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[sochawrites]

Hello, everyone! It's been a long time, hasn't it?

This one is for @justagenderfluidstuff, based off of a prompt from them.

Please, forgive me for how long it took! 🥺👉👈

I wish you all a happy New year!

Hands

Bane x Male!reader

"Awfully convenient, you know. I have an empty hand... you have an empty hand..."

Reconnaissances were always so boring, so tedious, so monotonous. The hours stretched on and on as if the days didn't want to end, and the weather was seldom in your favour. It was safe to say you hated being sent on surveillance, even to the point of your blood boiling whenever someone mentioned it around you, bitching and whining and doing all you could to convince someone to go instead of you. But even then, there was one exception.

No one ever dared to refuse a direct order from the boss. So whenever he came to you with a command to join him on sentry, you couldn't say no, or, rather than that, didn't want to.

Everyone could tell Bane treated you differently than the rest of his mercenaries, but besides speculations, nobody really knew why. He was known to be ruthless whenever someone made the slightest mistake, made one wrong move or dared to talk back. But you? He let you off easy, rarely ever giving you any punishment. And you were always more than happy to exploit this.

You enjoyed pushing the boundaries, and he hardly ever stopped you. At times, when there weren't ears around, Bane even tested the waters himself, which entertained you even more. You grew rather fond of him, some would say you even developed a little crush. And although occasionally his wit could be a bit irritating, going on a reconnaissance together was guaranteed to be fun.

Or at least it would be if it wasn't cold, wet and foggy night. You could hardly see the targeted site, everything was damp, and you were freezing. Yet there was Bane, leaning against a wall with binoculars in his hand, patiently looking out into the mist and waiting for any sign of movement. Hot breath making its way through the slits in his mask was the only sign of outside elements on him, even though he was dressed in less layers than you.

You just couldn't help but throw him a very irritated look.

"That expression will freeze on your face if you keep it any longer." Bane hissed, watching you out of the corner of his eyes, though there wasn't any real menace in his voice. You chuckled as you continued to pace around, pulling on your gun strap to adjust it once again. "It would be a miracle if it was just my face that would freeze. It's so cold I can't feel my hands, and I don't know how you expect me to notice anything when I can't see shit!" you thrashed your arms around as you exclaimed the last words, being shushed immediately after.

"If you dressed up more, like I have told you-" Was he really criticising you for something he did himself? "Oh, you're the one to talk, mister 'exposed skin all day, every day'. Don't tell me you don't feel the cold-ass air at all." you looked at the masked man in a slight disbelieve.

You both locked eyes momentarily before he stared forward once more "The weather has not concerned me for a long time now, Y/N. You, on the other hand, have a tendency to turn blue…". You could practically hear the smirk, and it made a little smile appear on your negligibly blue lips.

"Come on, you make it sound like I'm some baby that cries at the slightest of inconveniences!" you whined. "Yet you complain." Bane fired right back, looking at you once more, "Do not come to me when you fall ill.".

He sounded serious, but deep down, you had a feeling he wouldn't complain if you did. But that didn't change the fact that you would definitely benefit from warming up, even if just barely. "Why don't we start a little fire then! There's some junk around that-"

"No."

Bane cut you off, starring you down, clearly against the idea. "Why not? It's not like those idiots over there will notice the light from the flames, and if they do, I may be able to at least pull the trigger." you tried to argue, but it was to no avail. He kept silently gazing at you as if he was done with the conversation.

Hanging your head low in defeat, you made your way slowly up to the tall man, leaning against the wall right beside him, whispering, "Awfully convenient then, you know. I have an empty hand… You have an empty hand…". You looked up to meet Bane's half-lidded gaze with one of your own, reaching out with your fingers to brush against the back of his hand. It was so warm it stung. "You are playing with fire…" Bane threatened in a low voice.

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him, even though there was still some space between you, "Please, Bane, I'm so fucking cold…". The man closed his eyes, contemplating, the mask letting out a long, soft hiss, as his hand slowly turned, enveloping yours tightly.

A bright smile crept onto your face immediately, your body practically vibrating. The connection between you had been unspoken for a long time, but until now, actions were never truly made. "See? It wasn't so hard, was it?" you beamed at Bane, whose only reply was a groan and an averted gaze. You caressed his skin with your thumb, enjoying the sensation of the returning feeling in your hand and savouring every moment.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Bane cramming his binoculars into his pocket, but his body was just as stoic as before, still turned towards the warehouse. You tilted your head and furrowed your brows in confusion, about to ask what was happening, when he reached out and held your other hand softly right below the elbow.

Bane tugged gently, pulling you in front of him, "Not one word." was all he said when he met your gaze. You nodded, curious about where this was heading. He pulled your arms behind himself, hiding them in the warmed-up space between his back and his coat, before letting go and wrapping his hands around you.

It was a hug, and you happily reciprocated as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, or as close as you could. Bane slowly shifted the weight of his head over to the top of yours, and you couldn't help but grin. You fought against every sound that threatened to escape your throat, fearing Bane would cut the moment short.

"Have you considered that going on surveillances with me was meant as your punishment?" Bane spoke in a hushed voice. Of course you thought of that. What's a better way to punish someone who hates going on reconnaissance so much than to send them on one? Shame it was with the wrong person.

You nuzzled closer to his skin, daring to leave a soft kiss on his collarbone, "At first, but it never felt like it". You were breathing as one, calm and long breaths separating the gusts of steam. Listening to his heartbeat, you let your body soak in the heat.

[sochawrites]

Can you please do an rimmer x fem reader fluff or the episode the gun men of the apocalypse where reader and rimmer are dating.

Sure I can! And why not kind of both?

I am so, so, so sorry it took me so long to write this, it has been a very weird year and I just could not manage to put aside some time to write. I can't promise 2024 will be better, but we all can hope, no?

I hope this is at least a bit satisfactory to you, dear anon, or any of you souls, still lurking around looking for some RD content.

What do you guys say on the news about Red Dwarf: Titan? I was there when they screened the teaser trailer, if one would call it that, and honestly? I'm pretty excited!

