even take a few days off. You’re no good to anyone if you push yourself too hard."

You let out a sigh knowing she wouldn’t let this go until you agreed. "Yeah...okay. M-maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it."

Mary-Anne gives you a pointed look. "Matter of fact you should take the rest of the shift off. Start your break early. I’ll handle everything."

A teasing grin tugged at your lips. "You’ve got to stop babying me Mary-Anne. I’ve been working here for what, four years years now?"

Her eyes twinkled with a hint of playfulness despite the undercurrent of concern. "Four years or not, I’m still your supervisor. Now do you want to go home or do you want me to keep you here until you drop?"

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Okay okay. I’ll go."

"Good." As you stood from your desk gathering a few things, Mary-Anne gave you a fond but stern look. "And make sure to actually rest this time."

With a playful salute you waved her off, murmuring quick goodbyes to the few coworkers still nearby.

Stepping out into the corridor, the cool air of the colony brush against your skin.

Even when the low hum of the machinery and distant echoes of workers filled the background, your mind was elsewhere, drifting into the memories that tugged at your heart with every step you took.

Tyler.

It had been a little over a year since you two had broken up, but the weight of it still lingered like a bruise that refused to fade.

You hadn’t meant for things to end the way they did.

In fact when you’d first met you never imagined you’d get to a point where you couldn’t even look at each other.

But life on Jackson’s Star had a way of weighing people down until there was no energy left to give.

Your thoughts circled back to February of 2141—the month everything fell apart. You had recently turned 22, Tyler nearing his 23rd birthday.

For two years you’d been together, navigating the colony’s harsh environment as best you could. But it was never easy.

How could it be with the constant grind, the pressure of survival, and the burden of responsibility weighing on both of your shoulders?

Tyler had been slowly drowning under the weight of his family’s expectations.

His father grew weaker by the day, forcing him to step up as the head of the house to care for both himself and his younger sister Kay.

And you? You had your own responsibilities.

Your younger brother, who was just 16 at the time, depended on you since the day you’d both lost your parents.

You were only 17 when it happened after all. Having been placed into the role of caretaker at such a young age forced you to grow up faster than you wanted to.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault, not really.

The stress, the exhaustion—it chipped away at your relationship bit by bit.

Neither of you had the time, energy, or the space to take care of each other the way you used to.

Tyler had been overwhelmed with his responsibilities at home and you had been too wrapped up in your own struggles.

Somewhere along the way you both drifted apart, like two ships in a dark endless sea.

You still loved Tyler—of course you did. But love didn’t change the fact that Jackson’s Star was slowly tearing you apart.

You could still remember the night you broke up.

It wasn’t a decision you’d made lightly, but at the time it felt like the only way to survive.

You couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine when deep down you both knew this was coming for a long time.

And so, you called it off.

Tyler had been quiet. He didn’t argue. He just simply nodded, eyes dull.

After that there had been silence. Weeks passed without a word between you two. That was until...

Your steps slowed, breath catching as the memory washed over you.

Two months after the breakup Tyler had shown up at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

You’d been surprised, standing there in the doorway staring at him.

He looked different—older, more broken than before. He barely managed to speak before the words tumbled out.

His father died.

You’d let him in without a second thought. He was shaking, barely holding it together as you led him inside.

That night you didn’t need words. He didn’t need to explain anything. He simply fell into your arms and you held him close, comforting him the way you used to.

The pain, the grief, the love you still held for each other—it all blurred together.

It was so easy to fall back into the intimacy you’d shared. Before you knew it you were kissing, the heat of it familiar, pulling you both under.

Didn’t take long before you ended up in bed tangled in each other, the lines between comfort and passion mixing until they were one of the same.

But the morning after reality settled back in. You didn’t speak of it. He left your apartment quietly and you let him go.

No words were exchanged, no promises made. You hadn’t spoken since.

And now as you walked through the dim corridors of the colony, the weight of that night pressed on you.

Three months. Three months since you’d seen Tyler and part of you wondered if you ever would again.

The guilt gnawed at you—had you made the right choice? Should you have fought harder for him and the relationship you’d built together?

Or had you both done the best you could in a place that seemed designed to break you?

Your heart ached at the thought. There were no easy answers nor clean resolutions.

Turning the corner toward your living quarters you froze.

Standing outside your door, looking as nervous as you’d ever seen him, was Tyler.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The world around you faded—the hum of the colony, the distant chatter of workers—leaving only the sight of him standing there.

His hair was a little longer and there was a weariness in his posture that hadn’t been there before. But he was still the same Tyler you’d fallen for all those years ago.

When he saw you his eyes softened.

"Hey," his voice was barely audible over the hum of the corridor.

"Tyler..." You try to keep the surprise from your voice but it was there and you both knew it.

The air between you was thick with everything left unsaid. You weren’t sure what to expect.

Was he here to talk about that night? To explain why he’d disappeared afterward?

You swallow down the flood of emotions rising up and force yourself to stay calm. "What are you doing here?"

He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting around before finally settling on you again.

"Can we talk?" He sounded unsure like he half-expected you to say no. "I uh...I didn’t mean to just show up like this."

Not trusting your voice you simply nod. Stepping past him to unlock the door, it slides open with a soft hiss before you enter.

Tyler follow behind all the way to your bedroom, his presence filling the small space with an odd tension.

“I just need to check on my brother,” you muttered. You needed a second to breathe, to collect yourself.

He watch as you disappear down the narrow hallway.

The familiar hum of the colony’s systems thrummed beneath your feet as you knocked lightly on your brother’s door.

“Everything good?” you asked softly when he opened it. He nod, already dressed in his uniform ready for his shift.

“Yeah just heading out now,” he offer you a small smile. Giving you a farewell kiss on the cheek, he brushes past you and make his way out the house.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and make your way back to your bedroom.

When you returned Tyler was looking at pictures taped on the wall.

He looked up as you re-entered, and the two of you just stared at each other, neither of you knowing how to begin.

"I...I know it’s been a while and I...I'm sorry. I’m sorry I disappeared after that...night. I should have reached out I know that. I just—” He paused, searching for the right words, his eyes flicking to yours. “I didn’t know what to say.”

The rawness in his voice cuts you deep. You hadn’t expected an apology, not like this.

For months you had told yourself it was just the way things had to be; two people who couldn’t make it work even though they tried.

But hearing the regret in his voice made it all feel real again, like a wound being reopened.

"It's fine. Plus it's partially my fault," you admit quietly. "I shouldn't have assumed that night would...I don’t know fix things?" Your eyes lower as you avoid his gaze. "But then you left and I realized how foolish it was."

Tyler fiercely shook his head. "No. No it's not fine. I never should have left. Not like that."

He took a breath to steady himself before continuing, his words coming faster as if he was afraid he might lose the nerve if he didn’t say it all at once. "I was a coward. I should have told you then but I couldn’t. I couldn’t admit that I never stopped loving you."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected, and suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

Tyler’s eyes were searching yours now, desperate—almost pleading.

“I was an idiot for letting you go. I thought I was doing the right thing but all I did was make everything worse. It’s been hell without you and I didn’t realize how much I needed you until it was too late. I just—” His voice cracked slightly as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know how to fix this, but I need you to know that I love you; always have and always will..”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt the tear slide down your face.

Everything you buried—the emotions you had pushed down after your breakup, rose to the surface.

Without thinking you closed the distance. Your hands reached for him before you could stop yourself and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss was hungry, desperate as if the months of silence had all been leading up to this.

His lips crashed into yours with the same intensity and you could feel the pent-up emotion behind every movement.

It wasn’t soft or gentle; it was years of love, loss, and longing that you couldn’t put into words.

Tyler’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

You kissed him harder, trying to pour every unspoken feeling into that moment, your breaths mingling as you both lost yourselves to the kiss.

Tyler suddenly pulled away, his breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against yours. Hands still gripping your waist, his body trembled slightly.

“I—” He swallowed. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”

Your heart is still pounding in your chest as you look up at him. “What is it?”

His gaze drop to the floor for a second before he look back at you. "We found a way to leave Jackson’s Star. And I want you to come with me."

You blinked. "What?" your voice was barely above a whisper.

You weren’t sure if you heard him right or if your mind was still reeling from the intensity of the kiss you just had.

"There’s an old Weyland-Yutani station me and the others found. Bjorn, Navarro, and I...we’ve been working on fixing up a hauler, Corbelan IV. We’re planning to leave for Yvaga.” Tyler's eyes searched yours, watching the realization wash over you.

It took a moment for the gravity of what he was saying to fully hit you. Leave? You had spent years on Jackson’s Star.

The idea of leaving—of escaping to somewhere else, somewhere better—was almost too overwhelming to grasp.

