#Yandere Reagan Ridley

[insidethejob]

What about yandere!platonic!father rand Ridley and yandere platonic sister Reagan with their genius!daughter/sister y/n who works for incognito and is dating yandere Brett

OH! That's fun...

[Reader had feminine pronouns, such as She/Her]

Rand is very disapproving of you dating Brett

He truly believes no one is good enough for his daughters, especially his youngest

Reagan doesn't hate Brett, at least not because he loves you, but mostly because he's taking her job

Though when Brett tells her that he's in love with you, she punches him. He pretty much took her job and now he's trying to take her sister?

"If you touch my sister, just remember I know where you live and I will kill you"

Brett is so giddy with you and Reagan's yandere tendencies are just for her to see you happy. She wants you to have the life she never had and she would be willing to give anything for it

Now Rand on the other hand doesn't care. He hates Brett and he makes it known to everyone, especially Brett

"I think your dad hates me"

^ "Nooooo... He's just... Difficult"

"Dad tell Brett you don't hate him"

"Why? I do hate him"

"You're not good enough for my daughter and no matter what you do, it'll never change my mind. If you really loved her, you'd leave her because she deserves better"

Rand and Reagan are opposite yandere. Reagan wants you happy, even if it's with the idiot Brett. But Rand is so stuck in his own world, that he thinks you're too smart for some guy. Rand wants to keep you trapped in a box, especially since he's realized he's losing Reagan

Rand sees Brett as a threat to his control over you

Rand, unlike Reagan, doesn't care about you being happy

Brett does take you away for a while, to hide from the rest of your co-workers

Brett's biggest passion is making you happy and would do anything for you

If you ever need anything, he's willing to drop everything to help you

He wants you to love him- No, he NEEDS you to love him. He wants you to need him. He just wants to be everything to you

Your father does everything to stop you guys. He doesn't care if he can't ever sleep, as long as that man is never inside you spreading his stupid genes with you

He'd rather have no grandchildren, than having half-Brett Grandchildren

Though Rand can't always watch you, much to his displeasure

Brett always finds a way to be with you and nothing could stop him

Brett wants to protect you, just like your sister, but there are some things you won't even let him know [Much to his displeasure]

Reagan will help you get away from Rand, by distracting him

Though, even though Rand hates Brett [and Brett knows this], Brett still tries to impress him, because he loves you so much and wants your father to like him

But it's never going to happen, no matter how hard he works

Because like I said before- "No one will ever be good enough for my daughter, not even you Dog Boy"

[someonemultifandom]

Well, after so much time drawing shopkins I've drawn a cover for My fanfic!

[faithsxoxo]

REQUESTS -

fandoms i write for :

➥ inside job (reagan ridley, brett hand, andre lee, gigi thompson, myc) ➥ life is strange (max caufield, chloe price, rachel amber, nathan prescott, victoria chase, kate marsh)

what i will write :

➥ fluff, angst, etc ➥ smut

what i wont write :

➥ fetishes (scat, piss, cnc, non con, petplay, etc.) ➥ yandere, tsundere, anything like that ➥ student/teacher ➥ male reader

in your request :

➥ please be specific!! include exactly what you want, not just "can i have ____ x reader pls" ➥ specify reader gender as well, either female or gender-neutral

[yandere-toons]

I love inside job!! Could you do romantic yandere headcanons for Reagan? I feel like if she found someone she really liked, it wouldn't take much for her to go yandere lol

Yandere Reagan Ridley (Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Cyberstalking, Mentions of Incarceration & Death, Psychological Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

Scarcely a thing that Reagan does is not first deliberated and tested, mentally or physically, with the scientific method. In private, where presumably no one can listen to or see her, she rehearses a multitude of conversations that she either wishes or expects to have with her partner in the future. The risk of allowing her excitement to get ahead of her mid-sentence and blurting something that upsets them is too great for the scientist to ignore.