Also happy Holidays!

Adrenaline

Arnold Rimmer x Fem!reader

None of you could help but cheer as Starbug flew away from the burning moon, escaping certain doom once again. You were slowly getting used to these situations, but near-death experiences are still near-death experiences and while you tried to focus your mind on the fact that you were alive, your body and nerves were of a different idea.

You were shaking in your seat, gripping the handles and hardly holding back the maniacal laughter of survival. You had enough adrenaline for today, it would probably be better for you to go and calm down, maybe even lay down before you start to crash.

Pulling yourself up on your shaky knees, you excused yourself and stumbled to your room, almost falling on the way out of the control room. Fortunately out of the sight of others, or so you thought. You slowly made your way up the stairs to the sleeping quarters, painfully unaware of the pair of concerned eyes watching you.

Deciding the bed would be the best place to crash onto, you crashed into a much more closer chair, back turned to the door and closed your eyes shut. You were breathing heavily and the sound of the ship was being drowned out by the buzz and thuds in your ears.

A knock caught your attention, albeit barely. "Permission to enter?", you hummed in response, knowing fully well your hologram boyfriend would not take no for an answer and not having enough strength to speak. There was a pause before Rimmer went into the room, but as soon as he did, he cautiously made his way towards you. You could only imagine him looming over you as he tapped on your shoulder.

"I brought you some water," Rimmer announced to you nonchalantly, leaving the glass beside you. You thanked him as you reached for the liquid with both of your shaking hands, but you were positive he barely heard you.

"That was quite a ride, wasn't it? The adrenaline, the thrill!" Rimmer walked around as if giving you an inspirational speech, "Although I have a feeling that for some, it may have been a bit too much, wouldn't you say so, my dear Y/N?". He turned to you with the last sentence, a playful smirk on his lip, but sympathy in his eyes.

You just threw him a look, not amused by his remark, "Yeah, well, not everyone can be as brave as the great Dan McGrew, right, Arn?".

He pouted, "Auch", and knelt down in front of you, reaching his palm to your cheeks, gently caressing. It was always a weird sensation to touch light, soft or hard, not really cold, not really warm. Leaning into his touch, you planted a kiss on his hand, a small smile tugging at the lips of both of you. "You're going to get used to all of this, eventually." Rimmer tried to reassure you, but you just shook your head.

"'Eventualy' isn't soon enough, starlight." the hologram traped your hand in his, squeezing. "It never is, but you'll be fine, I know it.".

You reached your still trembling hand to the one cradling your face, feeling the threat of tears from the stress and weariness. "How?" you whispered, "How are you so sure about this?".

"Love, have you ever seen yourself when we face the unknown? You always keep such a stone-cold face, looking so brave, so fearless! Adrenaline is a powerful muse, the tremble and tears, it's not you, it's just your body, nothing more." Rimmer was now cradling your face in both of his hands, semi-standing, looking directly into your eyes.

"It's only a matter of time until you get used to the rush and once you do…" he paused, maybe because he was searching for words, or maybe just to make his encouragement more meaningful, "You'll be braver than anyone we know."

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around the holographic body, "Even more than Ace?". You felt him hugging you tightly "Even more than him.".

[sochawrites]

May I request a Comic Bane x gn/male!reader, oneshot, hc, whatever you wish, but Bane figures out the reader has a bunch of stuffed animals/child-like items, and they get embarrassed over it, but he doesn't care because he has some of his own (Osito)? If not, thank you anyway!

🥺🥺🥺 that's so cute?

I am so so soooo sorry it took me so long to finally write and post this 😭😭😭😭😭😭. A lot has been going on and I have to jump back on the writing train. I wish this was longer and better, but this is the best I could come up with after all these months...😭😭😭

I went with male!reader, but besides the spanish I'd say it's gender neutral.

Plushies

Bane x Male! reader

"Cariño!" the small room of your home left no space for the familiar deep voice to echo through and disperse, causing it to be all that much louder and sharper, making you almost jump out of your skin and hit your head on a shelf above. You didn't expect his arrival so soon after his last visit, but it was a welcome surprise.

Bane walked into the kitchen, "Estoy en casa, amor.", threw his coat and mask over a chair and watched you rubbing your head as you stumbled out of the pantry. "Y/N…" he smiled at you, enveloping you in a warm hug, one you always crave whenever he's around, before massaging the top of your head and giving it a quick kiss, trying to help soothe the pain, "Have I scared you?". "No, of course not.", you mumbled into his neck, earning a chuckle and a few pats on your back.

"Hmm… Of course~." Bane gave your head one more peck, letting go of you soon after and looking around, inhaling deeply, "What are you cooking?". "Oh!" you jumped to the stove, quick to stir the sizzling contents in the pan, "Just some chicken with vegetables, nothing fancy. There's enough for both of us if you're hungry, but it'll still take some time, so you can go and change into something more… civil?". Bane simply nodded, not saying anything, he understood that walking around in his work getup wasn't ideal.

He already had one foot in your occasionally shared bedroom, when you remembered a little insignificantly significant detail. "Hey, it's no big deal, it can wait after we eat." you tugged on his hand, which got his attention, but didn't stop him from stepping inside. "Cariño, está bien, seré rápido." "But-", Bane caressed your cheek "No buts, I'll be right back." and closed the door in your face. There was only left to hope he wouldn't belittle you for your choice of decorations.

He didn't, which should have eased your mind, but he didn't seem to even acknowledge it, which made it seem somewhat worse for you.

You anticipated him to start talking about it after dinner, but you still crept away to shove away the fluffy bears, tigers and rabbits from all over the room, just in case. The only problem was that your house was too small to creep away. "What are you doing?", you jerked for the second time today, only now nearly missing the shelf. You froze like a deer in headlights, "N-nothing, j-just cleaning up!", face turning red, you avoided his gaze and tried to put away the last ones quickly, but your shaking hand was stopped.