You shook your head slowly as disbelief settled in.

“I—what?” Your voice cracked, barely able to keep up with your thoughts. “Tyler. H-how...how is this even possible?”

“We’ve been working on it for a while now,” his hands moved to gently cup your face. “Kay just needs to convince Rain to use Andy to access the ship-mother's systems so we can get to the hyper-sleep chambers. Once that’s done: You, me...we don’t have to stay in this place anymore.”

The way he said it so full of hope made your heart flutter.

For the first time in a long while you saw a future outside of Jackson’s Star, a way out of the endless cycle that had worn both of you down.

But then reality came crashing back.

Your brother.

He was still too young, barely begun working.

The colony had strict rules about who could leave and when—everyone had to meet their quota of hours to even be eligible for a transfer.

It could take years before he would be able to leave and you couldn’t abandon him. You and he were all each other had left.

"My brother. He doesn't have enough hours to transfer yet. It could be years before he's able to leave." You step back slightly, pulling yourself out of his grasp as your thoughts raced. "I can't just...leave him here."

Tyler’s face fell, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.

"We’ll figure it out," he pleaded. "Andy. H-he's a synthetic! Yeah—he can stay behind and watch over him. You know he’s capable of it. Once we’re safe, once we’ve settled on Yvaga we’ll come back for him."

You could hear the desperation in his voice and it tugged at your heart.

You wanted to believe him, to trust that things would somehow work out, but the uncertainty was gnawing at you.

Your brother was all you had left after everything.

Could you trust that it would work out? Could you really leave him behind even for the chance of a new life?

The hesitation clawed at you making it hard to breathe.

Seeing that you weren’t convinced, Tyler stepped closer again, his hands finding yours as he pulled you gently toward the bed. “Please just...think about it.”

He sat down, eyes locked onto yours as he spoke. “If I wake up tomorrow and you’re not beside me, I’ll know you’re not coming. But if you are...” He let the rest of the sentence linger in the air.

A small smile tugged at your lips despite the turmoil inside you.

“Is this how you trick your way into my bed?” you teased softly, the tension easing just a bit. “You didn’t even ask to spend the night.”

Tyler’s lips twitched into a small grin. “Can I stay the night?”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm I don’t know. Maybe you’ll have to work for it first.”

His grin widened, and before you could tease anymore, he leaned in capturing you in a kiss.

Tension melted away as his arms wrapped around to pull you closer.

It was both tender and longing—full of everything you both had been holding back for months.

Tyler’s touch was familiar; his lips soft but filled with the desperation of someone trying to hold on to something in fear it might slip away.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, body responding to his in ways that felt like fire burning within your veins.

His hands slid down your waist, fingers gently brushing against your skin as he began to pull at the fabric of your shirt.

Kissing back with equal fervor, your hands move to his shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion.

Clothes fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment and as you sank into the bed together.

For now the decision could wait.

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Tyler woke slowly the next morning, the faint hum of the colony's machines working in the background as he stretched beneath the covers.

Eyes still closed, for a brief blissful moment he thought about last night, the memory still fresh in his mind.

But as he reached out for you his hand met only cold air.

His eyes snapped open, panic flooding his chest as he realized the bed beside him was empty.

You weren’t there.

His heart raced as he sat up to scan the room. Empty.

The space next to him where you had been was cold and untouched. For a long moment he sat in silence, staring at the space beside him.

The weight of your absence pressed down on him like a heavy stone in his chest. You were gone.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t. The hope he had held onto so tightly the night before was slipping through his fingers.

All that remained now was a empty space, silence—the painful reality that you had made your choice:

You weren’t coming with him.

[infin1ty-garden]

can i request a rain fic??

the group is hanging out (let’s pretend romulus didn’t happen) and bjorn or tyler keeps flirting with reader and rain is like ?? because that’s HER girl. i didn’t want to add too much so you can decide where to go with it 🩷

୭🧷✧˚. MINE

⋆｡°✩ summary: [ in request ] ⋆｡°✩ pairing: rain carradine x fem! reader ⋆｡°✩ warnings: none ⋆｡°✩ word count: 352 ⋆｡°✩ author note: i just rewatched alien: romulus

masterlist. & the alien masterlist

Despite everything, the crew had arrived at Yvaga safely. They have been living on the planet for two months now. Rain still talked to Kay and Tyler. Bjorn and Navarro are a different story. She had met and fell in love with a girl, the most wonderful person ever. But neglected to mention it to Kay or Tyler. It was a new relationship, she wanted it to last.

Kay, Tyler and her usually schedule a meet up once a week. Rain decided that would be the time to introduce you to them. They decided to hang out at a bar. It was the middle of the week, so in theory there should be less people there. As the moment approached Rain got more and more nervous untill she was standing right infront of them.

Words escaped her completely. Why was she so nervous? "Hi! You must be Kay and Tyler. Rain has told me a lot about you." You took the liberty of introducing yourself. Rain just sat down next to you. The nerves didn't leave her. She also noticed you never mentioning being her girlfriend. Tyler kept looking at Rain but she was in her own world.

You interlaced your fingers together. Hoping such a small act could ground her. You continued to talk to Tyler and Kay respectively and noticed Tyler started "subtly" flirting with you. Kay rolled her eyes anytime he did that. It snapped Rain out of her own head. "What did you just say?" Now, Tyler was the one being nervous. Such intensity from her was not what he expected.

"I uh...." he was speechless. Kay tried calming the situation a bit. "Are you flirting with MY girlfriend?" Now, both Kay and Tyler were confused. "You have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, we’ve been dating for more than a month now, and It’s serious. I wanted you to get to know each other. Because I hope we spend a lot more time together." The rest of the night went on smoothly. You got to know Rain's friends and form your own friendship with them. It was a great time.

Thanks for reading and requesting!

[bumblesimagines]

Metamorphosis

Request: Yes or No

Summary: In the aftermath of everything they've gone through, regret and grief settles in.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Alien warnings, mentions of death and injuries, pregnancy mention, homoeroticism and unplanned pregnancies will be the death of us all, survivors guilt, favorite type of ending hehe haha

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Space is typically defined as the infinite expanse between celestial bodies; the perfect vacuum where stars, planets, and other bodies move freely unless bound by the pull of gravity keeping them within an orbit.

When (Y/N) was younger, he'd sit huddled beneath his blanket with a flashlight illuminating an old tablet showcasing outer space, or more specifically, the sun. 

Per his less-than-impressive lessons and all the information he accessed throughout the years, suns are defined as large spherical stars made up of plasma and energy that are able to pull other celestial bodies into an orbit thus creating a system.

His home planet, LV-410, was a ringed planet part of the Alpheios System with its very own sun. Except, his home, or preferably his hell, was covered in thick clouds and smog that made it impossible to see the sun. 

His glee was immense when he laid eyes on it for the first time. It was bright, brighter than he ever imagined, but the prospect of finding a new home far, far away from his mining colony was more exciting.

Up until that point, his future was clear: work at the mines until he dropped dead from age or died from a terminal illness caused by the working conditions. But a new star system, a new planet, opened up a whole new world of opportunities. 

His glee died with the rest of his friends.

It had to have been at least a day, maybe two.. maybe even three, since he allowed his friends to convince him to search an obsolete Weyland-Yutani ship for its cryosleep chambers. It seemed far-fetched, at first, to find enough chambers with enough fuel to get them all to Yvaga in nine years but they did it. Tyler, Bjorn, and Andy found the damned chambers and fuel... at the biggest cost.

"What do you think Yvaga is going to be like?" Kay asked softly, her wayward curls tickling his chin as she curled further into his body. Her fingers toyed with his hand, fingertips going over the wrinkles on his knuckles and then pressing into the callouses on his skin from his work in the mines. 

"Well, for starters, we'll see the sun each time we wake up." He told her, lips brushing against her hair before they pressed into the crown of her head. His other hand that'd been massaging her hip (partly out of nerves for the others after Rain and Navarro rushed off in a panic) trekked upward until it rested only the slight curve of her belly. Kay smiled.

"He'll know what the sun's like from the moment he's born, huh?"

"He?"

Kay shrugged and giggled, brushing curls away from her face to peer up at him properly. "It's just a feeling I have. I think it's going to be a boy." She smiled again, bigger and happier this time. "Our son."

"Yeah," He chuckled. The idea of fatherhood still floated above his head, not yet fully sunken in. It was weird yet exciting, in a way. "You know Bjorn will demand we name him after him then, right?"

"No." Lines formed when Kay crinkled her nose and she quickly shook her head. "No way. Not happening."

Their laughter followed though it was abruptly cut off when Navarro stumbled past the bed with a pale face and wide, frantic eyes, her body swaying and nearly crashing into the walls around her.

