#Reagan x Ron x Brett
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rithalie-sideblog · 5 months ago
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“Tell me I’m wrong”
Reagan picks her head up from where she’s been slouching over in the helicopter seat, scrunching her eyes up at her husband. It’s been a rough week, hell, a rough two months that led up to this moment. She isn’t exactly in the mood for a guessing game.
“You have five seconds to specify, or I swear Staedtler…”
“Tell me that the fucking epicenter of the Anomaly is not in Gravity Falls.”
Reagan blinks, tired and confused. She looks at Brett, peering over Ron’s shoulder from where he’s seated next to the man.
“Um, pretty sure it is, handsome. At least it was the last time I checked.” Brett takes the tablet from Ron’s hands. Reagan can’t help but notice they’re shaking slightly.
“Yup, Gravity Falls. Little town, a few incidents in the past with time travel, some Bigfoot sightings. Nothing big until today.” even Brett’s smile looks strained as he chuckles humorlessly. “A perfect place to open a door to the other dimension and unleash the apocalypse. When, exactly, is the cavalry coming?”
“We are the cavalry,” Reagan pats the box with her newest invention affectionately and tries not to yawn. “This baby can close any rift as soon as we come in contact with it. I know, I’ve done it before. How far are we from the town again?”
She strains her neck to see their screen and Brett, sweet, helpful Brett, unbuckles from his seat and tries to handle it to her. The machine picks that exact moment to swerve violently, making him stumble. Ron and Reagan’s hands reach out at the same time, holding him in place. He smiles at them.
Good, although an untimely metaphor for their relationship, Reagan thinks blearily.
“Sit down before you hurt yourself, you dumbass” she huffs as she buckles him in next to her.
Brett smiles as she checks for stuck straps next to his head and sneaks in a kiss to the back of her hand. Reagan blushes. It’s been a long summer.
“Reagan.”
Ron’s voice is strained, and she looks at him confused. What they and Brett have has been talked over quite thoroughly this summer, not to mention the years before, when he first found them. They wore different names then and had no idea who they were, but still he managed to sneak into their lives and stay there for years. As a friend and someone more. Ron had no reason to act strange.
Still, her husband looked ill, much unlike himself. His hands did not stop shaking.
“Gravity Falls, Reagan. The portal opened in Gravity Falls.”
“The name does ring a bell. Did we ever have a mission there or something?”
Brett shakes his head, equally oblivious. And suddenly he stops mid-movement, snapping his head up to Ron.
“Wait, isn’t that the place you chose to… To…” he shoots a look at Reagan, his eyes wide.
“The kids.” Ron says finally, and Reagan straightens out in her seat like a soldier with a new order, with laser-like focus finally on her husband.
“Reagan, we send the kids to Gravity Falls for the summer.”
For a moment, no one says a word. And then Reagan inhales, long and strained and focused, and lets out a string of curses so vile that they make Brett shrivel up in his seat and even Ron wince violently. She gets up from her seat despite the men’s outcries and marches over to the cockpit, unfazed by the machine swaying. A few seconds later they hear a yelp as the pilot gets knocked out of the compartment, sliding on the floor until Brett helps him buckle in one of the seats. The helicopter lurches violently and seems to gain speed, as Reagan milks the machine for all it’s worth.
Brett’s terrified gaze meets Ron’s wide eyes, but neither says anything.
The ride takes forever, in Reagan’s humble opinion.
Kids. Their kids! How could she forget? Sure, she’s been quite busy at the end of the school year, with her father coming back into her life with a goddamn red-taped manila folder and a mission to save the world. He burst into their tiny flat in the city, complaining about them moving from the countryside to make his search for them more difficult, and with panicked Brett on his heels. Who just kept apologizing. She didn’t understand then, so she sent her kids to school for the last day of the year. She called her husband to come home and made some tea for the man who claimed to be her father, and she waited for it all to make sense.
And, to her unspeakable horror, it did make sense.
Before the kids got back from school she and Ron had their old memories back, their suitcases packed and there was an imprint of Reagan’s hands on Randall’s scrawny neck. How dare he? How dare he come into her life again, step into her home, into her safe space with fucking Cognito business in his hands? How dare he say hello to her kids as they passed, when she worked so damn hard to keep him and her whole complicated past life away from them? Ron and Brett had to restrain her before she did the unthinkable, and then they forced her to help cover Brett’s resulting black eye with make-up before the kids came back.