When it comes time to apply what she practiced, Reagan is at a loss for how to approach them and hold a meaningful conversation that furthers the relationship. As a result, early interactions with her tend to be stilted and disorganized, with the scientist either creating an abrupt excuse to leave or falling into an awkward silence until her partner or another colleague ends it.

Reagan wants her partner to have a favourable opinion of her, but thanks to workaholic and perfectionist tendencies fueled by years of neglectful and manipulative treatment at the hands of her parents, her social skills are abysmal. Nevertheless, the scientist is, no matter how much she likes to deny it, desperate for their validation and seeks to attain it through the only mode she understands, her inventions.

Once she becomes more assertive, Reagan does not shed her prickly nature. The conversations that she initiates are dominated by explanations and, at times, demonstrations of her latest creations in hopes that her scientific prowess will gain their respect. A dismissive, or not sufficiently encouraging, attitude towards her accomplishments reminds her of her father, and it is the quickest way to inspire vengeful frustration in the scientist.

Noticing his best work friend's distress, Brett Hand offers to roleplay as her partner to help her grow more comfortable with speaking to them. Reagan opposes the idea of making herself so vulnerable to criticism and making Brett privy to such personal information. She rejects any direct assistance but occasionally asks for his opinion on the effectiveness of a method, and Brett supports what he believes to be a mutual relationship.

Reagan was neither taught nor properly learned how to manage the majority of her emotions in ways that are not self-destructive. Anger leads to brainstorming sessions about framing a murder as an accident, and sadness leads to binge eating and not leaving the couch for days. Envy, such as when her partner voices admiration for the feats of others, is an overwhelming experience that Reagan struggles to process.

The scientist's go-to coping mechanism is marking the offender for an extraction team, thereby condemning them to lifelong imprisonment at a shadow government black site. If the offender is an executive or a close colleague, however, Reagan concedes that they have a certain degree of immunity and settles for acting passive-aggressive and, assuming she can legally get away with it, exceptionally rude.

An unwilling ear is lent in the form of ROBOTUS, who is subjected to rants about failed attempts or people Reagen views as competition. The genocidal robot is apathetic to his creator's troubles and tunes out after a while, but he is inclined to hack into a perceived rival's private files and compromise the integrity of her partner's social media if she baits him with more of the television series Friends.

Reagan develops a profile of her partner, one that is constantly broadening as additional facts and theories are added. Government surveillance and online tracking are exploited to research every action, every piece of information they ever shared with the internet. Analyzing their digital footprint is, to her tech-savvy and borderline paranoid mind, the key to melding their preferences with hers and bonding with them most swiftly and proficiently.

[vrisrezis]

Yandere Reagan and Yandere Brett team up? 👀

Reagan doesn’t like the idea of a team up, I think of her as the kinda yandere that wants you to herself and hates any kind of competition and I’m inclined to think Brett is the same way. But I think they’d make exceptions for one another due to their friendship in canon, especially if you take this as polyamorous. They have very different ways of dealing with things however, Brett resorts to kidnapping and more extreme measures, whilst Reagan believes you shouldn’t be controlled like that and should live the life you wanna. Surprisingly she’s less problematic than Brett can be at times? But I think that’s just due to the abuse she experienced from her dad that makes her not want to control you too much.

[myc-ology-whore]

A angst request. Reagan x reader. The reader is going to be sent to shadow prison for trying to get rid of Rand.

She'll Be Okay

Reagan Ridley x GN!Reader

ooh, i like this one >:) more angst for you guys, this time starring our favourite disgruntled scientist <3 reader is gn btw

another 4k story that i may or may not make a sequel to. the way things are now, however, i feel like i've satisfied the angst that was asked of me.

nsfw: no sexual content, but explicit gore is used.

When Rand took over, everyone was pissed, not just the upper management team. Reagan had just promised everyone so much, and she had intended to make good on all of her promises, but the robot Rand brought into the company had ruined everything, and somehow in the end he was the one to get put in charge? Of course people were angry.