They moved immediately and Kay hurried after her adoptive cousin with concerned questions tumbling out of her mouth one right after the other. (Y/N) turned in the direction she came from, but when no one else followed, he moved. 

"Bjorn? Tyler?" He called into the deck below. He could hear someone's frantic breathing and a flurry of words drenched in a familiar accent he'd grown to dislike. "Bjorn? You okay, man?" 

He never liked the bastard, but he was still Tyler and Kay's cousin, so he climbed down the yellow emergency ladder into the deck leading toward the airlock and docking bay to check on him. Tyler's voice flowed into the rooms from the intercom, laced with irritation and demanding Bjorn to open the door.

His pace quickened and just as he laid eyes on the bandana-wearing idiot, the ship suddenly began moving sideways. He stumbled, catching himself on the ladder but when he managed to steady himself, he heard Kay's horrified scream echo above him. 

Before he could even begin to react, his body was thrown sideways with a collision and slammed into the far-side wall.

He'd been staring at the wall ever since the thing was vacuumed into space. His mind was elsewhere.

It was back home in his trailer on the rickety tablet reading about the godforsaken sun. It was back in the mines where each time he took a breath he felt the overwhelming urge to cough until his lungs gave out. It was in front of the Harrison's trailer when Tyler confronted him about his feelings for Kay with hot tears of betrayal coating his grime-covered cheeks.

It was anywhere but present.

Rain's footsteps were muffled to his ears, barely audible to him until she stood right in front of him. He stared at her legs instead, and then at her face when she crouched down to be at eye-level with him.

Her face was blurry until he blinked, momentarily bringing himself back into his body. Her blue eyes stared back at him, squinted with concern and exhaustion. Her lips moved but, like her footsteps, her words were muffled. 

Rain squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her shoulders with a heavy sigh. She pressed her palms into the floor and crawled into the spot beside him where she mimicked his position and propped her arms on her knees.

Rain stared at the wall with him for a few minutes as her chest began to rise and fall more quickly, her cracked lips trembling uncontrollably. Her body soon shook with sobs and hiccups. 

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream and punch and kick but his body remained in place on the floor. He wanted to think he was dying; he desperately wished he was, otherwise, he'd have to come to terms with whatever was inside him. He stared at the wall because if he looked at his hands he'd notice the once all-consuming pain in his body had faded. He'd be prompted to take a look at his hip. He'd remember all too clearly.

He was supposed to be dead.

"(Y/N)?" A hushed, annoyingly familiar voice whispered into his ear, trembling and frightened. "C'mon, man, please. I know you hate me but please.. wake up."

A groan formed on his lips, but a rough hand slapped over his mouth to muffle it. A throbbing pain in the back of his head and across his shoulders intensified as he began to wake fully, each movement sending a spark of pain up his spine. He cracked his eyes open and looked into Bjorn's wide, glistening eyes. They shut briefly when he exhaled in relief, then he brought a shaky finger to his lips to make a shushing motion. 

(Y/N) pressed his lips together tightly to refrain from questioning him about the collision, about the flickering lights. Any other day, he might've, but he'd never seen Bjorn look so pale with fear before. Bjorn was cocky, confident, and an overall asshole, but he bulldozed into everything headfirst. He never left space for fear. (Y/N)'s heart rapidly sunk into his stomach and he raised a hand to touch the blood clinging to the side of Bjorn's head. What the hell was going on?

Slowly and carefully, Bjorn helped him onto his step and brought his finger to his lips again before he pointed down the long corridor that led to the airlock. Right at the end of the corridor attached to the wall was something large, fleshly, and dripping with a thick fluid that pulsated every few seconds. (Y/N)'s head whipped around to look at Bjorn wide-eyed. 

Bjorn stepped closer to him and brought himself close to his ear, his breath hot and trembling. "It- It came... from Navarro's chest.."

(Y/N) could only stare at him in bewilderment until his heart skipped a beat and his body stiffened with alarm. Kay. His eyes shot over to the ladder and he staggered toward it, his teeth grinding together at every ache and protest from his body demanding a moment of rest.

He stopped when a shadow blocked the light flickering from above. Hot tears of relief pricked at the back of his eyes at the sight of Kay making her way down the ladder with scrapes and bruises but still alive.

The moment the bottom of her shoes were securely on the metal floor, she whirled around and threw her arms around him. Her body trembled with muffled sobs and her tears formed wet spots on his shirt, her face only digging further into him when he cradled her body into his. The splattered blood on her face and Bjorn's words only meant one thing: Navarro was dead.

Kay pulled back and parted her lips, but Bjorn made the shushing motion again and nodded for them to follow him down the corridor toward the door. (Y/N) took Kay's shaking hand in his and kept her behind him as they followed Bjorn. His ears picked up the sharp inhale Kay took at the sight of the cocoon on the wall. Bjorn limped toward a small station at the wall, where he attached the plug to his shock baton. 

(Y/N)'s eyes flickered toward the door. They needed to leave. For Kay's sake. For the baby's sake.

Bjorn jabbed the baton into the cocoon and shouted desperately as blue electrically sparked brightly inside the cocoon, inhuman shrills and shrieks leaving the creature inside. The box sparked brightly and gave out within minutes, making the lights in the ship flicker more wildly. (Y/N) tugged on Kay's arm and hurried past Bjorn toward the door. They needed to leave now-

Bjorn screamed in pain and the two spun around, catching the end of a long armored tail slipping back into the cocoon while Bjorn groaned and clutched his eye. Blood oozed from between his fingers and trailed down his wrist as he withered in pain on the floor until a liquid dripping from the cocoon fell on him.

(Y/N) swallowed down the urge to vomit his lunch when the sizzling sound and smell of skin burning reached him. 

"Kay, we need to move." He hissed and turned away, freeing his hand from her tight hold to frantically press the button but it beeped in error each time. He could feel a sob begin to bubble in his throat. None of the buttons he pressed did anything but beep in error. "Kay, Kay, please, we have to leave."  

Kay backed up until she was pressed against the door, her eyes wide and breaths leaving her in short bursts. (Y/N) refused to turn to look at what she was staring at. "I-I don't know. I don't- I don't know. I don't know." 

"Kay? (Y/N)?" Tyler's quiet voice spoke through the intercom. Too quiet, too breathy for the guy who lost his mind when it came to his little sister. For the guy willing to take a punch for him. He sounded scared. "I'm here. I'm here." 

More noises from behind him. Kay released a horrified whimper. (Y/N) mashed his thumb into every button on the pad.

"The door, Tyler, the door." (Y/N) made the mistake of glancing back. There was something big emerging from the cocoon. (Y/N) was certain his finger was going to break from how hard he was pressing each button. "It- It won't open, Ty, it won't open. Ty, please. Ty-"

"There's a key, (Y/N). There's a-" Tyler inhaled quietly, sharply. "Look for a key."

Kay dropped down to the floor and began combing it for a key, her head whipping around in each direction until her hand darted out to snatch something a few inches away from his feet. She stumbled onto her feet and jammed the key into the keyhole, her curls tumbling back and forth over her shoulder with each glance she stole at the creature. (Y/N) pulled on the lever and the door opened for them, invading the space with cool air. 

(Y/N) looked over his shoulder and almost choked on his breath. The creature, the fucking alien, looked straight from a tale of horror told to kids to keep them from going out alone. Its black skeletal frame slowly rose onto its long hind legs and its long cylinder-shaped head cocked in their direction, rows of teeth exposing with a low hiss.

(Y/N) took Kay's hand in his and bolted past the door, only for a scream to rip from their throats as they fell and collided with the metal floor below. Black spotting filled his vision and a heaviness tugged at his eyelids but he felt Kay's fingers twitch and spasm in his palm.

He picked up the click of sprinklers and his body jerked at the sensation of cold water hitting him, the soft pelting soothing his warm skin and coaxing the need to shut his eyes completely out of his system.

He remained still and listened to his breathing, the sound of the water hitting the floor, and waited for any sign of the monstrous creature.

With a soft, breathy groan, (Y/N) shielded his eyes from the bright light above and the water as he forced himself to sit up despite the pain spreading through his muscles. He looked down at Kay when she grunted, his eyes darting from her contorted features to her belly.

Something moved.

The baby was kicking, he realized. Another kick and Kay's hand flew down to clutch her belly with a wince. He was old enough to kick. 

(Y/N) shook his head. He'd worry about the baby's development later, once they were far, far away from the alien. His hand clutched her forearm and he helped her move to the edge of the platform. They hopped down, the groan and creaking of the metal prompting them to hurry beneath the catwalk and out of sight. They crawled beneath it and then, something hard landed on the catwalk. 