She apologized, but remained angry, fuming in the bathroom while applying her best foundation on the man. Brett kept apologizing for them being found over and over again until she forced his mouth shut with a kiss. Not his fault, she said to him as he recovered, then short-circuited again as Ron pressed another kiss to his hair. It’s not Brett’s fault her father is an asshole who can not survive one measly apocalypse-like event without his daughter.
When the kids came back, they had their suitcases ready, too. They were confused, as uncle Brett offered to ride them to the bus station for “the best summer adventure of their lives”. They talked about it last month, right? Ron’s family owning a house in the countryside? About a mysterious uncle they found through old records? They found him as the kids dug around for family information for the heritage day at school. He seemed nice! It will be so much fun!
Reagan tried to not look guilty as she kissed her son’s forehead, murmuring promises about meeting them soon. He didn’t quite buy it, looking up at her from behind his bangs with that quizzical look she sometimes saw in the mirror, and it almost broke her heart. It took his father’s bent knee and a promise to believe them before he finally agreed to go. Their daughter took less convincing, happy to experience an adventure. She took after Brett in that way, always ready for new things and optimistic about the future, like Ron. She kissed her and her dad goodbye as Ron chuckled and ruffled her hair, and Reagan was ready to murder her father all over again.
As Brett walked out of the house with the kids, the girl riding on his shoulders happily and the boy dragging his feet a little, Reagan sent Ron a desperate look. He responded in kind. They would deal with things and come back to this, as soon as possible.
They did not come back soon.
It took a whole summer to get things back on track. Between the apocalypse, the after effects, the clean-up, the dimensional ripples and a bunch of necessary memory alteration, Reagan lost track of time. She meant to do a more thorough check on this “Stanford” person after she got her memories back. The first one showed no signs of trouble, but you never know! He isn’t even related to them! Who knows what he could do! She meant to call her kids and check.
None of them did.
And now they paid the price as, somehow, the biggest apocalyptic event of the decade has happened right in the middle of Gravity Falls.
They’ve kept getting some weird readings throughout the whole summer but no one could exactly spare their attention enough to check. It’s always been someone else, some other branch, that took care of this particular town. Now that she thinks of that time, neither Ron nor Brett ever even caught wind of the name of the weird town, too exhausted every day after yet another unseen complications. They were out of practice in dealing with the workload and it showed. They collapsed against each other every night, husband, wife and more often than not, Brett, for a well-deserved rest.
Well, it’s not like Reagan thought that rest deserved now. They should have checked on the kids, they should have called, they should have gone to see them, they should have checked on them at least once instead of waiting for them to call!
She speeds up again, glad that she’s alone in the cockpit, as tears of frustration and worry slip down her cheeks. Reagan never prays, and yet right now she begs every force in the universe for her kids to be alright.
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They find the town leveled down. They find the rubble and the jarred remains of buildings and people, and Reagan’s heart stops before she remembers how to breathe again. The apocalypse site is still far away, but they can already see the reason for the disaster. There’s a giant, purplish and orangish cross in the sky, like reality itself was carved out with a slicing weapon. Under it floats a dark pyramid, and Reagan instinctively sets her course to reach it until she feels someone stop her hand.
Ron looks over her shoulder, tense but focused as he rattles out an address for the house where their kids are supposed to be. He moves to put the coordinates into the helicopter's GPS too, and soon a red dot start’s blinking at them, still too far away. Reagan dutifully adjusts her course, ignoring the people screaming for help down below. Something unsticks itself from the ground below them, reaching for the helicopter with slimy tentacles but Reagan swerves and skillfully lets the appendages meet the business end of the helicopter blades. The only praise she gets is Ron’s hand squeezing her shoulder, but she gets it. There’s no time for putting on a show.
Brett appears on her other side, his eyes wild and scared but his mouth set in a determined line. He holds a weapon out to Ron who takes it, and tucks one into Reagan’s belt, not peeling his eyes away from the wreckage of what’s left of the safe and unassuming town they send their kids to.
The GPS blinks and suddenly goes out, and so does half the lights on the board. Brett’s cry drowns in the sudden noise that fills their ears. The helicopter stops in the air and then starts falling, slowly, like gravity itself malfunctions.
Ron curses and kicks the board to try and force it back on, but Reagan stops him. She points to the anomaly. The black pyramid starts to unravel before their very eyes, brick after brick being sucked into the portal. The rumble is deafening. The last brick being sucked in marks the beginning of the exodus. All the unspeakable horrors fly past them and back into the rift one by one, some of them grinning at the people stuck in the slowly falling machine. The tear slowly closes, the fabric of reality knitting itself back together.