Bane took the plushie you were holding, giving it a quick gentle look before putting it back on the shelf, "Why would you put them away?". You looked down at your feet, "It's all silly, I shouldn't have them up in the first place. I shouldn't, it's a sign of softness, I shouldn't have it on display for everyone to see." you mumbled out. "Y/N, cariño," Bane leaned down, tilting your head up with his fingers, "It's not silly, it's adorable, como usted." he whispered before kissing your lips softly, "So put them back.".

After that exchange, the two of you spent together a very lovely couple of days before he had to leave. Time never flew by fast enough when you were apart, but you always made sure to make the most of your shared time. So you only noticed the little guest after Bane left again.

There was an old, scratched and dirty bear, one you have never seen before, one that has clearly been loved, there was a note stuck to it,

'We all need a little softness in our lives, so keep Osito safe.

-Bane'

[sochawrites]

Quick PSA, if you get one of those "Work scanned, AI use detected" comments on AO3, just mark them as spam.

Some moron apparently built a bot to annoy or prank hundreds of authors.

There is no scanning process, your work doesn't actually resemble AI writing, it's all bullshit. Mark the comment as spam (on AO3, not the email notification you got about the comment!) and don't let it get to you.

[sochawrites]

I read your Bane fic, 'A Joytoy?', and it was SO GOOD; I absolutely adored the relationship between Bane and the reader, especially, and the whole fic was just so well written and absolutely amazing!! 🫶🏻

Ahajdjdjsjd thank you 😭😭😭 you really made my weekend, you know that? 😭😭

I'm so so sorry that I'm answering just now! 😭 I started writing this in early Sunday hours when I was going from work, but didn't had the mental capacity to comprehend what I'm writing.

I'm so glad that you like it 🥺🥺 It's honestly one of my favourite works to this day. Not that I wrote all that much stuff since 😅😂

Got to say that I think it's coming from a bit of self-indulgency, which I try to put into most of my works, but hey, sometimes it doesn't work out.

As far as Bane x m!reader goes, there are a few I know of, but you got to dig a lot to find them 😕 on the other hand, I have some "in progress" and once I open requests again, you can always come to me and ask for something 😇😇

[sochawrites]

Obsolete – part 1

Dave Lister x reader

part 2 (soon)

They/Them pronouns are used for the reader, with no other gender indicators. N/N for nickname. This was getting long, so I cut it into two parts. I was heading for a self-indulgent rewrite of the Inquisitor, so this is just a prelude, but it can be read as a standalone. TW: anxiety, minor depression episode

"-o Y/N! Holly to Y/N! Are you awake yet?" you stirred up in your bed, Holly's voice finally penetrating through your ears, yet taking a while to get processed in your brain. "No." you mumbled out, turning around and nuzzling deeper into the sheets, hoping that she had nothing else to say. Sadly not. "The boys are asking you to join them for lunch. What should I tell them?"

A dry chuckle escaped your throat, "Is everyone asking for me, or was it just Rimmer? I can't imagine he hadn't had any remarks on my behalf.". Holly excused herself and disappeared for a moment, but that gave you all the answers you needed. "I am not supposed to tell you that." she blurted out right after blipping onto the screen again. " 'course you don't…" you hummed, "Don't let them wait then, I'll come later."

You waited for Holly to fade out once again before you let out a long, tired yawn, stretching your limbs out and letting your body spasm for a bit. You turned onto your back, burning a hole in the ceiling as you tried to make your body listen to you. Waking up has been getting harder and harder, almost ever since you boarded the Red dwarf. You felt empty and lethargic, something you blamed your bad conscience for, as you had some unresolved disputes you could no longer settle. And since Kryten was the main cook, you were completely obsolete as a head chef, so what else were you supposed to do? Besides, sleeping helped to shut out unwanted thoughts and emotions.

But the longer you lay there, the more time will Rimmer have to prepare his spiteful comments, and you were not interested in giving him any ammunition. You tried to get dressed as fast as you could, silently thanking Kryten for cleaning your room daily, it would have been one big mess a long time ago, and you wouldn't have anything clean to put on.

You didn't bother to run, after all, your ubication was on the other side of the hallway, if anything, you slowed down. You cleaned the residual crust out of the corners of your eyes right before you stepped into the occupied ubication.

Lister and Cat were sitting by the table, the latter too busy stuffing his face with a second serving of grilled fish to notice you, at least Dave managed to wave at you. You waved back, a small smile appearing for a moment before the annoying pompous voice cut through the room. "Well, well, well, look at that! The sleeping beauty had finally woken up!", you sighed, sitting down at the table and grabbing a plate, there it was again. "Hello to you too, Rimmer.", you murmured, really hoping that was all he was going to say.

"You know, I would like to know how you sleep so well, knowing you contribute absolutely nothing. I mean, how did you even become a head chef?", you really didn't want to get into an argument with him, fortunately, Lister came to your aid. "Zipp it Rimmer. I've told you, if you want to be salty, go talk to the salt shakers." it looked like they had already argued today. "But you can't deny you had never actually seen them cook either!", so it was this topic again, Lister had assured you that Rimmer was just pissy about you having a technically higher rank than him, something that presumably attacked his ego. "What if I had? Besides, you know we only let Kryten stay as a cook 'cause he would whine 'bout being inefficient.", Rimmer wasn't giving up, "Why do they keep their rank then? It's useless for that gimboid!".

"Rimmer! Smeg-off!", Lister was getting irritated, and you were starting to get upset. Rimmer was right, but it truly wasn't something you had to listen to first thing in the morning or noon for that matter. You felt the pressure building up behind your eyes, and that just couldn't be, Rimmer would never shut up about it, so in between the fight or flight, you chose flight. But not without running your mouth just a tiny bit.

"You're right, Rimmer." you stood up with the plate in your hands and walked towards the door, locking your eyes with his as you stood between the frames. "I am completely useless here, but you know what? At least I know when to keep quiet." and with that, you stormed out, heading to your favourite spot with blurry vision.