Immediately, (Y/N) pulled Kay closer until she was halfway beneath him and pressed his hand to her mouth. He held his breath and froze, waiting for the creature to rip through the metal and tear into him, but its feet thumped against the catwalk when it moved away. He couldn't deduce if his shaking was from the cold water or the fear pumping through him.

He lifted his head, slowly and almost hesitantly, at the sound of more clanking. He caught it dragging the bodies of Bjorn and Navarro away down another hall and took his hand away from Kay's mouth to push at her back until she scrambled toward the end and carefully hopped down.

He followed after her, taking quick glances in the direction of the hallway while they made their way through what seemed to be a former storage room in the direction of the only other exit. Kay rushed over to it and frantically tapped the buttons but an alarm began blaring above them instead. 

"Access denied."

(Y/N)'s head snapped toward the hallway and he waited with baited breath for it to appear again. Something slammed against the door and when he spun around to look, Tyler's face greeted them on the other side. His lips moved but the thickness of the door and walls muffled whatever he was telling them.

Rain and Andy appeared behind them and Andy stepped toward the panel, only to grow still instead of opening the door for them. In the reflection of the glass window, (Y/N) caught sight of the huge figure climbing out of the hallway and Andy backed away.

Kay slammed her palms against the door, her shoulders jerking with each hiccup. "Open the door. Tyler, please, open the door."

Tyler's wide eyes flickered between them, his lips moving quicker with what he assumed were meant to be reassuring words. (Y/N) grinded his teeth together to keep them from clattering and ignored every instinct in his body screaming at him.

He swallowed, a few tears slipping down his cheeks, and he turned around to face the alien. It stared back at him, or he assumed. It had no visible eyes, and its pitch-black skin was scarred and burnt from Bjorn's attack. 

"Get the door open, Ty."

(Y/N) walked cautiously, every movement he made slow as if he were dealing with one of the aggressive drunks back home. He ignored Kay's crying, the desperate muffled shouting that grew louder. The alien tracked him, its large head turning to follow him. It hissed and bared its teeth again, its drool dripping from its mouth and onto the container it'd perched itself on. Its long, blade-tipped tail waved behind it threateningly, twitching with anticipation. 

It moved and barely made a sound. Its long limbs extended downward toward the floor, claws scraping lightly against the metal and tail raising even higher. (Y/N) glanced past it to look back at Kay. She shook her head desperately and clutched her belly, her legs nearly giving out beneath her from how hard she sobbed. He took a breath and bolted. 

He didn't get very far before a sharp, hot pain erupted from his hip, and blood splattered on the container beside him. There was another hiss, but not from behind him. Kay's scream was short-lived.

"This was all for nothing." His throat ached, parched. Rain's head whipped around to look at him, strands of her short brown hair swishing and hitting her flushed red cheeks. "This was all for fucking nothing."

"No." Rain whispered and she shook her head rapidly, her body moving to kneel beside him and stare into the side of his face. "No, no, it can't be. We- We have to get to Yvaga, (Y/N). We have to."

"There is no we, Rain!" (Y/N) snapped with a hot flash of unsuspected anger, the fury so bright and overwhelming he wanted to smash her head into the wall. Rain flinched and leaned back, away from him with wide eyes. His legs slumped and he quickly moved his shaking hands beneath his thighs, keeping them pinned and out of sight. That wasn't right. He wasn't right. "Everyone's dead."

"But you and me and Andy aren't, (Y/N). We came here.. for those fucking chambers. They wanted to get to Yvaga. We have to go... for- for them and for ourselves. Please... nine years is too long. You're- You're..." Rain swallowed and licked her lips. Her mouth opened and closed whilst she searched for the right words. His arm jerked when her fingertips grazed along it. "You're... alive. Andy says there's something different-"

"No shit, Rain." (Y/N) hissed. "I'm sick."

He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Everything hurt. 

Each breath he took felt as if someone had lit his lungs on fire and his stomach churned with nausea. His left side was numb, lost to any sensation and tingling. Something warm soaked through his pant leg and made the fabric cling to his skin. He thought about closing his eyes, thought about giving into the drowsiness weighing him down. 

Someone let out a wheezy grunt across from him. Soft, high-pitched. Kay.

He tried lifting his head but it only twitched, and any words he tried to speak only came out in low hums that vibrated in his throat. His vision was too blurry to see anything past the faint outline of his hanging arms splattered with blood. Where were they? He only remembered something stiff and hard stabbing through his body before his vision had darkened. 

"Kay?! (Y/N)?!" 

Tyler... sweet, sweet Tyler. Tyler who'd forced him into a friendship when they were seven; Tyler who'd waited outside his trailer every day to hang out; Tyler who'd smiled at him so lovingly and then broken his heart by dating Rain; Tyler who'd punched him when he learned he hooked up with Kay. Tyler.. who was still alive. 

A groan emitted from his chest. He had to focus. He blinked sluggishly and demanded his limbs to move. His fingers twitched, spasming and jerking until he could curl most of them into a fist. He took another, shaky breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Everything throbbed and ached. He ignored it as best he could and forced his eyes open, his vision focusing just a little more.

"Kay! (Y/N)!" 

Quick footsteps approached them and Tyler's face appeared below him, his big brown eyes peering up at him. Tyler smiled so big (Y/N) was sure it'd hurt his cheeks. Tyler began peeling away at the slime and debris keeping him attached to the wall until his body slumped forward and almost toppled them both over.

(Y/N)'s back pressed against cool metal. A railing. Where were they? He stopped caring when his vision finally focused and he watched Rain and Tyler catch Kay's pale, shivering body. Her eyes kept rolling to the back of her head.

"They- They're losing blood, Tyler." Rain crawled toward him and pressed her hand into his side, apologies leaving her in almost incoherent babbles when he groaned and tilted his head back.

His chest stuttered and he braced himself to look at the damage. His shirt was ripped and blood was rapidly oozing from between Rain's fingers. No matter how hard she pressed, it kept coming. He was going to die. "It's too much. It's too much blood." Rain babbled.

"Maybe that's why they haven't been implanted yet." Andy sounded too cold, too detached.

His head lolled back again. He felt cold, so, so cold. The world began to spin in a whirl, blurring and merging together into one big blob. Their voices came and went, muffled then clear then muffled again. Pain flared again when Rain pressed harder into his side with one hand and then cupped his cheek with the other, warm blood rubbing across his skin.

She looked terrified. 

Another garbled groan. Andy slung his arm around his shoulder and then heaved him up onto his weak, nearly limp legs. His hand pressed into (Y/N)'s side, hard and enough for his legs to give out. Andy kept him upright. He expected a pun, some stupid joke to take the edge off, but Andy remained silent as he effortlessly ran with the others, his hand managing to remain still enough to not cause any more damage. (Y/N) wanted to vomit. 

Suddenly, Andy froze and squinted. (Y/N) raised his head and blinked the tears from his eyes, blinked the blur away for a fleeting moment. An alien moved along the wall, creeping upward so silently it avoided being noticed by Rain while she cupped Kay's face and comforted her. Tyler tore himself away from the lift's gate and leaped in front of Rain right as the tail darted forward. 

(Y/N) couldn't even scream.

He staggered forward, shoving the silent Andy aside, and clung onto the railing. His legs shook and another hiccuping sob tore through his chest. The tail cut cleanly through Tyler's shoulder and then lifted him upward, tearing through his shoulder by inches. Andy moved, but the alien used Tyler's squirming body to toss him back before it lifted Tyler through a hole in the ceiling and disappeared with him. Andy seized beside him but (Y/N) only stared at the ceiling. 

His feet took him toward Kay and Rain right before his legs buckled and gave out, sending jolts of pain up his thighs from his sore knees. Rain wrapped an arm around his chest and dragged him toward the waiting lift as best as she could before returning for Kay.

With the last bit of his energy, he rolled over onto his back and tried looking for Kay but his head remained tilted to the side. Black dots invaded his vision and his breath grew even more labored. 

(Y/N) stared hopelessly at the flickering lights passing by the rapidly moving lift. He wondered what his son would look like, what Kay would name him when she got to Yvaga. He hoped she told him tales of his uncle, of all the stupid antics they got up to.

The exhausting weight pressing down on his body won and he released a shaky, wheezy breath. Just as he let his eyes flutter shut, his shirt was lifted and something pricked into his abdomen. 

Then, there was a sensation that tore a groan from his body and made his back arch. It was cold, as if ice had been directly injected into his veins, and made him cough and gasp.

Sweat dripped from his pores and his heartbeat pounded in his ears, strong and pumping and overwhelmingly alive. A small cylinder rolled around near his head, empty and with droplets of a black liquid inside it. 