And then, like someone flicked a switch, there’s a sudden blink in the sky. It explodes in the array of pinkish light, covering the Gravity Falls in a gradual swoop. Whenever the light touches, buildings snap back to looking perfectly fine, people are reappearing, some lingering creatures disappear without fanfare. It’s… a perfect clean-up, Reagan can’t help but wonder, and she lets a flicker of hope take hold as she sees injured people standing up, perfectly fine once again.
The light reaches the helicopter and pushes it back, as if sensing they’re not from here. It sends the machine flying, barreling through the air and now all three of them swear, as Reagan grabs the steering wheel and pulls with all her might. She will not die before checking on their kids, thank you very much
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It takes them another hour to locate the address again, what with the scrambled GPS and the steering system almost ripped out of its base by panicking Reagan.
The lone shack sits in the middle of the woods, way too close to where the pyramid has been. Reagan lands the machine in the clearing, and Brett is out the door before she can call for it. She unbuckles and runs after him, but Ron stops her. He silently wipes the tear stains from her cheeks with his thumbs and tries unsuccessfully to wipe the blood from her chin, before pushing a gun into her hands and letting her through, hot on her heels himself.
The clearing is full of people in various states. Ruffled clothes, tired looks and various scraps and bruises litter the crowd. She can’t see her kids anywhere. Brett is arguing with someone, she realizes. Some big and well-dressed man, who looks like he’s been to hell and crawled back on his hands and knees. His suit is torn, he has a weird hat that keeps falling off, and a pair of broken glasses on his nose. He keeps shouting at them about the government finally taking a damn clue, and trying to shoo them off his front lawn at the same time. He looks ready to brawl, all fists and scowls, but Reagan barely listens, eyes jumping from one weird person to another, all crowded around the front steps of the shack.
Survivors, she mentally categorizes. Aggressive, she notes, as they send her dark looks and she grabs her weapon tighter.
“Stanford.” Ron’s voice carries, when he wants it to.
The old man stops in his tracks and blinks at the gun aimed between his eyebrows. Brett jumps away, reaching for his own gun. People in the back start shouting and Reagan almost automatically picks up and aims her weapon at the biggest threat she can see, a big man with a red beard and an axe in hand. She can see Brett pick aim too, though she’s sure his weapon is only set to stun. The crowd stops and falls silent, tense as Ron steps forward, commanding the area with his clear threat.
“Stanford Pines” Ron all but growls, his weapon’s buzzing getting louder as it charges, a clear threat. “Where. Are. Our. Kids?”
Reagan can hear murmurs from the crowd as she powers up her own weapon. They didn’t get over the plan, there was no plan once she rushed to the cockpit, but she knows her husband. He may be the sweetest man around every day for a lifetime, but he was also the man who planned to uproot their entire lives and reimagine himself a thousand times over if it meant saving the one he loved. And he did. And now he has more people to love than he ever did, but this need to protect? To save? It multiplied. The threat he poses to Stanford is real.
And neither her nor Brett will stop him.
The old man seems to realize it too because he freezes in spot, eyes wide and jumping from Ron to Brett and finally to Reagan. He gulps, and works his jaw nervously but doesn’t say anything, furrowing his brows in determination. Ron tenses and Reagan can only hope his gun is also on stun when…
“Dad?”
The crowd murmurs and undulates as if keeping something in it, but Ron’s attention immediately jumps to them as he calls out for his son.
And then Dipper, their brave little boy, forces his way from between someone’s knees and stops short at the sight before him. At the sight of his wild-eyed parents and his uncle holding people at gunpoint, ragged and bloodied from their tumble in the helicopter.
“Dad? Is that you? What’s going on?” he calls out again, clearly scared, and Ron immediately drops his weapon. The gun doesn’t even stop powering down before he is at his knees before Dipper, throwing his arms around him in a fierce hug. Dipper holds him close too, his eyes watering and burrowing his face in his suit jacket. He claimed he was too old to cry in their arms just four months ago. Whatever happened here must have scared him. Brett tenses and risks a look at Reagan as she grinds her teeth, never taking her eyes away from her target. He follows suit.
“Uncle Brett?” Mabel whispers, way too quietly for their exuberant little girl, as she is also freed from the crowd.
Reagan hears more than sees Brett’s breath hitch as he immediately chucks his weapon away to run towards the girl. He picks her up and cradles her close to his chest, whispering assurance and crying more than she does as she clings to him like a monkey. Ron frees a hand and pulls them both down to him, trying to cuddle around all three of them. They’re all crying now, quietly sniffling, betrayed by the way Ron’s shoulders tremble.