The overpass over the chasm was quiet as always, the air pleasantly cold and the floor you sat on warm from the heater pipeline that ran below. You dandled your feet as you tried to get some more food into your stomach. You weren't even halfway through, and you were hungry, but something in your head was against every bite you tried to eat. It made you too aware of every movement your jaw did, and it felt repulsing. The chicken curry was great, but you just couldn't take another bite.

As soon as you put aside the plate, Lister showed up around the corner. "Thought I might find you here, are you alright?" he sat down beside you, quietly sighting at the unfinished dish and tear stains on your cheeks. You shook your head, "I don't know, Listy, probably not.". Dave put his hand on your back, your heart skipped a beat, but you subconsciously shrugged it off, not wanting to be touched, "You know, you don't have to put up with him. You have a higher rank, use it against him. Even if it means turnin' him off for a while.".

"I would rather not. You know what happened the last time I pulled that card." you knew that he knew, but sometimes it wasn't a bad idea to remind him since it was one of the roots of your current problems.

"That was on a different ship.", you were taking in a breath to protest, but Lister was faster, "Hey, I know that it's not somethin' one would get over easily, but shuttin' yourself in won't help anythin'. So… If you ever decide you want to talk 'bout it, or 'bout whatever you've got goin' on right now… We- I'm here… I'm here, whenever you need me, alright?".

You finally looked at him, he was looking at you reassuringly with a warm smile, hands folded in lap. He was so cute. "Anyway, I wanted to ask if you would join us on an expedition to that moon we found yesterday. We'll be leavin' in a few hours, Kryten's almost done preparin' the bug. We might be gone for a few days…".

"I would love to, but I'm not feeling well. Maybe next time?" you threw him an apologetic smile. You'd really like to go, you loved spending time with Lister, but the vision of being locked in a confined space with Rimmer didn't spark joy, especially today. "You sure?", you looked away, down into the abyss, nodding, feeling bad for turning him down, "Well… Alright… But promise me somethin'."

You hummed, slightly interested in what Dave was going to say. "N/N," he cautiously reached his hand towards you again, this time squeezing your shoulder, you glimpsed his way, he had your attention, "try to take care of yourself. And I mean it, I'm worried 'bout you.". You sighed, were you really looking that bad? You never wanted to cause the crew any distress with your own problems. Yet there you were, being fussed over by the last person who needed to be worried about you.

Nodding your head, you hesitantly reached for his hand, "You don't have to worry about me, Listy. I'll be fine.". "You don't sound too convincin'… But… at least try to finish that plate, ok?", you huffed, of course he had something to say about it. "I'm working on it, just give me some time." you smiled shyly, waiting for where the conversation will be carried to next.

Smiling back at you, Dave squeezed your shoulder again, you could swear you had to be blushing at this point, but if you did, he hadn't made any comments, he never did, "I'll have to believe you then, won't I? Well, I should go and pre- Oh! I almost forgot, I've got you little somethin'!". You arched an eyebrow as he turned around, pulling out a little chocolate muffin, "Aw," you pursed your lips, "that's for me? Where'd you get it?".

"Kryten made them for us as a dessert. But after you left, Cat made up his mind 'bout sharin' and was dead set on keepin' all of the muffins for himself. I almost lost a finger when I was snatchin' this one away from him!" Lister laughed a bit at the last part, but knowing Cat, he probably wasn't joking. You reached for the dessert in his hand, smiling as you inspected it, not looking for flaws, but rather looking at it with fascination, "Thank you, but you shouldn't have, I'm not worth the trouble.". If only you knew that for him, you were worth every single one.

"I'll safe it for later." you set it down next to the plate, returning your full concentration back to Dave. "I hope you won't stop at just keepin' it for later." Lister chuckled as he patted you on your back for the last time, moments later excusing himself before stepping up. He turned to you once more before you would disappear out of each other's sight, you were no longer paying attention to him, but that didn't stop him from beaming at you, as you held the half-eaten plate in your hand once more.

[sochawrites]

Hi there, I really enjoyed your task master headcanons! I was wondering if you'd be comfortable doing a yautja X reader HCs where the reader is suffering from baby fever? If not I totally understand! Thank you very much!

Aww, I'm glad to hear that!

Gosh this brings back memories, I read a few of those, way back in the day 😃 (mostly in wattpad tho)

It's not really struggling as much as just some general baby fever hc, so sorry for diverting from that.

And sorry it took so long, I had a lot going on and no inspiration.

Baby fever (HCs)

Yautja x reader

There's a divide to afab and amab at the very end.

You never thought you'd be one to go through this kind of episode

Sure, you might have played House as a little kid, or created families in The Sims with your sim and your crush at the time

But that was just imagination, there was no real need

And it stayed like that for a long time

But being around your mate seemed to change something in you

Possibly their heat cycles rubbing off on you

And it wasn't until you catch yourself looking wishfully at the sucklings and younglings on Yautja Prime that you even realized what you might be going through

Their parents are very wary of you, so don't hope to cradle one in your hands, but if you have any questions, they will be answered

Chances are that your partner would notice your behaviour on their own, but probably wouldn't confront you 

If you decide to tell your mate about it, be prepared for different outcomes depending on the part of the cycle your partner is in

I feel like the further away they are from being in heat, the less they would like to even hear about the possibility and would get a bit aggressive if you tried to push the conversation

It's just their body telling them that now is not the time for a child, it's not personal

So you better wait with the discussion for once they're a bit closer to the mating season

That being said, once they are, they will be very open to the idea

They'd probably go and babyproof every inch of the ship and your home right away

Maybe make the kid a tiny little toy, way in advance

It's very likely that they'd get on the baby fever wave with you

They might even go as far as getting hands on some technology to help with the difference in DNA

Be prepared, because once they are in heat, they will not let go of you and you'll be in for a few very interesting days

AFAB

They will be a lot more anxious about the outcome than you

You're a special case and he won't leave any room for errors 

So be prepared for him to be by your side 24/7

He's anxious during the whole pregnancy, but also very overjoyed

It's a weird combination, especially for him, but you both get used to it eventually