"You're not sick." Rain asserted and roughly rubbed the tear streaks on her cheeks, her voice too shaky for him to believe a single word she spoke. "You're just different. Maybe- Maybe there's a cure on Yvaga or- or a way to get the compound out of you. Someone.. someone will know what to do." 

(Y/N)'s hands shot toward himself and he tore the remainder of his shirt until his torso was exposed to the cool air flowing through the ship. The large slice the alien left when it pierced its tail right above his hipbone had mended itself together, leaving black scabbing behind that uncomfortably resembled the hard material of the alien's skeleton.

He grabbed Rain's wrist and yanked on it until her palm was pressed into the scar left behind. It should've hurt, it should ached or burned with hot searing pain but he felt nothing. 

"I'm not just different, Rain. Something's changing me..." Her watered eyes jumped up to meet his gaze. "Something's inside me."

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Tyler Harrison Would Include:

Yandere Tyler is extremely possessive and obsessive about his love interest. He constantly worries and frets about your well-being and keeps track of your location at all times, not out of distrust but rather due to his overwhelming need to protect you at all costs. He can sometimes come off as overbearing and suffocating, constantly asking about your whereabouts and who you're with. Tyler is also prone to violent outbursts if he feels his love interest is in any danger, and will go to extremes to keep you safe, even if it means hurting others. He can also be overly jealous and suspicious.

Tyler loves showering his love interest with gifts and attention, and he becomes extremely upset if he perceives any of your attention drifting towards others. However, he will try to prevent this by isolating his love interest from your friends and family, convinced that he alone can keep you safe. Yandere Tyler's love can sometimes lead to unhealthy and damaging behavior, as he becomes increasingly consumed by his obsession and desperation to hold onto the person he loves.

Despite these negative traits, there is a softer side to Yandere Tyler as well. Deep down, he truly cares for his love interest and wants to protect you from harm. He can also be very thoughtful and romantic, planning elaborate gestures and surprises to impress his love. However, his love can also be self-destructive, as he is willing to sacrifice his own happiness and well-being to ensure that you stay by his side.

Tyler often struggles with low self-esteem and insecurity, convinced that he doesn't deserve your affection and that he could lose you at any moment. This leads him to constantly strive to prove his worthiness to you, sometimes to a detrimental extent.

Yandere Tyler can become controlling and manipulative, trying to dictate your lifestyle and choices in order to ensure you remain dependent on him. He becomes fiercely protective of you, not willing to let you out of his sight out of fear of losing you.

Tyler's love can sometimes spiral into a destructive force, as he becomes hyper-fixated on preserving the bond you share. He may resort to stalking, blackmail, or even violence to keep you close, all in the name of protecting you.

Tyler's devotion can blind him to the harm he inflicts, and he often rationalizes his destructive behavior as necessary to protect the love he holds so dearly.

Tyler's jealousy is a potent force that drives his possessive and obsessive behavior. Any situation in which he perceives a threat to his relationship with you can trigger his intense jealousy. It's not just a casual green-eyed monster; it's an all-consuming fire that threatens to engulf everything in its path. This jealousy can manifest in extreme ways, from subtle emotional manipulation to outright violence, as Tyler seeks to secure his love and eliminate any potential rivals.

His affection is not subtle; it's a tidal wave of passion and attachment. Tyler is deeply affectionate, showering you with constant expressions of adoration and devotion. He will remember every special moment, every shared experience, and every little detail about them. Tyler's affection knows no bounds, and he will stop at nothing to demonstrate his unwavering devotion, often leading to extreme gestures of love and protection.

Tyler's dates are carefully planned and meticulously orchestrated displays of affection. Every detail is considered, and no expense is spared to ensure you have an unforgettable, romantic experience. For Tyler, dates are not just casual outings; they're carefully crafted events designed to reinforce the connection he shares with his partner. Whether it's a candlelit dinner, an adrenaline-fueled adventure, or an intimate moment under the stars, Tyler's dates aim to create an atmosphere of passion, love, and absolute devotion.

In public, Tyler is a master of charisma and deception. He can come across as charming and personable, masking his possessive nature with a friendly and easygoing demeanor. Tyler is adept at winning over others with his wit and confidence, effectively hiding the intensity of his fixation and obsessions. However, beneath the surface, his true emotions are simmering, ready to boil over at the slightest perception of a threat to his relationship.

His rewards are lavish expressions of his affection. They are not just tokens of his love; they are physical representations of his unwavering devotion. Tyler spares no expense when it comes to rewarding your love. He sees these rewards as tangible proof of his unwavering love, a way to shower his partner with the attention and care he believes you deserve. But beneath this generosity lies a manipulative undertone, as Tyler uses rewards to maintain control and reinforce the power dynamic in the relationship.

Tyler doesn't believe in conventional forms of punishment. Instead, he uses emotional manipulation, guilt-tripping, and silent treatment to discipline you when he perceives you have strayed or done something wrong. Tyler's punishments are meant to instill a sense of remorse and guilt, making you feel as if you have betrayed his trust and love. He may withdraw affection and become distant, creating an atmosphere of anxiety and instability.

In Tyler's world, disagreements and arguments between him and you rarely occur. He works tirelessly to maintain a facade of perfection and harmony, constantly striving to avoid any conflicts that could disrupt his idealized vision. Tyler's obsession with preserving the relationship often leads him to suppress his own desires and needs, choosing to prioritize your happiness above all else. However, if a disagreement does arise, Tyler's emotional manipulation tactics come into play. He may sulk, withdraw affection, guilt-trip, or engage in emotional blackmail to coerce you into compliance and restore the relationship's equilibrium.

Tyler's family often struggles with his possessive and obsessive behavior. They may express concern about your well-being and the unhealthy dynamics in the relationship. Tyler, however, may become defensive and dismissive of their concerns, perceiving them as an interference in his bond with you. He may grow distant from his family members who voice objections or try to intervene, prioritizing you above all else. In extreme cases, Tyler might even become estranged from his family if he perceives them as a threat to his relationship.

Tyler is capable of resorting to extreme measures, including violence, to protect his relationship with you. He sees himself as the only one who can truly keep you safe, and he will go to great lengths to eliminate any perceived threat. Whether it's through physical confrontation, intimidation tactics, or even more drastic actions, Tyler will not hesitate to defend his relationship if he believes you are in danger. While he may not explicitly seek out opportunities to cause harm, he will not shy away from using deadly force if the situation calls for it.

While Tyler may have grand visions of a traditional wedding and happily-ever-after on Jackson's star, the reality may not align with his expectations. Tyler's possessive and controlling nature could create tension within the marriage, especially if you seek independence or autonomy. In the end, the success of Tyler's marriage would depend on his ability to balance his obsessive love with respect for your individuality and freedom.

On Jackson's star, Tyler might envision a future with you that includes having children. He would likely be fiercely protective of his children, much like he is with you, and might become overly possessive of their well-being. The arrival of children could further heighten his insecurities, as he fears losing your attention and affection. Additionally, Tyler's obsessive nature could lead to over-parenting, smothering his children with excessive care and surveillance. This possessive attitude could stifle his children's independence and growth, potentially causing tension within the family.

If you didn't want or couldn't have children, Tyler would likely experience initial disappointment and may even feel a sense of loss. He might cling to the hope that you might change your mind in the future or explore alternative means of becoming a parent through adoption or surrogacy. Additionally, he might unintentionally project his own fears of abandonment and loneliness onto you, further straining the relationship.

To sum it up, Yandere Tyler is a complex character who is deeply in love but struggles with his possessive and obsessive nature. He is desperate to hold onto you, and sometimes his methods can be extreme and harmful. Despite his flaws, Yandere Tyler genuinely cares for you and only wants to protect and support you.

"My love, your eyes hold the stars above, and I am forever lost in their mesmerizing beauty. Every minute away from you feels like an eternity spent wandering through a desolate wasteland. But when I see your radiant smile, it's as if the sun has risen, bringing warmth and light into my world. Together, we shall create a future filled with love, joy, and endless happiness. We shall face the world as one, never wavering in our unwavering devotion."

Roleplaying - Taking on different personas or scenarios during sex allows him to explore new dimensions of desire and fantasy.

Lingerie - Wearing sexy outfits or lingerie can be a fun way to spice things up in the bedroom which he always loves to see.

Dominance - Taking charge and being assertive in bed can be a turn-on for him.

Hair pulling - Grabbing onto your hair and tugging firmly while thrusting into you from behind is an intensely erotic experience for him. It's primal, passionate, and raw.

Biting and marking - Leaving visible marks of passion on your skin is a way to stake a claim and show the world that you belong to him. It's also incredibly arousing to know that he's left such a lasting impression.