You, however, were by far and away the most angry of all. Reagan was your girlfriend; you knew better than anyone just how abusive Rand was to her growing up, though whenever you'd try to point it out she would just brush it off, saying, "Well, he's still my dad. I can't just kick him to the curb."

And so, you and Rand had simply been at each other's throats at every given opportunity. He said you weren't good enough for Reagan and that you were holding her back from achieving more, and you said that he was an abusive, manipulative parasite who'd never even treated her like a daughter in the first place (only one of you was correct). Reagan tried to ignore it; she understood your anger toward Rand, and she loved you for being hurt and mad in her place, but she couldn't abandon him. She didn't listen to Rand either, thankfully, sticking things out with you and staying at your place more than half of her time in the months leading up to the Bear-O incident. She told herself she could still have you and not betray her father, though of course, that couldn't last forever.

She made the right decision that day after digging through her memories and finding out what Rand did to her, telling him to get lost. You, Reagan, and the rest of the gang had dinner at Reagan's place that night, celebrating the fact that she had finally stood up to Rand. You all helped her to throw his stuff onto the curb, and at the end of the night, after everyone else went home, it was just you and Reagan.

Reagan sighed happily as she locked the front door behind the last of your friends, turning around and leaning back on it as she looked around the now-much-cleaner living room. "It already feels so much better to look at," she said, beaming over at you with tired eyes. "Just knowing that he's gone is... It's so much more of a relief than I thought it'd be."

"I told you so," you laughed, opening your arms to her. "C'mere." She chuckled and obliged you, crossing the room to bury herself in your hold. You both hummed contentedly, enjoying the silence of the house and the warmth of each other, though something scratched painfully at the back of your mind. You kiss the top of her head before quietly addressing her. "Hey, honey?"

"Mhm?"

"What Rand did to you," you start, already feeling her tense up, "you know that it wasn't okay, right?"

She pulled back, looking at you incredulously. "It was utterly fucked up," she corrected, making you smile. She didn't always admit it so easily; this was progress. "Fucking up my memory is a whole new low, even for Rand."

"Good, I'm glad we agree." You touch her cheek softly, and the creases in her brow and forehead fade as she relaxes. "D'you know I would do anything for you?"

Reagan laughs a little, her eyes warm as she reaches up to trace your features in return. "So you say," she answers, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, mouth opening and moving against hers lazily. She broke away to look at you once more, looking so happy and at peace. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she says, her voice wistful and filled with meaning. "You've been so patient throughout all of this, even though I was kind of stubborn in getting rid of Rand."

"Well, we haven't quite gotten rid of him yet," you reply, and Reagan frowns in confusion. "I've gotta drive him up to Canada and bury him in the snow before I'll feel satisfied that he's not coming back."

"As much as I'd like to strangle Rand myself, kidnapping and murder would get us put away for life."

"That's only if we get caught," you reminded. Reagan snorts at that, making a grin spread across your face. "I'd do it if you asked. I'm serious."

She rolls her eyes with a smile, giving you another quick peck before stepping away. "You're ridiculous," she chuckled, grabbing your hand and beginning to tug you toward the stairs. "C'mon, I'm tired of talking about that asshole. Let's go get ready for bed."

"Alright, alright," you say, relishing the warmth of her hand in yours.

That night was spent in blissful ignorance of what was to come the next day. When you woke up, Reagan was already out of bed, showered, and dressed, something completely unheard of. She was in such a good mood, better than you'd seen her in what felt like ages; she'd spent the morning putting together a little mini-model of what Cognito 2.0 would look like, and she'd ordered breakfast for the two of you. (She'd tried to cook at first, but ended up burning everything because she got distracted by her little project.) It felt like the end of an era, and seeing Reagan practically bouncing around the house with excitement for her promotion and her plans for Cognito made you feel happy and at ease. You loved seeing her smile so much.

That was why what happened when you got to work was so much worse. You were hanging out in the conference room with the gang, goofing off with Myc and Andre and going out of your way to annoy your friends, when Reagan came in with tears streaming down her face.