If you were already living on Yautja Prime, you will most likely be staying

There might be some problems with the clan after the kid is born, but he's willing to "risk" it if it means they will eventually help with raising it, no matter who he has to fight to make that happen

Males are not the ones who normally raise the cubs, so any help you two can get, he'll take it

AMAB

She's a strong warrior™, she doesn't need you by her side, but she wouldn't mind it

It's uncommon for their children to be raised by both parents, so enjoy the time before the kid is born, because you will be obsolete

She will most likely want to relocate to somewhere more quiet and peaceful, so she can rise the child without the rest of the clan getting in the way

It would be nice if they would accept the child as one of them, but the possibility is very low unless it establishes itself as a worthy hunter and a warrior 

And your mate is best for that job without a question

[sochawrites]

Hi I was just wondering if you do yandere characters? If so I would like to request a yandere!comics!Bane with a reader who came to him to learn how to fight but then started backing away from him when he tries to get them into the more crime-y stuff.

If your not comfortable with the yandere bit then you can ignore it.

I'm not necessarily against it, I never tried to write it, but it can't hurt to try! ^^

I tried to keep this gn, since you didn't specify which gender you want me to write it for, but comic!Bane does use Spanish from time to time and, well, it kind of lacks neutral terms. I opted for switching between male and fem terms with those words since it's what some people use in my country instead of the neutral ones. But the closest I have ever been to learning Spanish was taking a few courses on Duolingo, if some terms are wrongfully used, I am terribly sorry.

And Happy New Year!

Abeja

Yandere! Bane x gn! reader

Have Bane's gorgeous ass and back as an apology (I may have dug out my copy of Europa just to get this)

Bane, the man, the myth, the legend, and currently the newest foe of Gotham's Dark knight, but in this madness-ruled city, there was a new one almost every week. Yet this one was different. He wasn't mad like the clown prince of crime, or a part of organized crime like the Penguin. He acted here of his own will, and he wasn't alone.

His motives were unclear, but that didn't matter to you all that much, he was the new big fish in town and was there to stay, that was all you needed to know. You made your way to his hideout, going by the coordinates you traded with some more friendly crooks, getting halfway through before being caught. You could say that it was your superpower, but in reality, you were just quiet and observant.

"You are brave but incredibly foolish for coming here, pequeño." one more word ran through the masked man's mind, one he tried to shove away from the very moment you stepped inside his lair, yet it still lingered. He was staring you down like a predator on a hunt, "I think you have no idea how dangerous I am, do you?"

Bane was right in one thing, you were foolish, foolish enough to come and seek help from him, "No, I do know the extent of your power, that is exactly why I am here.". You were done with being the bottom feed of the city. Even with Batman, people, both close to you and foreign, were still getting robbed, raped, and killed, and you refused to be next on the list.

So you came to the one being you thought of as not only the strongest, but the fairest, believing he had Gotham's best interest in mind, that his path was righteous, and that he would rid the city of the infection. If only you knew then how wrong you were, you would have saved yourself a lot of trouble.

"Are you now? Then tell me, what is it that you want from me?" the more he looked at you, the more he was set on keeping you, your answer had little impact on your fate. There was something about you, about your beauty, and Bane was sure it would drive him crazy if he gave you up.

"Teach me. Teach me how to fight like you, and I promise you my loyalty." you even knelt before him! That made things especially easy.

And so he took you under his wing, teaching you what he deemed worthy for you to know. You were endearing to him, and the more you two chatted, the worse it was, for both of you. What you saw at first as a way out of misery had since become something of a friend. That was how you decided to call it, friendship, completely ignoring the way he quite literally took over your life.

He never let you out of his sight. You thought it was to guarantee your safety, but Bane was simply making sure to keep you for himself. Yet an idea materialized over time. You were the perfect grey mouse, the way you crept in… you had talent, he could use that.

You would be perfect for infiltration. Sure, he would put you in harm's way, but he had trained you, and if he was there to step in whenever needed, to save the day… It would all work out, it had to.

So he started sending you out. First just to the territories of other rogues to test the waters, then he moved to dispatching you straight to the dragon dens. Bane was always close of course. He didn't trust his men to look after you, no matter how loyal to him they were, it wouldn't be enough to calm his mind. He called this upon himself and he swore he would keep you safe, convincing himself that he was the only one who could keep his abeja safe.

But you couldn't continue like that. You first seeked Bane out so that you could stay away from criminals as far as possible, but only now have you started to realize you joined forces with one. You had to draw the line somewhere, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Do not touch what is mine, Bat!", Bane roared out the first and only warning he was willing to give. You were hiding behind Batman, the man you lured to the Iceberg lounge as your last hope to get away from the controlling man.

For the first time in months, you were truly scared. Not only had you broken Bane's trust after swearing him your loyalty, but you also brought in the bat when his plan wasn't fully prepared.

You were quickly shown aside as the fight between the two gained intensity. You could not help but look at the brawl. The way they clashed, it was clear Bane hadn't taught you all he knew.

Batman fought hard, but Bane was fierce, furious, and even though he had his venom prepared, he didn't feel the need to use it. His wit and determination to get you back were this time enough to send Batman scurrying away in a hurry, leaving you behind and on your own.

"Stay away! I'm armed and I'm not afraid to use it!" you raised your weapon higher into the air, closer to Bane's face, only for him to laugh at you. "That's a fork, abeja." he muttered as he disarmed you effortlessly and picked you up by the back of your shirt as you stood paralyzed, watching the utensil that was now out of your reach.

Bane took his mask off with his free hand, revealing a cruel smirk on his lips, "Estás en problemas, Y/N...". His voice came out dangerously low, but there was a notable hint of patience. You momentarily locked your eyes with his green ones, the look he gave you... It wasn't only stern and authoritative, but also tender, almost soft, it was off, sickeningly so. "Care to explain yourself?"

"Not to you!" you spat in his face, all admiration you had towards him long gone. You started to wiggle and trash around to make the man lose his hold on you, only to be met with an amused chuckle.