Reagan stands, frozen. She took a lot of damage when she managed to set the helicopter straight. Her nose is broken, her hands are scraped, and she thinks she may have a concussion from how violently her head snapped around in the cockpit. She decided to wear black today, much unlike the mother the kids know. She knows she looks nothing like what they’re used to.
With the helicopter at her back, she can stay invisible for a moment longer, gun still aimed at the potential threat. But she can also see the change in the group, a loosening of tension.
Stanford’s shoulders slowly fall back as he stares dumbly at the gun at his feet, then at Ron and Brett’s backs. Defenseless, something in Reagan’s head hisses violently and, she trains her gun at the old man instantly.
But the man seems to be lost in thoughts. He looks almost… forlorn at the scene. Suddenly he picks up a hand to wipe at his own eyes, as Reagan realizes that the fight might be over. She slowly lowers her gun, which finally earns her a look from Stanford.
He takes her in, in all of her battered glory, with the death in her eyes and blood trickling down her chin. She sticks it out at him, and bares her teeth, more than ready for another challenge. Deep down, she just wants to take her kids and go home.
“Mom, huh?” Stanford asks, humorlessly, “I see where they got that fight from.”
He says it too loud. It seems like all the group’s attention suddenly focuses on her, and Reagan wants to snarl at them all over again and tell them to back off. But that’s also when her kids pick their heads up and start to look for her from her lovers’ protective circle of arms.
Dipper, her brilliant, smart little genius, finds her first.
“Mom?” he asks, hopeful, a little unsure, as if Reagan is just a mirage, or something he can barely believe in.
She can’t help it. She steps forward, into the light, finally lowering her gun, and he gasps.
“Mom! Mom, what happened, are you alright? Mom!”
“Mom!” Mabel cries out, her sunshine given human form, and Reagan feels her knees buckle as she finally crumples under the relief that her kids are safe.
Ron and Brett cry out too, alarmed, but she waves her hand at them as Dipper and Mabel force themselves free and run to her. She wipes blood from her teeth and smiles and spreads her arms just in time to catch them. They look scratched and a little bruised, but they are alive and in one piece and Reagan thanks all the powers she can. They wiggle in her hold, concerned with their mom’s state, until she pulls them even closer and starts leaving kisses on both of their heads and murmuring into their hair.
“You’re safe” she keeps repeating “You’re safe, I’m here, We’re here. I’m fine. You did so good. You’re safe. You will never have to survive something like that again. I will make sure of it.”
Reagan bares her teeth as she spots someone approaching, half-feral now that she has her kids in her arms again, but it’s just Ron. Her husband puts his arms around all of them carefully, like they’re made of glass. Reagan thinks she may be. She looks for the last part of their little jig-saw family and spots Brett walking over, still sniffling, although he looks more put together than she feels.
“Some summer adventure, right kiddos?” he jokes, stopping by them and cracking his back like an old man.
Mabel whacks a hand at his leg, choking out a chuckle, and he laughs, ruffling her hair. He will join them in a moment. For now, he has a clean-up to do.
“Sorry for the scare” he says quietly to Stanford, who looks like he clearly has no fight left in him. “Got a little overprotective - Family bonds and all that, you know?”
“My brother erased his whole identity to stop the Apocalypse.” Stanford says, flatly.
Tough crowd, Brett thinks. But if there’s anything he is good at, it’s at solving people’s problems for them. And Mabel whispered to him to take it easy on the guy. So Brett will do what he does best.
“I think,” says Brett, clapping the man on the arm, “that it's something Cognito Inc. can help you with, if you let us.”
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praxieserver · 2 years ago
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this was supposed to be done earlier but anyways
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s2 ep8 wasn't real and ron is in a polycule with reagan and brett bless
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shutupcrime · 2 years ago
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The genre is platonic soulmates your honour
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karyanastore · 3 months ago
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https://rumble.com/v5cfrmt-in-da-club.html
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msg4andre · 2 years ago
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random inside job hcs (NSFW)
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Contains: fem!reader, hair pulling, cock warming, degrading, making out, oral sex (fem receiving.) Gramatical mistakes (did not read through this so this is coming from my mind RAW) lingerie, nsfw shit lol.
• Reagan gets wet really easily. You found this out the day you two…
…were making out in her lab, hands all over each-other and you pinning her against the door. Your knee came up to Reagan’s crotch to which she immediately begin grinding on it, small groans of pleasure cascading out of her lips. You watched intently as her already wet panties darkened with more of her essence, the black fabric stuck to her pussylips and outlining that beautiful shape.