"Reagan, what's wrong, honey?" She'd immediately collapsed into you upon entry, dragging you to the ground and clutching onto you like she was about to fall off the face of the earth. She tried to speak, but couldn't talk over her sobbing. As you tried to calm her down, your friends gathered around you, unsure of what was going on.

"Deep breaths, Reagan," Gigi advised gently, crouching down beside you and resting a manicured hand onto Reagan's shoulder. "You've got to take deep breaths. In... and out... in... and out..."

As Gigi continued her breathing exercises to try to calm the hyperventilating Reagan, you looked up to your friends.

"I've never seen her this upset," Andre remarked, concern creasing his brows and forehead.

"Maybe Rand finally offed himself," Myc mused, earning him slaps from both you and Andre. "What? I thought we didn't care about him anymore."

You rolled your eyes, glaring at the mycelian. "Myc, you idiot, why don't you just read her mind and tell us what's going on?"

"Oh shit, you're right." He quickly went to place a flagella onto Reagan's head, the limb glowing pink as he sorted through her thoughts. Within a few seconds, he'd snatched the limb back as though he'd been burnt. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me."

"What? What is it?"

"It-- It's Rand," Reagan choked out, coughing as she tried to clear the phlegm from her throat. "He-- He's--"

"Calm down, sweetheart," you said softly, patting her back as she falls into another bout of broken cries. Turning back to Myc, you prompt, "He's what?"

Myc seems to hesitate for a moment. "He... took her position."

"...What?"

The room is silent aside from Reagan's bawling, even Gigi looking up in confusion and disbelief. "He took her position," Myc repeats, his voice small for once as he watches the tears dribble down Reagan's face, the way she's wrinkling your shirt in her fists. "He's the new CEO of Cognito."

No one speaks. For a moment, everything is still, aside from the shuddering gasps and sobs from Reagan. Then, the blood begins to boil in your ears. Your friends start to talk, their faces aghast and outraged, but you can't seem to hear them. All you can hear is a ringing in your head as you process the information that's been given to you.

Rand... He did this to get back at Reagan. He did this to hurt her for thinking she could escape him. You feel Reagan tighten her hold around your ribs, her face squished into your collarbone, and something in you flips like a switch.

I am not okay with this.

Gently, you pry Reagan away from your body. Her eyes are swollen and her nose is runny, cheeks red from the warmth of her tears, but she's still so pretty. You cup her face in both hands, using your thumbs to wipe to wetness from beneath her eyes. She sniffles and coughs again, trying to catch her breath as she looks at you. "What-- What am I supposed to-- to do?"

You smile fondly at her, leaning in the press a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Nothing, sweetheart," you say, running a hand over her head to smooth her ragged hair. "You just stay here, okay?"

"(Y/n)," she blubbers, her lip shaking violently as she tries in vain to regain her composure. "How could he do this to me?"

"I don't know, Reag," you admit, forcing yourself to maintain the smoothness of your features as you look at her, wanting to reassure her. "But hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"I love you so much, honey," you affirm, "and I'm not going to just sit here and do nothing about this."

Gigi nudges you, and you turn to look at her, doing your very best to keep your expression blank. "(Y/n), don't go and do anything crazy, you hear me? We're all just as furious about this as you are, but we have to make a plan before we can go and do something about this."

"For once, I agree," Glenn says from behind her. "As much as I love violence, we've got to make a plan of attack first. If we go in guns ablazin', we're liable to get sent down the tube on sight."

"We've got to get weapons, figure out where he sleeps," Andre surmised, hand on his chin in thought. "Then we can catch him by surprise!"

"Or we could just, y'know, do the easy thing and poison his coffee," Myc suggests.

"You guys, isn't there a way we can figure this out that doesn't include murder? I don't think I'll last very long in prison," Brett chimes in, looking nervous at everyone's plotting. "Why don't we all just calm down and really think about this?"