"Eres luchadora, cariño, I always loved that about you, so smart, so ravishing.", Bane spoke out before switching his hold on you, trapping you closer to him, "There's nothing I could do but to fall in love with you.". He kept your hyperventilating form in a rock hold as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes "I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me, Y/N, but I can't let you go. Ni ahora, ni nunca."

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in that case, would it be alright to ask for headcanons of rimmer with a male significant other who loves listening to his weird tangents and treating him gently and with kindness?

Sure, it would be alright^^

I wanted to finish it a few days ago, but my roommate arrived at our dorms, which obliterated my chances of staying up late... And sorry it took so long!

Anyways, I hope you'll find it to your liking 🫡

A war within

Arnold Rimmer x Male!reader

big thanks should go to my favourite gal✨ @zamppera, for giving me ideas and making this process a lot funnier than it usually is!

There might have been a meaningful conversation the first time around, a simple question evolving into a monstrous monologue about Ivan the Terrible and his sexual rituals

Rimmer had expected you to join Lister and run away from his rambling, yet, you were still there, listening, jolly-eyed, your chin rested up in your palm, a concentrated look on your face

He stuttered when he noticed, and his face got red with a mix of anger, at himself as he was under the impression he humiliated himself, and with embarrassment itself, and completely stopped with his storytelling

"Hey, why'd you stop? It was getting interesting."

He blinked at you a few times before he came up with an answer, "T-The... The boiler room! The boiler room isn't going to clean itself!" 

And with that, he stormed out of the room

Yet the boiler room was not, in fact, cleaned that day

He thought that was it, that you were not going to listen to his stories ever again

It would probably be for the better, you wouldn't get bored by him so soon at least

But that wasn't the case

Whenever he was talking, you seemed to be there, paying attention, hanging on his every word, even encouraging him to continue some of the thoughts Lister had cut short

Whatever it may be that he is talking about at the moment – you are there, and you are listening to him, actually listening!

He doesn't get it

He's genuinely flabbergasted, bamboozled, and for the longest time he just assumes you're there just to have something to laugh at with Lister behind his back

You're going to spend a lot of time assuring him that that's not the case

If he ever brings it up, that is

He feels funky whenever you look at him, or talk to him, butterflies in his stomach kind of funky

The same funky when his mother acknowledged his existence

He always thought he would get used to it, used to you and your presence, especially after you got closer, after you became a pair

But he never did

Whenever you were around, you made him mushy, soft and warm

He didn't know whether he hated it, or loved it, fighting a battle within himself

But that wasn't the only battle raging inside him

The constant doubting of his emotions, his decisions, his intellect...

Sometimes it got too strong to hide

"Arn? Is everything alright?"

"Yes! Yes, everything's dandy, diddly dandy to be exact. Oh, look, a loose screw, I should go and find a-"

"Nothing's alright when you say dandy, and diddly is making it even worse. Come on starlight, don't hide from me."

He would much rather just vanish from the room or existence, rather than try to explain what he was feeling

And you knew

That's exactly why you closed the distance between your bodies and trapped his face in your hands

"Arn, please, don't shut yourself in."

He avoided your gaze like fire, yet the hurt behind his eyes was painfully obvious

The fact that his face was as red as the Dwarfs coating was not easing Rimmer at all

Yeah, it will take a lot longer to get used to you and to his emotions

Out of all the people in his life, you're the only one who has ever got him to open up to a such extent

He appreciated that you were there for him, that he had someone to turn to, someone who didn't make fun of him the moment he opened his mouth

A rarity abort the Red Dwarf

Just as rare as Arnold being proud, this time of the fact he could call you his boyfriend

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A little update

So... I saw Avatar 2 in cinema few days back and it's safe to say that my luck of choosing the worst possible blorbo to be obsessed over continues.

–> I will be adding that bastard (avatar)Quaritch to the requesting list, if anyone's interested

I have my first and only finals tomorrow, I will spiral a bit after I fuck that up too, so writing may or may not be my go to. I hope it will be, 'couse I'm really looking forward to completing those requests!

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Here I am again, with another request! So Yautja x gn! S/O, where the reader fights like this guy in this video. Oneshot or Headcanons you choose.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkJXiRmRSCo

Synopsis: it has been a while since you moved to the Yautja’s spaceship with your new alien boyfriend, all of the Yautjas have been mean towards both of you, since your boyfriend is warrior who fell in love with a mere and powerless human. But there is one Yautja that made you finally snap! You challenge him into a knife fight! Your boyfriend tried to intervene, but little did he know that you are great in combat! With your interesting movements and fight style.

You can choose if it’s going to be a draw or the reader wins.

Feel free to ignore for being too confusing.

Thank you!

I'm sorry it took so long! qwq I have to get back into the mind space I had and it's not as easy as I thought...

Hope you'll be satisfied with what my head chewed up!

The Rasputin style (HCs)

Yautja x GN! reader

For those curious, here's the vid

You were supposed to stay on the ship

But 'supposed' never cut it with you, not when there was an infinite quantity of vast worlds you could explore

So there you were, currently on Yautja Prime, once again, trailing close behind your mate 

After you had to promise and swear on your life to not provoke other yautjas, and to keep a low profile

You were on thin ice ever since you met another one of his species, and you didn't even get to make a proper impression! 

They were quick to judge you based on the fact that you were human, a species not even worth the time and effort to hunt most of the time

Sure, there were some exceptions, but they had a lot more than just another yautjas word to back up their skill 

Although, you were content with the rules 

You were the intruder here, after all, you and your mate breaking the long-set rules his race lived by for centuries, you'd probably get the same looks if you ever went back to Earth

If only looks were the only thing you received

You were with your boyfriend long enough to learn their body language, to know that they were laughing at you

And at your mate as well, presumably

He noticed it too, but he didn't react, just to keep his face, a sense of dignity

So you let it slip as well

Until their remarks got verbal

You were prepared for a lot and ready to let plenty of things slide, you didn't want to cause any trouble for your boyfriend, but you had to draw the line somewhere

So you turned around and ran your mouth, more or less calling out one of the loudest ones for a fight

You were kind of glad you didn't get to see the flashes of emotional turmoil on your partner's face

The mix of fear, confusion, anger, disappointment...