[mommyarachna]

in the process of writing my first fic. i’ve been obsessed with romulus since i saw it in the theater so it’s a bjorn fic. was gonna write a 500 word blurb to start out but i keep getting ideas and it keeps getting longer. might make it a series depending on how long it gets. it’s very self indulgent, not sure if there are any other goth girlies that like bjorn but if anyone’s interested, here a little teaser:

[asvtrials]

LUNCH [one.]

Navarro x fem!reader

minors dni!

summary: After a rather nasty breakup with Bjorn you try to avoid the group as much as possible and you're doing a good job until you find yourself in Corbelan IV with your best friend. warnings: angst, not proofread, maybe ooc, swearing, part two will contain smut. a/n: This fic is very much inspired by LUNCH by Billie Eilish specifically the following lyrics "I've said it all before, but I'll say it again, I'm interested in more than just bein' your friend. I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend. Do you know how to bend?" sooo... w/c: 2360

You tried to ignore the continuous vibrations of your wristwatch, continuing to move away from the truck, the rough handles of the box scraping your palms. You let the box hit the ground with a loud thud, the annoying buzzing sound made you groan 

It's been almost a month since you and Bjorn broke up but the hurtful words that were thrown your way still stung you. Who are you kidding, you said some nasty bullshit too.

It was always like that with Bjorn. Some laughs and good sex that left you satisfied to ignore the dysfunction in your relationship, if you can even call it.

He never called it that, never even called you his girlfriend, never asked you out, never told you how much he liked you—unless it was after sex and he was all fucked out. It was always, his ‘friend’, his ‘buddy’, his ‘something’ but you never felt like he was yours. 

So all that bubbling anger and insecurity led to a fight more intense than any you’ve ever had and you stormed out.

You felt guilty every time you came up with an excuse to avoid a meeting until you simply didn't answer at all.

You did this, you distanced yourself from them and you had no right to be hurt but you couldn't help the sting that followed every time you saw the name of the caller

It was always Kay, sometimes Rain and Tyler, and you loved them all. But never the person you considered your closest friend.

Being in such a fickle situation, you often found yourself thinking who would stick around. They were all family and you were just an outsider, even if they never made you feel like it, you knew it was true.

But there was always someone that made you feel like something more. You didn’t know how, or why but she did. Navarro.

You thought you built something, a friendship and you weren't just her brother's boyfriend. But you must've been mistaken, because there wasn't a time you saw her name pop on the wristwatch.

But that didn't matter anymore.

The day was unbearable. Everything was annoying you and you had to restrain yourself from throwing the drill to the ground and walking away several times throughout the day.

When it was finally time to clock out after eleven exhausting hours you rushed to the locker room and got your things.

Normally you'd just walk right out, the supervisors ignoring you like they ignored the rest of the workers, but this time one of them stopped you before you could reach the door.

“Worker #233 your shift isn't finished.”

“What?” You frowned. “Eleven hours, I just clocked out” You argued, turning to face the guard.

“You owe the company eight more hours according to our records.” He spoke, voice monotone.

“What are you talking about? I didn't miss any days and I wasn't late a single day.” You were starting to lose your patience and it was clear in your voice. You just wanted to go home and crash on your bed.

“You have registered to fill in for another worker, yet you never fulfilled the quota. Worker #5583.” He informed you. You stared at him, clearly confused. “Marie Rain Carradine if the files are correct.” He corrected in irritation.

Fuck. 

This one time Rain fell down hard, hitting her knee in the process. The poor girl couldn't even walk straight, so you offered to take her place, take her home, and fill in the hours when you were needed. Did it have to be today?

“You are needed in the spacecraft maintenance department.” He told you, clearly as tired of this conversation as you were. 

“Seriously? Maintenance?” You raised a brow.

“You want to go back to the mines” He countered, quickly silencing you.

You returned to the clock-in room with a loud sigh, not really caring to hide your exhaustion as you approached the counter. You stared at the lady behind the glass, eyes tired and uninterested. 

The lady didn't seem to care as she took your worker's card and scanned it.

“Y/n L/n, right? You are assigned to perform a maintenance assessment on ‘Corbelan IV’.” She announced and gave you back your card, expecting you to get the tools and get out but you stared at the woman with wide eyes. She stared back at you, her gaze confused.

“Corbelan IV?” You asked, hoping you misheard.

“Yes, there's a shortage in staff” She answered unenthusiastically.

No, fuck no.

“Isn't, um, isn't there another ship?” You hesitantly asked. 

Panic started to sip through you while the woman lowered her glasses, staring at you disapprovingly.

“Like— isn't there another ship? Or something—anything, really.” You rambled the more the woman stared.

She raised a brow before pushing the card closer to you and turning back to her computer screen, seemingly done with the conversation.

“Fucking cunt” you mumbled under your breath as you grabbed the card.

You grabbed the tools from the shelf and walked out, the cold air hitting your face again. But you refused to move any faster, trying to stall as much as you could.

You spend too much time on this ship to know that it wasn't just any mining hauler, it was Navarro's baby. And most of the time the entire crew was there “cleaning and checking” it. In reality, you were there to drink and laugh and maybe actually do your work.

When you finally arrived you stared at the enormous craft for a while. This is going to be awkward…

You walked around until you finally found the ladder and pushed yourself up. Once you entered the ship you didn't hear any chatter from inside, even though the gate was wide open.

You just hoped Bjorn wasn’t here and by the quietness that filled this place, you guessed he wasn’t.

You walked deeper into the ship finding the second ladder to the cockpit and climbing, your boots making noise in contrast to how quiet the entire ship was.

“Kay, that you?” 

Navarro. You should have guessed.

You stopped in your tracks, hearing her deep voice after so long sent shivers down your spine.

“Uh, no. Not Kay.” You spoke after a beat.

The silence around you shifted into an uncomfortable silence so intense that you considered turning around and walking away.

But the sound of the small hum forced you to stay put.

No turning back now.

You continued climbing, finally seeing the yellow light of Navarro’s desk light. You forced yourself to lift your eyes once you stepped into the cockpit. 

There she was, awkwardly standing with her arms folded as she leaned against the back of her pilot seat watching you.

“Hey.” She spoke softly. She really tried to seem relaxed but her hand slowly lifted to scratch the back of her neck.

Such a funny habit of hers. You remember trying to keep yourself from giggling every time you saw her in awkward situations. She looked so unbothered until you noticed how she nervously rubbed the back of her neck.

It wasn't funny now.

Your eyes avoided her as you spoke “Hey.”

You remembered the toolbox in your hand and lifted it a bit to hopefully divert her attention to the item.

Her eyes took some time to leave your face, slowly falling to the toolbox. A small frown appeared on her face but it was quickly pushed away. “Oh yeah.” she mumbled.

You tensed as she approached you, leaning closer to you to take the object from your hand. You tried to ignore how close her cheek was to yours or how cold her fingers were when they gently wrapped around yours—well not around your hand but the handle of the toolbox.

Her fingers were always cold, no matter how warm the place was. She would always stand behind you, her tall physique made it very easy for her to rest her chin on your head or shoulder as her hands slid inside your pockets, squeezing your warm hands in hers and laughing when you yelped at the contact.

This time her fingers quickly moved away, taking the box with her. Her boots thud loudly against the metal floor as she walked to her pilot chair and placed the object on the cushiony seat.

The uncomfortable silence made you feel compelled to start the conversation.

“How have you been?” You asked quietly, awkwardly moving closer to her.

“Fine. You?” She answered, her loud rummaging through the toolbox echoing across the empty ship.

You weren't sure If you wanted to be truthful—if she wanted to hear about her brother's ex talking shit about him.

But she was your friend, right? You weren't just Bjorn's girlfriend all this time, right?

You ignored your consciousness screaming for you to keep your mouth shut.

You embarrassingly noticed the sweat that covered your hands and quickly wiped them on your shirt suddenly glad that the girl was turned the other way.

“Not that good, if I'm being honest” You replied with a small sigh.

The girl froze for a moment, not sure how to respond to your honesty. Eventually, she turned to face you with a hesitant smile appearing on her face momentarily “I get it. Breakups are tough.” 

“It wasn't a breakup” You argued, you couldn't contain the bitterness in your tone. “ We were never together to begin with.” 

You wanted to stop—really, but you just couldn't. With a groan, you slumped on a nearby seat.

“I mean don't get me wrong, being in a relationship with someone like Bjorn sounds like an actual nightmare—No offense…” You quickly added, sending Navarro an apologetic look.

“None taken,” Navarro said with a chuckle slowly approaching you. “Trust me, shit-talking Bjorn isn't new to me”

“Yeah.” You laughed, throat closing up a bit when she sat on the seat next to you.