"Shut up, pretty boy," Myc dismisses, no one else even bothering to acknowledge the idea of not killing Rand. As your friends discuss the situation, you stand up, giving Reagan a pat on the head and straightening your jacket before you begin for the door. Myc notices first, and scuttles after you. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"Figured you, of all people, could figure that one out," you reply, laughing coldly. Though any one of the gang could probably guess where you were headed, none of them could feel the pure, white-hot rage dripping off of you like Myc could. He's never seen you like this, however, and isn't quite sure how to approach the situation.

"It's a bad idea, and you know it," he hisses, looking around as he follows you out of the conference room. "You're gonna get yourself fucked up, bud."

"Maybe," you confirm, striding with a purpose toward the CEO's office. "Then again, maybe not. Maybe I'll tear his fucking head off before anybody can do anything about it."

"Even if you manage that, you're still gonna get fucked by the Shadow Board once he's dead," Myc reasons, his voice growing more hushed and anxious the closer you get to the elevators. "Look, I'm saying this because you're my friend, (Y/n), our friend. Just hold off for a while, yeah? C'mon, let's go back."

He tries to grab onto your arm to halt you, but despite his surprising strength, you're quick to tear yourself from his grasp. "Don't fucking touch me right now, Myc," you snarled as you whipped around, your whole body feeling as though it was on fire from your anger. Myc takes a step back, startled, and though you feel a sudden sense of guilt, you quickly turn and continue down the hallway. You're on a mission, and no one is going to stop you.

"(Y/n), we'll still be here when you come back," Myc calls after you, allowing you to go on without him. Under his breath, he adds solemnly, "If you come back."

You stop only once on your way upstairs, at one of the hidden weaponry stations. Myc had shown you before how to spot their subtle designs, and you were a bit surprised to find such a stash so high up in the building, since most of the offices and labs were underground. You grab the first handgun you see, not really knowing how to use it since you've never really been in contact with a gun, but you figure it out easily enough through what you've seen in movies and video games. You were honestly a little proud at how quickly you managed to pull out the magazine to check that the weapon was loaded, and after that it was only a matter of cocking it, pointing, and shooting. You shoved the gun into your waistband and closed the weaponry station, making a beeline for the CEO's office.

When you arrived and knocked on the door, there came no answer. You wondered if this was a trap, if Rand was prepared for someone to try to assassinate him, but pushed the thought back in your mind and opened the door as quietly as you could. Luckily, it was unlocked, and you stepped carefully into the office before closing the door behind you, not wanting to leave any signs of entry if at all possible. It seemed as though Rand had left, perhaps to use the bathroom or to grab some food. It was almost too convenient.

Still, you couldn't turn back now. Trap or not, you'd leave this office once one of you had a bullet in your chest. You were so fucking done, absolutely fed up, with the way Rand treated Reagan. He'd put her down so many times, made her feel stupid or selfish for trying new things or doing things that separated her from him. He treated her like a pawn, like nothing more than a tool, a weapon to wield, and it infuriated you. He'd made her cry for the last time, if you had anything to say about it. You sat down in the chair in the corner of the room, one that was slightly hidden from view of the doors by a partition; if things went according to your impromptu plan, then by the time Rand noticed you he would already be on the other side of the room and away from the exit, cornered. You didn't doubt some secret exit or defense mechanism was hidden here in the room somewhere, but you were ready to take your chances. You had to do this now, while you were determined and enraged, or else you'd chicken out.

Close to ten minutes after you'd arrived and gotten into position, the doors to the office opened. You sat still, relaxed, as you heard shoes tapping on the tiles, Rand's voice reaching you as he muttered angrily to himself.

"Shit, I left the fucking door unlocked," Rand grumbles out of sight. You hear the jingle of his keys as he shoves them back into his pocket, and watch his shadow against the floor as he straightens his jacket and starts forward into the room. "Gotta remember to start locking things again, now that I'm back in charge."

He pauses in the middle of the room, looking around the office but not behind him yet. "Back in charge," he laughs to himself, clearly satisfied with what he'd done to get here. "Christ, it's good to be home."