When you and Andre begun dating he let it slip that he wanted you to sit on his face. When you finally let him, he eat like it’s his final meal. Andre whimpers, bucking his hips and murmuring about how much he loves how you taste, coaxing a string of moans as he sucks on your puffy clit. You swear to the heavens that he’s dying down there but when you try to give him some air he whines and immediately pulls you back down, tongue darting at your folds.
I know I said I don’t write dom!characters but I genuinely do not see Gigi being a sub. Gigi is a hair puller, if you’re eating her out and break eye contact she’ll pull on your hair and make you look at her. If you’re bratty she will not hesitate to call you out, she’ll edge you till no tomorrow.
Ron is like, really into cockwarming. After a long day at work he wants nothing more than to be with you, so when you suggested cockwarming he immediately said yes. Steadying your hands on his broad chest you slowly sank down on his cock. Relishing in the way he filled you up to well, how the girth stretched your weeping hole. Ron on the other hand was seemingly in another world. His calloused hands gripped your hips and he resisted the urge to not thrust up and start fucking you right then and there. Ron took in a breath and rested his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling a soft ‘thank you’ as muscular arms enveloped you in an embrace. You still giggled at how he hissed when you moved on him slightly.
Being in a relationship with both Ron and Brett means a lot of cuddling and one if not both of them getting aroused. It’ll always start off the same way, Brett and Ron will mumble something to eachother before eventually attacking you with kisses from both sides, and having two beautiful men on both your sides means you cave in pretty quickly. They’ll drive you mad; they’ll toy and pull at your nipples, gently rub your clit while another one (most times it’s Ron) will squeeze your ass.
Gigi is very much into buying you lingerie. She’ll mail it to your house, leaving a suggestive little note inside the box. It’s a huge turn on if you’re willing to model for her which only lasts a few moments before she pounces on you.
JR is a total bitch and he wants- no- needs you to put him in his place. Make that s.o.b get on his knees and eat you out from underneath the desk, be real mean about it to. “Look at how pathetic you are…” You whispered to which JR whined against your clit. He tongued at it faster, palming himself through his pants. All his life he was used to getting what he wanted, that was until he met you. You’d deny his orgasms, deny the ability to touch you all together whenever he was acting spoiled. He couldn’t even make it two days before he humping your leg, grinding his bulge against you while begging you to make him feel good.
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chivalricmaiden · 2 years ago
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Brett: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Ron recently.
Reagan: No, Brett, it's not what it looks like, I swear.
Brett: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?
Reagan: No! You’re the only one for me.
Brett: Is that so?
Reagan: I promise! Ron and I are just dating, okay? He’s my boyfriend.
Brett: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?
Reagan: You are still my one and only best friend! He’s just the love of my life, nothing more!
Brett: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?
Reagan: Of course bro!
Brett: Bro...
Ron: What the-
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k1ckback · 2 years ago
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HEY THIS IS KIND OF SPECIFIC BUT CAN YOU DO THE GANGS REACTION TO A READER WHO IS USUALLY SERIOUS AND DOESNT EXPRESS MUCH, BUT THEN KINDA BREAKS DOWN AND STARTS VIOLENTLY SOBBING IN FRONT OF THEM?? THANK YOU HEHEEHE
OHOHO I can. keep it coming with requests anon, because hyper specific stuff is my favorite to write tbh
Went with Reagan, Brett, Ron and Andre for this! (Sorry JR fans i’m saving him for special occasion) 
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Reagan 
- her first reaction is shock, she hesitates to touch you at first, wanting to make sure she doesn’t overwhelm you.  - she has.. a confusing time with people’s emotions, but it’s you. “Hey.. what’s wrong?” 
- she’d take your hand in hers, rubbing the back of it mindfully. modeling breathing techniques they sprung on her in anonymous anonymous.  - cooing the only words of comfort she can think of, all of her thoughts cease when you wrapped your arms around her. she froze for a few seconds, before returning it.  - she’s always struggled with repressing her own emotions, but this had been a long-time coming. she pondered how you’d managed this long without any outburst. she rubbed your back haphazardly, and listened to you with shaky breaths try to explain the source of this.  - “I’m glad you told me” was her first response, “I know it feels like it sometimes, but you don’t have to handle this by yourself. promise.”
- the type to let you vent to her and than will take you out to get food, because talking about emotions is exhausting  - expect her to be a little more vigilant when it comes to your emotions though. 