Yeah, you didn't need to see that, you had a lecture coming your way either way

You spilt your mind, hoping they had their translator on, not realizing a crowd started to form

And two sharp razors were glistening in the sun soon after

Good thing you noticed those

You swiftly moved out of the way and circled the attacker

Well, danced around them really

They were slow to turn around, giving you enough time to pull out your own weapon

The confusion was quite evident on their face

They growled and charged at you 

And you twirled around, again, leaving a little cut on your opponent's side behind as a warning

A warning they didn't head

You hold back, for the most part, they had a physical advantage after all, but you managed to avoid getting hit, along with slashing them here and there when you got an opening

You twirled, and jumped in an expressionistic manner, working up your opponent, exhausting them and slowing them down

You might have been lucky with them being young blood, more experienced fighters would not let your movements deceive them so easily

You caught a few looks at your mate during the fight, he looked quite disappointed, which was understandable, you broke a promise after all

But the fight had to come to an end at some point, and ending it without a winner wasn't an option, you were not going to try and break the honour codex, it was you who challenged them after all

So you waited and waited until your opponent's movements started to get sloppy

These fights were meant to be a life-and-death situation

They finally fell to their knees, and two options open for you

Slow and painful

Or fast and painless

They were not very nice to you, sure, but that wasn't enough to let them bleed out

So you chose fast and painless

You twirled for the last time, getting enough force in your movement to lent the final blow, and slice the other's head right off with your blade

Looking around at the crowd, they all looked baffled, bamboozled

Humans were a weird race

You tiptoed back to your partner, an innocent smile on your lips, and embraced his arm

"So, where were we going?"

He ruffled at your hair, patting it at the process with his free hand, clicking slowly with his tusks

He might not be angry, he certainly wasn't happy with you, but he was certainly proud you were able to stand your ground against someone who wasn't him

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Hey whazzzz up?! Felling better?

Hey!

Yes and no, you see, it's evolving, just backwards 😅

My runny nose is almost gone, so is the migraines, almost, but it's being replaced by caught, at least it's not dry anymore! 😂

That being said, I started working on requests again just today, I had slow start and a plenty distractions, but I am almost done with yours, actually! ^^ and I hope to finish it later today (with it being like 1.30 in the morning and me going to sleep, so, yeah, some time today 😅)

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readers, if something i write makes you squeal, scream or otherwise audibly react, please (i’m begging you), let me know

it’s the most fun, motivating feedback to receive.

better yet, let me know what line did it for you. if anything, it’s going to make me want to have that effect again so you will no doubt end up with MORE content like that lol

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Ok Corey Cunningham one-shot with an s/o who is also a serial killer on the run looking for a new start. Working at a new job as the towns new librarian. So when they come across Corey ,while trying to get some gas and snacks, with the cut in his hand they already know what to do to patch him up with the first aid kit in their car. Corey just looked so cute, they couldn't resist so maybe some stalking here and there couldn't hurt. So imagine to their surprise to finding out that someone was stalking the stalker. The stalker's stalker is just as obsessed as they are so as a gift reader sends Corey a heart(like a human heart) and in return he gives them the knife he first killed someone with. And they both leave secret little love letters for each other bc they're both so shy around another.

Imma try, but I think I died inside a little while writing this, since it got to over 1800 words and it's finals week, not that I have any chance at having any reasonable results either way... Anyways, hope you'll enjoy this attempt of mine! ^^

Fascination

Corey Cunningham x serial killer!reader

The people here were different from what you were used to, always looking behind their shoulders, triple locking their doors and whatnot. If you were not trying to leave your old life behind, you'd take their awareness as a personal challenge. You of course knew why they all acted that way, news about Michael Myers spread like wildfire everywhere at that time, which is why Haddonfield was perfect for you. 

With a serial killer still lurking around, if you ever felt the need, you'd just have to match his style, which wasn't as easy as one may have thought, he had an almost artistic execution, but not many people seemed to notice. 

The quiet library helped you cease your longing for bloodshed, since the only people coming in nowadays were old people, and they were out of your preferred age group. They were a nice source of information on the other hand, way better than the news reports, always remembering some interesting backstories. You learned about many people that way, and you were most interested in learning about Laurie Strode and her granddaughter, Allyson. They both had a strong survival instinct in them, they'd be fun to break.

So it might have been just a pure coincidence that you were at the same gas stop as Strode, at the very same time. You were ready to go inside too when a little commotion grabbed your attention. A bunch of band kids ganging up on some guy? Oh, how have the times changed...

"Hey! Get away from him!" you scolded the kids. One of them stopped what he was doing, just to look at you venomously, "Can't you see we're having just a little fun moment here? Go away". You wanted to add that kid to your list so, so much, but you had to control yourself. "Don't use that tone on me, kid. Scatter or I'm telling your grandparents." their baffled expressions were enough to bring a smile to your face, "That's right, I know them. So, what will it be?".

You barely finished your line, before the kids were exchanging looks, and running away, inside the store and out of your earshot. "Goddamn kids, I swear they are getting worse every year." you mumbled, just so the guy on the ground could hear you and turned to him, "You good?".

"I've been better..." he reached for his wrist, squeezing it hard. You tilted your head at the motion, but a quick look at the ground answered the unsaid question for you. You were never one to help people, quite the opposite, really, but an idea emerged in your mind. 

Laurie had always looked at you in a way you could only call recognition as if deep down she know who you were. It made your blood boil. How could she know? You were trying so hard! But maybe seeing you helping someone would change her mind slightly.

"Let me see..." you cooed at the stranger, gently taking his hand and pulling it closer to you. There was some glass stuck in his palm, along with some plain cuts. It looked painful, but at the end of the day, you've... seen worse. "I've got some aid kit in my car... If you want me to help, that is." he simply nodded and pulled himself up, only now letting you have a good look at his face. He looked weirdly familiar... and cute. 