He lifts his foot as though he's about to continue onward to his desk, but stops short and lurches forward slightly. Things seem to move in slow motion as he clutches at his stomach; if you were looking at it from another point of view, it might look like he was just feeling nauseous. You were watching very closely, however, watching how the bullet ripped through him and hit the hard wood of the desk, the clean hole in his torso vomiting a mist of red in the bullet's wake.

All you can hear is that ringing in your ears as Rand doubles over, hunching forward at a right angle before bending at the knee and falling down. He rolls onto his side, and you see his mouth moving as though he's screaming, agony painted across his features, but you can't hear him. You cross the room slowly, the gun still clutched tightly in your hand, your knuckles white. Rand sees you, and though his wound is bleeding profusely, he lets it go to try to scramble away from you.

"Stop moving," you command, your voice not quite sounding like you as you pointed the gun at him again. He yelps at the gesture and raises his hands in surrender, his eyes shut tight.

"Don't, please," he begs, his voice finally reaching your ears. It's raw, as though his vocal chords have been torn, and tears bead at the corners of his eyes. Still, he tries to maintain his cockiness as you loom over him. "Y-You've fucked up big time, kid," he says, chuckling through gritted teeth. "You can still... still fix this, though. If you help me get to that button over there, I'll... I'll make sure you don't die when security comes to get you."

He gestures to a red button on the back wall, but you don't even glance up at it. "You're going to die," you inform him, watching as his strained smile twitches. "I'm going to shoot you in the head, and you're not going to be standing up again, I'm afraid."

Rand's face pales as he realises just how powerless he is in this situation, and you can't help the small smile that begins to twist your lips. He deserves this, you think, not a doubt in your mind.

"C-C'mon, kid, you don't have to do this," Rand said uneasily, his gaze flicking between your face and the gun. He tries to push himself up on one arm, raising the other in a halting motion as he backs up against the CEO's desk. "D'you think Reagan would still wanna be with you if... if you killed her old man? Think of how... broken she would be, knowing the jackass she kept around blew her dad's brains out. She'd hate you."

You snort involuntarily, covering your mouth with your free hand as you try to stifle your laughter. "Hate me? For killing you? My god, man, how out of touch with reality are you?" You adjust the gun in your grip and squat down beside the frail-looking bag of blood and bones wasting away on the floor, being careful to keep your aim trained on his head at all times. "I'm doing the world a favour right now, Rand," you sneered, bouncing slightly on your heels. "You're a fucking waste of space, and I think you know that."

He's shaking, his lips trembling as he tries to find something to say but fails. He grabs at the hole above his hip again, hissing in pain as he attempts to stop the bleeding.

"That's not gonna work, stupid," you scoff, slamming the side of your gun across his face. He groans, eyes squeezing shut again as you stun him. You briefly think of how good it felt to do that, but push the thought of repeating the action away. You weren't a sociopath like him, and you wouldn't be reduced to one out of anger towards him. His hazy gaze meets your own once more, and you realise you shouldn't be drawing this out at all. You stand, straightening yourself out. "I think it's time we cut to the chase. Don't you think so, Rand?"

"Please," he implores, his face scrunching up in discomfort as he knits his fingers together in a begging motion. "I'll... I'll give you whatever you want, just, please, don't--"

He's cut off by another thunderous bang, this one splitting his skull and blowing a hole straight through his frontal lobe and into the desk he sits up against. Bits of brain and blood splatter onto the wood and tile around him, and a sense of pride makes your chest swell.

Now he was gone, and only now was it over.

Heavy footsteps thud against the floor somewhere nearby, and you set the gun down onto the desk. You couldn't take your eyes off of Rand's face; aside from a small, jagged circle in the middle of his forehead, he looks almost exactly as he had a few moments ago. However, you knew by the amount of gore surrounding his head that the exit wound had been much less contained. Silently, you thought to yourself how a shotgun would have been a much more fitting murder weapon for a monster of a man like Randall Ridley.