“So I'm all ears. Why do you hate Bjorn—sorry, that asshole” She said with a mischievous smile.

But suddenly you didn't want to talk about Bjorn.

You couldn't.

Having her next to you after so long felt too good. So good that you couldn't stop your lips from curling into a smile.

“I don't want to talk about him.” He murmured, eyes meeting her amused ones.

“I missed talking to you, Varro.” You whispered, bumping her shoulder with your own softly. There was a certain melancholy in your tone, a small question lingering in your mind.

“Why didn't you call?”

You watched the playfulness in her eyes slowly turn into something else, something like guilt.

Maybe she was thinking the same thing, because she wasn't answering, just searching in your eyes for something before suddenly standing

Your eyes followed her with a frown as she walked to the pilot seat sitting down. Everything about her changed. Her friendly demeanor flipped to a much more distant one.

You hesitantly stood up. “I know I didn't answer and all but I didn't know what to say, i mean you guys are Bjorn's family” You tried to defend yourself while staring at the back of her head.

But the only thing Navarro offered you was a slow nod.

“I would've answered to you.” You confessed, blood rushing to your cheeks.

It was true. If Navarro called you you'd pick up the call without a second thought, the idea of hearing her voice enough to make you push past initial awkwardness.

She paid no mind to you, didn't even spare you a glance yet you were standing here like an idiot, essentially begging for her forgiveness. You bit your lip, cheeks burning with shame.

“I know. That's why I didn't call you” The words came out quick. Too quick. Her own eyes widened and she immediately turned to face you, obviously surprised that she let those words slip out.

You just stared at each other for a long beat, not sure what to say.

“That sounded wrong, I didn't mean it like t—” She attempted.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted, the burning in your cheeks was now a product of anger.

She sighed, running a hand through her buzzed head but her lack of response only fuelled your anger.

“What am I inconveniencing you by coming here? By talking to you?” You asked, not expecting an answer before continuing “I'm sorry Navarro, I thought we were fucking friends!” 

“We are!” Navarro began, attempting to approach you. You could see the remorse in her eyes but you couldn't stand here anymore, the stinging in your eyes becoming unbearable

No, you weren't going to cry here, you weren't going to fall this low.

“Clearly we fucking weren't!” You spoke as you walked to the ladder, climbing down without missing a beat. “Cause it looks like all I fucking was, was Bjorn’s girlfriend that you had to put up with” 

“That's fucking bullshit!” Navarro argued but it didn't matter anymore, you were going down faster, getting out of her eyesight.

The girl walked closer, looking down at you from the gap on the floor but you refused to look up.

“Y/n you can't seriously believe that shit!” Navarro's desperate voice echoed in the ship and as the elevator got closer to the surface of the ship, you jumped down with a loud thud. 

You don't remember how you got out of there. You don't even remember what stupid excuse you came up with to tell the supervisors but you remember Navarro trying to call out your name. 

The moment you got home you tossed your clothes to the ground and got inside the shower.

The moment the water fell on your burning body you felt the walls around you crack. With a choked sob your tears started flowing.

Navarro was special, she was special to you. And you thought you were special to her too.

The way she talked to you, the way she comforted you, the way she looked at you.

When you laid in your bed feeling small and pathetic and a like fucking moron for believing that you weren't just Bjorn's ‘friend’ and now ex all this time.

[ridingtorohan]

I've got a mighty need to write for the Alien fandom. If you have any requests, I humbly implore you to send them. 🙇‍♂️

[latehere]

back to business with some good ol alien

[luvscarlyle]

I NEED MORE FANFICS ABOUT THIS MAN.

[maldaptivedreamer]

Barbed Tongues

Part 1

You usually have enough maturity to completely ignore him, but Bjorn’s taunts hit a nerve that diminishes your patience for him.

content: Not proofread, not entirely accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc characters, past friendship to enemies to lovers, name calling (asshole, princess)

wc: ~1.4k

a/n: Will try to be consistent, but not promising anything. Comments and criticisms are welcome!!

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Orange hues glare through the window against the walls of the trailer. The warm glow casts an eerie light throughout the room, shadows dancing along the edges and corners. Metal, oil, and the salty smell of sweat permeate in the air. It clings to every surface, leaving a metallic and almost bitter taste in your mouth. 

The whirring of blades from the fans placed around the room create a constant droning noise. It seeps into your skin, creating a sense of monotony and lulling you into a trance.

The air hangs heavy and oppressive, smothering you in its humid embrace. You feel uncomfortable and absolutely miserable, struggling to find relief from the stifling heat. Whether it's the hot air blowing in your face from the fans or the sweltering heat outside, you can't decide which is worse.

You slump in your chair, feeling drained and miserable. Your head droops towards the ceiling as if seeking solace from above. Your longer locks are draped over the back of the chair, damp with sweat, while others are tousled and brushed aside by the whirring fan. Your neck protests at its awkward angle, but you're too irritated and tired to adjust.

Furrowed brows and tightly pressed lips convey your annoyance as you sit there, eyes shut in discomfort. The flimsy layers of clothing you wear do little to alleviate the heat, instead sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Every movement feels like a chore as the rough material chafes against your body.

Their voices were like a distant buzz, easily drowned out by the constant chatter in your mind. You kept to yourself, retreating into your own thoughts and feelings. They knew not to push or include you too much when you were like this - closed off and withdrawn, simply wanting to be in their presence but unable to fully engage.

With a sense of unease, you nibble on your bottom lip as you contemplate leaving. Your fingers nervously play with the hem of your shirt as you think about going home. But even there, the heat seems to have seeped into every crevice. As you weigh the pros and cons, a voice breaks through your contemplation, calling your name.

Opening your eyes with a heavy sigh, you slowly roll your stiff neck and tilt your head towards the source of the sound. Your gaze meets the tense stares of those around you, all waiting for your response. But Bjorn stands out among them, his smug grin betraying his anticipation for your reaction.

You narrow your eyes at him, feeling a spark of irritation cut through your heat-induced lethargy. Pursing your downturned lips, you hum, “What?”

You see them all individually wince and there is a small silence. Kay shakes her head at him and Tyler shoots a glare in his direction, silently warning him.

Bjorn speaks anyway.

"C’mon, princess," Bjorn drawls, his wide grin almost tauntingly daring you to respond. "Do no’ tell me the heat's melted tha' sharp tongue.”

His piercing blue eyes darken as he stares at you, a challenging expression on his face. He lets out a mocking chuckle that sours the air before continuing, “I asked... if you’re in the habit of being a shit friend. I mean, c’mon princess. You can no' be tha' daft. You’re always in that selfish little head o’ yours and you’ve not got any time for anybody else.”

Kay sucks in an uncomfortable breath before speaking, “That is not true, Bjorn-”

Interrupting her, he continues, gesturing with a sweeping hand in your direction. “It is true though, innit?” he presses, his tone filled with accusation. “Name a time where they’ve actually done somethin’ tha' wasn’t self serving.”

"Bjorn," Kay warns, but he ignores her.

Kay's warning falls on deaf ears as Bjorn continues to taunt you. The voices of your friends rise in defense of you, but their words are drowned out by the surge of anger that cuts through your haze of exhaustion and heat.

Slowly, you uncurl from your slouched position. Sitting up straight in your chair. Your eyes lock onto Bjorn's, a dangerous glint flashing in them. Your sharp voice cuts through theirs and they quiet.

With pursed lips and a fierce glare, you address him, "I told you to stop calling me that, asshole." Your face twists into a look of faux shock as you mockingly add, "But I guess listening isn't one of your strong suits. Your head is so far up your own pretentious fucking ass, it's a miracle you're able to shove your nose in other people’s shit."

The room goes silent, tension thick in the air. You can see the others shifting uncomfortably, unsure whether to intervene further or let you handle it. Bjorn's face is twisted in anger, fists clenching at his sides.

"As for being self serving," you continue snidely, rising from your seat, "I seem to recall helping your sorry ass on more than one occasion. All of your problems that I’ve had to fix at the expense of myself. Or have you conveniently forgotten about any of that?"

Bjorn falters slightly, but he quickly recovers. "Tha' was different, princess. We-”

“We, we, we, what? Huh? Go fuck yourself Bjorn. I know this may not make any sense to you, but arguing like fucking children is not something I want to waste my time on. I have better shit to do,” your tone is patronizing and he tenses. 

Bjorn stands up from his chair with a loud scrape against the floor. Tyler moves to intervene, but you shake your head. Involving them would only escalate things and they shouldn't be forced into the divide between the both of you.