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Brett
- his first instinct is to smother you, “what’s wrong love? did something happen? can I hug you?” all of his concern poured out into his words, waiting for you to give something of a nod before wrapping his arms around you  - if you need a minute to cry it out, he’s all for it. expect him to rub your back and just listen. 
- he might cry a bit himself, (he’s on the higher empathy side of autism I don’t make the rules, me too brett)  - that being said, anything you got going on? he’s in it with you. if this is caused by a certain person? expect him to have some stern words for them, if it’s at a situation? he won’t stop until he can help you figure it out. 
- he usually keeps a panic attack kit on him at work, so he won’t hesitate to get you a fidget if needed. he understands how hard it can be to come down from sobbing like that. when you’ve calmed down to a certain point, he takes your hand in his. 
- “I want you to know i’m happy you shared this, and I care about you. I promise we’ll figure this out together okay?” every bit of his reassurance seems to be nothing but believable. 
- if the two of you are at home when this happens? expect to be cuddled and practically worshipped until you feel better.. if you’re at work, he’s taking you to his office to wait out the anxiety-attack hangover.
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Ron - “honey, ” his hands find your face quickly. wiping your tears with his thumbs.  “hey, what’s going on?” he waits for you to find the words. a patient frown dawning his lips.  - straight to reassurance. “everything’s gonna be alright, I promise”     - he’s not happy that this is happening, but he is a little relieved that he’s finally seen you showing some of your emotions, he just worries you don’t feel comfortable around him sometimes. (Despite this obviously not being true)
- “I’m here to listen.” he reassures. as the initial tears and your breathing start to slow, he’ll start to listen to the situation, and throughout it expect him to be nodding all the way. he just wants to make sure you know he’s listening. - and really, he is. if you need help trying to fix a problem? this guys there, if you just need to talk for a little bit, he’s always up to listen. he just wants to see you happy. - that being said, he’s happy the two of you could talk at this level. there’s something of a bond that comes from it.
- expect him to start checking up on you more, especially just asking if you need to rant to anyone. coworker problems? parking ticket? ranting family member? he’s practically heard it all.
- he’d ask you to go watch movies after this, I don’t make the rules. he might even take the day off for it.
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Andre
- he might immediately worry he did something wrong, but when he figures out this is an entirely different problem, he’s doing everything he can to help you calm down (he’s definitely had his own panic attacks before though, so he already has a few ideas in mind)
- he reaches for a hug, wrapping his arms around you with a soft sigh. “I’ve got you. I promise.” He hums out, letting you sob into his shoulder.
- the crying doesn’t last very long, and within a couple minutes, your breath’s feel somewhat full again. your hands though continue to shake in Andre’s grasp, and he doesn’t let up on tracing your palm.
- after a bit of talking, mostly andre listening (with the occasional verbal profanity at the absurd-mess of a situation) he starts to understand your apprehension to leave that facade you put on for work. he definitely knew someone was under there, but he realized this might be his first time meeting them.
- he’s generally the most down to earth out of the group when it comes to mental health stuff. he has nowhere to judge. so by all means, if his partners having trouble with it? he’s all ears. sometimes having someone to just listen to you can go a long way. he really cares about you, and he knows you’d do it for him.
- “we’ll figure this out; we won’t stop until it’s fixed.” His hand squeezed yours; and his eyes finally met yours: anything about his expression could’ve easily convinced you of his intentions.
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urfavoritegirls · 2 years ago
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✮CANDID COUPLES PHOTOS YOU WOULD HAVE WITH THEM + GENERAL PDA HCS✮
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not a request, this was just sitting in my drafts for a while
cw: so much fluff
characters: brett, andre, gigi, reagan, ron
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✮BRETT✮
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✮ he slipped on his ass right after this photo was taken
✮ i think he would be 50/50 about pda, like he loves holding your hand and hugs but would be more nervous about kissing
✮ on dates he is more calm about kissing but at work he'd be like "babe.." with his face all red
✮ANDRE✮
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✮ the silly man
✮ LOVES PDA
✮ one hand on you always no matter what
✮ willing to cuddle you anywhere if you wanted
✮GIGI✮
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✮gigi would do anything to share their cute s/o
✮ picnic dates >>
✮ one hand on your hip and visa versa
✮ little smooches if she has to leave without you
✮REAGAN✮
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✮ is alright with PDA
✮ its just clear she's extremely nervous about it though
✮ walking through rain while talking about anything is one of her many ideal dates (also is one of the only ones that includes going outside. besides museum dates)
✮RON✮
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✮ kinda like reagan he's alright with it
✮ wouldn't be as nervous to kiss you though
✮ likes holding your hands, he's one of those people with weirdly cold hands 24/7 and likes the warmth
✮ but generally likes being private when he's affectionate with you
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crapimgay · 3 months ago
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At first I didn't really like Reagan x Ron but end of Season 2 quickly changed that for me. Now that Reagan has made that choice, I heavily ship her and Brett. If it weren't for that then I would probably stick with her and Ron, and her being bsf with Brett.