"Holy shit," said someone from behind you, and you turn wordlessly to see two armed security guards in the doorway. The man who spoke tears his eyes from Rand's body to meet yours, and immediately he aims his gun at you. "P-Put your hands where I can see 'em, kid," he quavered, clearly unprepared to deal with this situation. "Hands up, now!"

He was scared, and fear made people more dangerous, more unpredictable. You'd already accepted the terms and conditions in this contract, however, and so you simply smiled and raised your hands in surrender. "The gun is on the table there," you advised, gesturing to the desk. "Don't worry, I'm unarmed. I'll come quietly."

"R-Right," the security guard replied uncertainly, looking you over as though you might explode if he stepped any closer. He turned to his partner, who remained gawking at the corpse lying haphazardly on the floor. "Brady, come on, man," the guard blurted, startling his partner so badly that he almost dropped his gun. "Go on! Go and, uh, disable 'em, I suppose."

"Yes sir," the second man answered, stepping cautiously toward you. You gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, but it was obvious that it only served to disturb him. "Hands behind your back, p-please," he stumbled, walking around you like you were a dangerous animal. You did as instructed, and the guard wrapped a pair of handcuffs around your wrists with shaky hands.

"Right, bring 'em here," the first man said, beckoning the other forward. You felt the second man grip your arm securely, and then you were being led forward, stopping right in front of the more commanding guard. "I suppose I don't have to ask why you did what you did," he reckoned, looking back at Rand. "Guess you had more problems with him than most, eh? That, or you just had less to lose or more to gain than the rest of us."

"It needed to be done," you explain simply. "It was as necessary as putting down a decrepit old dog, I assure you."

The man chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Can't argue with that logic. Unfortunately, we're going to have to put you in a holding cell, either until we've got a new boss or until the Shadow Board figures out what to do with you. I'm... sorry."

You can't help a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Apologising for arresting a murderer? What has this world come to?"

"I suppose you're right," the man replies. Holding one of the glass double doors open, he gestures into the hallway. "Brady, come on."

The second guard jumps and nods quickly, pushing you forward once again. As the door shuts behind you, you find yourself looking back at Rand's unmoving body, and a soft smile etches itself into your face. She'll be okay, now that he's gone.

She'll be okay.

[sin-sidejob]

Here’s my writing FAQ!

Main rule: I have the right to decide what to write and what not to. I am providing a service free of charge. I do not owe anyone anything nor am I to write things that make me uncomfortable or are not my place to write.

Prompts list if you need ideas: located here

Who do I write for?

- currently I am writing for: Reagan Ridley, JR Scheimpough, Glenn Dolphman, Gigi Thompson, Brett Hand, Robotus Alpha-Beta, Andre Lee, and Myc!

Do you take requests/are they open?

- yes I do and currently they are not open!

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- I take several types of requests, including:

Drabbles/imagines for specific characters x reader with certain pronouns or gender specificity

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- it’s my drug of choice, you reblog or comment on my work with any reaction at all and I’m immediately in love with you.

Do you write for specific x readers?

- YES! I write for fem!readers, afab!readers, and gn!readers. I don’t really write for male!readers due to the fact I’m a cis-woman I feel it may not be my place to do so and do so accurately. However, when it comes to other specifics I try to be as vague concerning physical traits and characteristics as possible so people of any gender or race feel welcome. If there’s language or writing that indicates otherwise or describes a certain type of reader rather than one you can identify with, let me know so I can improve and rectify that!

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I have really bad memory and can't remember if I sent a request or not but can you please make some parent yandere headcannons for reagen Ridley? Where the child was adopted by Reagen, please.

OR where a 14 year old joins the cognito task force and views Gigi as a mother figure because the mother who abandoned them acted like her? You can choose which one to do.

I’m going to do Reagan, although I do have another request similar to this

She doesn’t know what to do

She didn’t have good parental role models so she doesn’t really know where to begin on being a good mom to you

She doesn't want to be like her father, so she tries everything to do better

You've met Rand less than a handful amount of times and each other was not on purpose. Also, he was an asshole each time, considering you 'Not a real Ridley' which really pissed off Reagan

^ She almost killed him. She was throwing things at him, but missed [Because she's not very good with athletic stuff]

^ "If you ever come near me or my daughter again, I will kill you."