It wasn't until he was seated at the edge of your trunk with you dissecting his wounds that the realization hit you, "Sorry if I'm a bit probing, but aren't you Corey Cunningham?". The stranger has visibly stiffened, confirming your suspicions. "Oh, don't worry, I'm the last person who'd ostracize you."

Small talk was never your forte, but this guy, this Corey, he was... intriguing, so you tried to conversate while you patched him up, eventually going as far as offering him a ride home, Laurie long forgotten. He was hesitant to accept but did so after you reassured him a few times that you certainly didn't mind. 

The ride was quiet, your skittish nature finally getting the better of you, and his one wasn't helping the quiet at all. But you already knew all you needed, and if you didn't? You were dead set on finding out more by your old ways. There was something so interesting about him, enough to relit the spark you tried to vanquish.

Your time at work started to go by gradually slower and slower, your body itching to go out and lurk around your new obsession, out of his sight, of course. But today was different, special. You had a little gift prepared for him today. An invitation to a Halloween party, and a cheap plastic mask. The invitation was anonymous, but you couldn't wait to see his surprised face when would find it.

"Well, I certainly didn't expect you here! Corey, how are you?" you cheered at him as if you weren't waiting by the entrance for him ever since you showed up. He smiled at you, happy to see a familiar, non-hateful face, "Could always be better, but thanks for asking, how are you?". You exchanged some pleasantries, which was expected, before you gently took his hand and pulled him towards the bar, "I don't know how about you, but I'm thirsty! Let's get something". 

The night went smoothly, you talked, laughed, danced, and did the little conventionally expected drinking. You could say that you had a blast, that is until you didn't and panic was set in your core. You lost him. You lost Corey! He was right by your side just a moment before. Right there! You mentally pointed and looked around the spot. But now, you couldn't see him anywhere, he wasn't at the bar, he wasn't at the dance floor, he wasn't there! The only place you haven't looked around was the outside. You went out, full of anticipation, anxious to find him there, just to see those darn music kids riding around, but no Corey in sight.

Did he not want to talk to you anymore? Have you said something? Have you done something?

You spend the whole night, day and another night looking for him but ultimately decided to wait for him in the vicinity of his house. He had to go home sooner or later, no? It was long after sunrise when he showed up, looking all beat up, dirty, and visibly distressed. You could hardly contain yourself from running up to him. Was he really there? or was your broken mind playing tricks on your eyes? But why was he... bloody? You didn't dare to get any closer, in fear it truly was only a delusion, and what would you even say to him after he practically ran away from you like Cinderella. How come you didn't think about what you would say to him? You stayed at your spot for a while longer before you decided to leave, but something stopped you. 

The devil's eyes were looking right at you from across the road, hidden behind the dirty, off-white, beaten mask. There was no doubt in your mind, it had to be Michael Myers himself, in broad daylight. When had he shown up? You had a little stare-off before he tilted his head. You had no idea what that meant but something inside you told you to nod. Why? You had no idea, but the shape had seemingly lost interest in you, turning his gaze at the house your shared obsession dwelled. However, your eyes stayed on him. This was fascinating, and you had to know more.

It wasn't long until Michael grew bored of waiting for the boy, and went away. You weren't far behind him, stalking him, or so you thought, you were merely allowed to follow. 

You made your way to the entrance of his nest, there were marks of dragged bodies all over, and a fresh pool of blood smeared towards a weirdly taunt-up tent. Was it a good idea to follow him there? Probably not, and you'd be most likely pushing your luck if you deiced to go any further. But luck was for those who didn't know how to swim through life, so you went in.

The vivid smell was the first thing to reach your senses. Shit, piss and old blood, to normal people it would be a sign to get the hell out of there, you were far from normal though. Michael was, as you expected, standing in something one could hardly call a room, but it was a kind of space. There were piles of weird substances all over, along with rats, dead rats, bones and- Corey's mask! This was something you had to think through. Corey was here, with Michael, and survived, something that was unheard of, although... you were there too...

You settled on going home since Myers would most likely just continue ignoring you in his uncanny way. You turned on both TV, radio and social media, looking for clues. It didn't take long, as the words were flooding all channels and apps. A new killer was on the scene, seen together with the shape, wearing a scarecrow mask. Was this why he was so intriguing to you? Did Michael see the same in him? And was he now his apprentice? "This needs something special"

You would lie to yourself if you said you didn't miss the feeling. The heat, the texture, oh what bliss! The warm heart of a young man in your palms... Now the less enjoyable part – clean up. 

The Allen's house was towering over you, it was starting to look like a ruin. The front doors were unlocked. Corey was lying by the stairs, you could see the dried red liquid beneath him from where the little kid had fallen. He looked so peaceful, you couldn't help but gush over him, and before you knew it, your hand was caressing his cheek. He sleepily leaned into it, it made you smile, and you wanted to live in this moment forever. You couldn't stay, not yet, still feeling awkward, but you hoped the note you left for Corey, together with your gift, would help with your problem. For my scarecrow...

You went lurking outside the house, waiting for the new resident to wake up and leave, leaving free space for you to look around. It took him longer than you expected, waking long after midday, he must be hungry, and not being to go home for food from his mother... you might fetch something for him after you're done here. The box you had placed in front of the doors was gone, put away from prying eyes, but your note was there instead. Except it wasn't just your note anymore. Corey's handwriting was facing you, it was messy but still readable, and it did well to express the rush of emotions he must have felt. You swiftly scanned it over, a smirk forming on your lips. Maybe you wouldn't have to bring anything here with you... Maybe you could take him with you instead, and perhaps slaughter some people together here and there... Oh, you could definitely do some more slaughtering...

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There’s a character from a game that I really simp for, wanna see?

sure, send it to dms ^^

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Predator fandom be like:

Oh, yes, definitely 😂

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I love it when anons/guests find my works and kudo/leave reviews, but given the new revelation that Elon Musk is using bots to mine AO3 fanfiction for a writing AI without writer's permission, my works are now archive-locked and only available for people with an AO3 account.