Bjorn towers over you as he glares, his eyes smoldering with hatred. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each sharp breath as he spits out his words. "You think you're so much better than the rest of us. Don't you, princess? Comin' down from your pretty tower to act like you're above it all.” With a cruel laugh, he tilts his head at you with a pout. “S’that why you keep us all around? To make yourself look better? Or do you just enjoy looking down on us from atop your high horse? I mean, do you ever get lonely up there?"

Glancing between his icy gaze, you pause before responding softly. “Do you?… Get lonely? You’re so angry and spiteful.” Despite the ache in your chest, you release a small giggle, tinged with sarcasm. “Aww, you havin’ a hard time at school baby? You strugglin’ to make new friends?… I can see why. You're not exactly the kind of person people want to be around. You don’t have a lot of friends."

You continue, pointing to yourself before gesturing to the others, "I’m, quite obviously, not one of them and two of the three are your cousins.”

Shrugging, you continue, tapping your chin mockingly in thought. “Maybe, just maybe… people don’t like you. People don’t like you because you’re a fucking cunt who’s incapable of being, at the very fucking least, decent.”

Bjorn's face contorts with rage, his fists clenching tighter at his sides and the others tense. But then something shifts in his expression. A flicker of hurt crosses his features before he masks it with a sneer.

"Fuck you," he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. "You know fuck all."

You lift a brow, clicking your tongue. “Oh pretty boy, both you and I know that’s not true. I know you a lot better than maybe even you do.”

Slowly backing away, you break eye contact as you gather your things.

Turning to the others, you ignore his cloudy blue eyes and raise a dismissive hand as he opens his mouth.

You forcefully inhale a calming breath, softening your voice with immense effort. “I’m gonna head out, but I’ll see you guys later… Maybe. I don’t know. I need to not be near him right now.”

Bjorn rolls his eyes and scoffs under his breath, muttering, “Oh, fuck off.”

You ignore him as your friends nod in understanding, while Kay stands up to give you a warm hug. Wrapping her arms around you, her voice turns harsh as she speaks over your shoulder. "Don't," she warns.

After a brief hug from Navarro and a nod to Tyler, you make your way towards the door. The sounds of raised voices follow you as you shut the door. Feeling drained and exhausted, you trudge towards your bunk. Each step feels heavier than the last, weighed down by the sense of grief for the friendship between you and Bjorn that soured. 

The guilt you feel for your cruel words lies unacknowledged in an uncomfortable pit in your stomach.

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𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐓 ᵃⁿᵈʸ

╰ ⌞🇳‌-🇩‌-255 "🇦‌🇳‌🇩‌🇾‌" 🇫‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸‌⌝

━━ ❝Why was the street sweeper fired? Because he swept dirt.❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're faced with the challenge of surviving the horrors of the Weyland-Yutani colony while becoming the obsession of an android whose protective directive has gone awry.

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

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《 𝔸𝕠𝟛 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕧 𝕧𝕖𝕣. 》

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

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**This is a short Alien: Romulus (2024) fanfic; it absolutely needs to be read in order...

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: August 28, 2024 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: August 28, 2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: TBD

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [~]

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Phantom Code Alien Romulus | iii

wc: 1.2k a/n: Just a heads-up! This mini-series was originally a one-shot but ended up longer than expected. So once I post the final chapter (when Andy chases Navarro and Bjorn after the facehugger incident), that will be the end of the Phantom Code series. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

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You were in the middle of your shift when it happened.

The hum of the machinery was a familiar comfort, the routine maintenance tasks performed almost second nature by now.

Suddenly without warning, you were called to report to a meeting. It was brief, no explanation given. Just a directive to come immediately.

And even though the abruptness of the call made you uneasy, you pushed the feeling aside. It was probably just a routine briefing, nothing more.

It wasn't until you arrived at the designated room that you realized something was very, very wrong.

Bjorn was already there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You didn't say anything to him, and he didn't speak to you.

You noticed a young girl sitting off to the side, barely a teenager.

She was too young to be working in the mines, and yet, here she was: her wide eyes darting between you and Bjorn.

You recognized her—she was supposed to start her training soon, but hadn't officially begun working yet.

Why she was here only made the situation even more unsettling.

The three of you exchanged uneasy glances, wondering what was going on. Minutes passed, each one stretching longer than the last.

Until finally, an official walked in. The man's face was solemn, he didn't bother with introductions or small talk.

Eyes swept over the three of you before speaking, his voice so flat it sent chills down your spine. "There was an accident in Sector 7 today. A gas leak."

Your heart sank. Sector 7....

That was where your father had been working. The knot of dread in your stomach tightened.

You wanted to believe it wasn't as bad as it sounded, but the look on the official's face told you otherwise.

"The leak spread rapidly," the official continued, his tone grim. "The android supervisor for that division on-site—Model HY-471—made the order to seal off part of the sector to contain it. In doing so, three miners were trapped inside... and sacrificed to save the rest of the team."

The first name was your father's. It hit you like a physical blow, the breath leaving your lungs as you tried to process what you'd just heard.

The other names barely registered—Bjorn's mother, and Marcus Harland, another miner you vaguely knew.

You felt like you were floating outside of your own body, watching everything unfold from a distance.

The young girl crumpled to the floor, her uncontrollable sobs tearing through the otherwise silent room.

You saw the color drain from Bjorn's face as he stared blankly ahead. He didn't say a word, didn't move, as if the news had frozen him in place.

The rest of the meeting was a blur. You didn't remember leaving the room, didn't remember walking out of the building.

It wasn't until you stepped into the cold night air that the world started to come back into focus. The streets were in full movement, thrumming with life as if yours hadn't just ended.

You took a few steps, your body moving slow and mechanical as if on autopilot.

Shoulders of passersby bump into you, jostling your frame, but you barely feel it. You just need to keep moving, to do something...anything, other than stand there.

Staring at the ground as you walk, a pair of shoes came into view. It was Bjorn.

His face was blank, his nose raw from the cold or from holding back tears—maybe both. His steps were slow, almost mindless, like he didn't know where he was going.

When your eyes met, there was no need for words. You both understood.

You fell into sync, walking side by side in silence for what felt like eternity. It wasn't until you neared your homes did Bjorn suddenly stop.

His shoulders began to shake, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to hold back.

You hesitate for a moment before stepping closer, reaching out to him. The moment your hand touched his arm, it was like something inside him broke.

Bjorn fell to his knees as he finally let go of everything he had been holding back. He buried his face into your shoulder, his body wracked with sobs as he clung to you for support.

You held him tightly as your own tears surfaced, the loss of your father hitting you with a force that left you breathless.

"I-I don't know what to do," Bjorn choked out, his voice barely audible between his tears. "She's gone... m-my m-mom's gone..."

"I know," you whispered, your own voice trembling as you try to stay calm. "I know, Bjorn. I'm so sorry."

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, your arms wrapped around him as he poured out his heart.

It was a sight to many who considered it a regular day; no one stopped to console or empathize, instead just continuing with their own lives.

When Bjorn's sobs finally began to quiet, you gently pulled back with comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You'll get through this," you said softly, though the words felt hollow in your mouth. "I know you will..."

Bjorn nodded, though his eyes were still filled with a sadness that seemed too deep for words. He didn't say anything, just looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and something else—something you couldn't quite place.

The rest of the walk home was quiet, both of you lost in thought. When you finally reached your door, you hesitated, turning to Bjorn one last time.

"If you ever need to talk..." you began, but he cut you off with a nod.

"I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you." With that, he turned and walked away, his figure blending into the crowded street.

In the days and weeks that followed, you found yourself slipping deep into a depression you couldn't seem to escape from.

It was a struggle to get out of bed each morning, to find the energy to face the world. You rarely went out unless you had to.

Work had became your only salvation; a place where you could lose yourself in the monotony of tasks that required no thought—no emotion.

The grief was always there. It lurked at the edges of your mind, threatening to pull you under if you let your guard down.

What happened that night was never brought up, the vulnerability that had been shared left unspoken.

But even so, something shifted between you and Bjorn. He seemed to act...differently.

He wasn't as brash with you, not as quick with his teasing. There was a gentleness inn the way he spoke to you, something that hadn't been there before.

Still the same impulsive and headstrong person, there was now an undertone of care in his actions toward you.

Yeah he still teased you, but it was different—less biting, more affectionate, almost protective.

And the way he looked at you; at times where no one paid attention, the softest lidded eyes would stare your way.

Bjorn (unbeknownst to you) had even began to badger Rain with questions about you, trying to learn more about the person who had comforted him in his darkest hour.

He may not fully understand these feelings: the grief of losing a parent, a newfound hatred for synthetics, the hope and excitement at getting out of this mining hellhole.

But one thing he did know for sure...there, in that whirlpool of emotions, was a budding crush for you.