Type of mom to embarrass you in front of your peers

She tries to do everything her father DIDNT do

She can be overly clingy and affectionate which is so unlike her usual personality (Gurl just doesn’t get social cues)

Tons of hugs and kisses on the cheek and forehead

You’re the only one she puts above work

If you’re sick or not feeling good, she’s off work and getting you from school to take you home (or just taking off work to take care of you)

She doesn’t care to much if you’re smart, in fact she encourages you to be like everyone else. She wants the absolute best for you

If you play sports, she goes to your games. Reads a whole bunch of books about them, so she can rig watch them. You haven’t lost a single game since she’s started showing up!

^ She doesn’t understand why you like the sport, but she still supports you

Is always the loudest because she wants everyone to know that she's proud of you

She goes to every assembly, award show, recital, etc that you have. She doesn't want to miss out on anything

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More Squid Game AU!

Artist is @fistraid on Instagram/Tumblr/ and Twitter

Yandere! Brett: Hey, where can one get a room around here? Guard! Y/n: Who do you think you are? Yandere! Brett: You're future husband Guard! Y/n: You disgust me Yandere! Brett: So, like every other marriage Guard! Y/n: Jump off a cliff Yandere! Brett: If you do it, I'll follow you

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Guard! Gigi: Y/n, can you NOT flirt with the Players? Guard! Y/n: I was NOT flirting with him! Guard! Gigi: JR is not happy Guard! Y/n: *Eye roll*

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VIP! JR: Y/n- Guard! Y/n: JR, I got this all under control VIP! JR: You better-

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Player! MYC: Hey babe Guard! Y/n: Babe me again and I will blow your head off Player! Andre: DAMNNNN, way to rip him a new one Guard! Y/n: Shut up Andre, or I will rip YOU a new one

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Brett, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Reagan: You did WHAT– Y/n: William Snakepeare

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Y/n: Time for plan G Reagan: Don’t you mean plan B? Y/n: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Brett: honey, what about plan D? Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. MYC: What about plan E? Y/n: I’m hoping not to use it. You die in plan E. Reagan: I like plan E

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Y/n: Rules are made to be broken Reagan: Actually they were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Brett: Actually, babe has a point. Like piñatas- Andre: Dildo Glow sticks? Gigi: Karate boards? MYC: Fucking spaghetti when you have a small ass pot Y/n: Rules Reagan:.....

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Y/n: Just be yourself. Reagan: 'Be myself'? Y/n, I have one day to win Brian over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Gigi: Couple weeks. Andre: Six months. MYC: Jury’s still out. Reagan: See, Y/n? 'Be myself.' What kind of garbage advice is that? Y/n: Actually Brett liked me by being myself! Brett: Obviously Baby <3 Reagan, Glaring: Brett likes everyone.. Even me

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Squid Game AU!

Guard! Y/n: What are you doing Brett?

Yandere! Brett, dreamily: They said if I win, I can have you

Guard! Y/n: Say what now?

Yandere! Brett: *Love eyes* I can’t wait for you to be mine <3

Guard! Y/n: I did NOT agree to that

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Guard! Reagan: You can’t do that!

Rand: Said who?

Guard! Reagan, Glaring: Said ME!

MYC, high as a kite with Andre: Chill, sugar tits...

Andre: Yeah- We’re all friends here

Guard! Y/n: That’s literally the opposite of what we are

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Guard! Gigi: *Checking herself out in the mirror*

Guard! Y/n: Gigi, could you like do something!?!

Guard! Gigi: *Shoots Glenn*

Guard! Y/n: You know what. That’s okay. I’m okay with that

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Brett: Dumbest scar stories, go! Y/n: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Andre: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. MYC: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil Gigi: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Reagan:.... Reagan: I have emotional scars.