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ijafterhours · 1 year ago
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You can't fire your own family. Can you?
It's been ten years since Reagan finally assumed control of Cognito, against all odds. Her team is finally complete, and they're training the next wave of employees for their lives under the skin of America. Success is right around the corner. However, one of these new prodigies is starting to have second thoughts, at the apex of her most crucial mission. Reagans own daughter, Lara.
You heard it here first, folks! Inside Job; After Hours 2 is finally scheduled for its release, with the first episode dropping Sunday, October 1st! I'm so incredibly excited for you to follow Lara's journey this season, and i'll be dropping bits and bobs before release as well, so stay tuned for more, and get excited! The next chapter is right around the corner!
1.10.23. Inside Job; After Hours - Season Two, Episode One: Welcome to Cognito 2.0!
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haystarlight · 9 months ago
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Appleton Wisconsin
There's a small town called Appleton in the state of Wisconsin, U.S.A.. It's far out in the country, far away from any big cities; away from the noise and the chaos, the hubbub and the busyness of the more populated areas.There's not that many businesses, all the neighbors know each other. The nights are quiet and dark and calm. There's peace and joy in the atmosphere. And apple trees, so many apple trees.
You would think this is the last place the C.E.O. of Cognito Inc. would wanna visit. Nothing remarkable, nothing important, absolutely nothing of note that the shadow government would even care about. And yet, Brett Hand has decided to use his vacation to drive himself out here.
Or; What if Reagan had decided to wipe her memory and go with Ron at the end of Season 2?
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rithalie-sideblog · 5 months ago
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Okay so
SPOILERS for INSIDE JOB and one more Disney show but I hope I am safe since it’s not exactly new.
The ending to Inside job CRUSHED ME.
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You know, Reagan and Ron? The least likely couple to be created? That turned out to be the absolute best pairing I could have ever hoped for? THEM.
I SO wanted them to end up happily, even in Appleton. Hell, they deserve it. So I had a stupid idea.
Maybe there’s a timeline where they did end up together?
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The one where they stayed in Appleton.
Because you know what I thought of when I looked at Appleton logo?
SPOILERS!
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Yeah it’s very very far-fetched. But just IMAGINE.
Ron and Reagan end up together.
They move in. They argue. They make up. They live somehow happily. They have KIDS.
A boy, who just knows there’s something out there - something he just needs to prove or discover. That’s just out of his reach.
And a girl, whose only idea for life is to be happy - truly, remarkably happy. Against all odds, against the very universe scheming to make her and her family unhappy.
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Maybe them?
Like I said, it’s far-fetched but I love the idea for Ron and Reagan escaping the shadow world, only for their kids to almost unleash eldritch horrors upon the earth.
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Because if there’s something Reagan’s kids and Randall’s grandchildren would do is make a deal with cosmic horror spirit and turn on strange machines in the basement.
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(yes I’m looking at you Mabel)
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We know twins are not related to uncle Stan (Hell, he may as well be Owl Lady’s ex from the Owl house - guy has his own set of relationship problems)
And we never saw their parents!
So what if Dipper and Mabel’s parents are Ron and Reagan? Maybe they did wipe their minds and raised the kids without a care about the shadow government?
You can’t tell me that Ron would be a bad father - guy has the father streak a mile long! He is patient with Reagan, he is reasonable, absolutely scared shitless about people he cares about and just wants them all safe! He would instal that hopeful streak in Mabel and keep feeding it because she is just what they need to keep color in their life. He is also snarky and Dipper definitely learned that from someone.
And Reagan? Socially unsure Reagan who has the habit of hyper fixating and losing touch with reality and would definitely pass that on to her son? She would try to be so gentle with Dipper and not crush his hopes and ideas because she would feel bad if she even tried. She could remember her dad as a mad scientist and most of all absent father but he also always nurtured her scientific growth. So let her nurture that in her own kids - most notably her son. And let her daughter make all the friends she could have. Just keep praising her - gOoOood work honey…? (Confused glance at Ron, as their daughter runs around with handmade embellishment gun for her sweaters. Ron just gives Reagan a thumbs up)
Let them just be good parents.
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Or even not-so-good-ones. After all, who sends their kids off to a relative on the other side of America for the whole summer without even background checking the guy?
Mayyyyybe parents who were just given their memories back and called to help in saving the world from another crisis?!
Or just terrible parents. Just because Ron and Reagan are great with one another, they still argue and they make mistakes. And they may try to do their best by their kids but also fuck up. They could and they probably would because which parent doesn’t fuck up sometimes?
Maybe they never got wiped and they tried to make their relationship work despite their jobs? And then BAM kids?
Or maybe Ron got wiped, and Reagan was pregnant already and her and Brett raised the kids until Ron came storming back into their lives (because I want them to be happy together - and he could beat the brainwash since he surely build some immunity by exposure over the years)
Man I just love the idea of Mabel and Dipper being Reagan’s kids. And just - living their best summer adventure life while their parents have to deal with one cosmic crisis after the other. And then Ron and Reagan realizing it’s their kids whom unleashed the cosmic horror upon the earth the moment they got some time for themselves!
Yeah, grandpa Rand would be proud.
And for anyone who says that Mabel and Dipper don’t look like Ron or Reagan - there are some possible options that explain the difference in noses (since it’s one of the things that set the kids apart from R&Rs).
Option 1: genetics - Mainly Ron’s parents having round noses.
Option 2: Ron and Reagan unable to have kids and using the donor or adopting (maybe a certain red-head with golden heart is the donor?)
Option 3: Brett being in the relationship with them both (my favorite)
Because look at them:
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I run out of space for pictures but puppet master Brett and puppet maker Mabel? They would be besties, if not family.
And the idea of Ron cultivating the optimism in Mabel still stands - he may not be the one who she gets it from but he will surely do his best to make his little girl happy and to keep her happy (her and his son and his wife - he is such a family man)
So…
TL;DR: What if, in one of the timelines, Mabel and Dipper Pines turned out to be Reagan and Ron’s children? :D
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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years ago
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Reagan, Brett, and Ron w/ a friend who’s scared of the dentist
fandom: inside job
warnings: mentions of dentaphobia, medicinal drugs, dental work, etc.
a/n: I just randomly started writing this like a half hour before I got two fillings
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Reagan
to some degree, she totally gets it, the dentist is not fun
she had some dental issues as a kid, so she’s been there
if you have an appointment for anything other than a cleaning, she can tell just by looking at you
I’m not sure if she’ll go into the room with you, but she’ll definitely be there for you when it’s all done
if it’s an extraction and you were given a lot of painkillers, she’ll watch over you until it wears off, making sure your back and head are elevated when you go to sleep
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Brett
I can see Brett being the kind of guy who’s very meticulous about taking good care of his teeth
mostly because he probably also dreads needing dental work
if you need the emotional support, Brett’s your guy
first of all he’ll make sure you don’t psych yourself out too badly
And will be right there with you (if it doesn’t get in the way of anything)
he’ll let you near crush his hand if you need to until it’s all over
reminding you that it’s going to be okay, and it’ll be done before you know it
if you’re still dizzy from the numbing meds the dentist gave you, he’ll put on something relaxing for you like an animal documentary
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Ron
I think Ron would be relatively okay with going to the dentist, but it’s not exactly something he looks forward to
when he finds about about your phobia, he doesn’t totally get it at first, but he can tell how much it freaks you out
to a point, he understands. especially if you’ve had some not-so-great experiences w/ it in the past
one time he stayed with you while you got a filling, and that was probably the most relaxed you’ve ever been in the office
if it was something big and you were really drugged up for it, he’ll probably record you while you’re dizzy
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reaganingridleys · 2 years ago
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reagan's pets (part 2)
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karyanastore · 3 months ago
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msg4andre · 2 years ago
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Ron is a cryer. The first time you guys made love he wasn’t expecting to let his emotions come out, but much to his dismay he couldn’t help it. The way you’d caress his cheek and pull him closer to your chest as you fucked yourself silly on him made him feel so loved. Ronnie was having mixed emotions <3 your wet pussy swallowed him so good but your love and affection made it all so erotic. It startled you when you saw tears fall from his eyes. You got off him which only made Ron whine and buck his hips in the air, brown eyes sparkling with tears and begging for you to make him feel good again. How could you say no to such a pretty crier?
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