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If you write for Rob Staedler, can you do romantic headcanons where gn!reader is like the token "yes-man" of the Illuminati?
Sure thing! I'm definitely late on doing requests, so sorry about the wait—but here it is!! A bit angsty ngl, but I hope you enjoy this either way!
"Run Away" (Ron Staedtler x Yes-Man! Gender Neutral Reader Headcanons)
To start off, I think Ron would make a bad first impression with the reader, regardless of them being a Yes-man sort of person.
As stated in the Rontagion episode, Ron commonly makes bad first impressions. You can see this in his character introduction, as well as when Reagan introduces him to Brett and the others.
So, with that in mind, a Yes-man! reader would probably act nice towards Ron while still holding dislike towards him.
Despite this, I feel like a situation would come up where their dislike is mentioned, and while the reader hurriedly tries to cover it up, they're surprised by Ron's acceptance of it.
Of course, you're offput by his acceptance of it. Perhaps the reader has a need for everybody to like them similar to how Brett does, which makes them admire Ron for his nonchalantness.
Because of this, you might make friends with Ron right then and there, putting the bad first impression behind you.
If that does happen, I think Ron would find some sort of solace with you in the Illuminati. And when the two of you get closer, he would express his regrets of joining and how his job torments him.
In this case, I think the reader would encourage him to leave; even if it meant never seeing him again.
Following the storyline of Ron meeting Reagan, I think the plot would be generally the same. Only Ron doesn't hook up with Reagan at the end of the night.
It just doesn't feel right, and he can't understand why. At least until he sees you again at work the next day.
Still having not left the Illuminati despite your endeavors, he would hang around you more often. He feels... happier around you.
Just being around you brings his spirit up, and the fact that you're encouraging him to leave for his own good goes straight to his heart.
At some point, I think he might confess on a particularly bad night. Maybe his subject's memories really got to him, and he just couldn't handle it.
He'd beg you to run away with him, to leave the Illuminati behind and make new lives for each other.
But with his tearful eyes and his frantic breathing, the reader is well aware that he's not thinking straight. And while a Yes-man! reader would vigorously encourage Ron to leave, I think they would have trouble leaving themselves.
So, without denying his pleads, they'd simply hold him close. Listening as he whispers how much he appreciates them and how he couldn't stand to lose them to this hellish company.
"I love you. So, so much."
It'll come out quietly, and the only indication that he said it is the feeling of his breath against your ear. Shivering slightly, you'll only hold him tighter.
And perhaps when he's thinking more clearly, he'll realize it's hopeless to try and leave such a life behind. But until then, you'll hold him as he confesses every little worry he has. And you'll happily allow him to believe there will ever be a future for the two of you.
#gender neutral reader#reader insert#x reader#inside job#inside job x reader#ron staedtler#ron x reader#ron staedtler x reader#headcanons
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I've been having trouble with editing my drafts because, as of now, I only have the ability to edit one draft at a time until that specific draft is finished. That's why I had to screenshot this request, so I'm sorry about the inconvenience! Despite all that, I'd be happy to write something for this! And since it wasn't specified what they wanted, I went ahead and wrote some headcanons!
"Tender Hold" (Invader Zim x Affectionate!Gender Neutral Reader Headcanons)
First off, I don't think Zim would understand why you like to hold his hand at first.
On his home planet, it's quite obvious that Irkens don't enjoy things like relationships at all. They're an aggressive alien race, bent on conquering the galaxy. So I think hand-holding would be an action he simply can't understand because of his upbringing.
So, when you do grab his hands, he might think you're purposely trying to grab his attention. And when you don't want or need anything, he'll be left confused.
Why did you grab him if you didn't want something? Were you trying to distract him? Are you a clingy human?
There are many questions running through his irken mind, and he's likely to just outright ask these things.
When you tell him that you do it because it's comforting and that it feels nice, he's not entirely convinced. Why would holding his hand be comforting?
You'd have to continuously do it for him to believe you. And when he does, he'll probably just let you do it whenever. Of course, he still won't understand, and it's possible that he never will. Despite this, he knows it brings you comfort, so he'll allow it. Isn't Zim oh-so kind?
Though, I must warn you that hand-holding when he's busy, whether that's building something to control the planet or plotting against Dib, is not permitted.
"Zim is BUSY!" He'll yell, and that's the only warning you'll get before you're booted from the lab by Computer. You're free to hold Gir's paws if you want, but Zim is occupied! You can easily avoid this by backing off and simply watching Zim work. Just don't distract him!
I also don't think Zim would mind holding your hand in front of people. He doesn't understand what it might imply in the eyes of others, and he most likely doesn't care. Unless his honor is threatened, in which he'll probably just use some crazy machine on the offender.
All in all, Zim doesn't quite understand but is willing to comply; just give him space when he's busy!
#invader zim#invader zim x reader#x reader#gender neutral reader#reader insert#headcanon#headcanons#zim iz#iz zim
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Invader Zim Masterlist
Zim + GN Reader One-Shot
Zim x Affectionate! GN Reader Headcanons
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"Weird" (Invader Zim + Gender Neutral Reader One-Shot)
Recently, a new boy came to your school. He was weird. Like, really weird. He spoke aggressively to everyone, had this weird, green skin, had no ears, and wore these strange clothes. Everything about him was unusual, and yet no one said anything about it. In fact, when that Dib kid said anything about his weird appearance, everyone defended the new kid. And sure, Dib was a little bonkers, but even you could see that the new kid was weird!
Of course, you wouldn't say that out loud. You didn't want to get mixed up with whatever Dib had going on, and you also didn't want to be yelled at for pointing out the obvious. So, you simply stayed quiet and watched. Sure, it was a little weird, but what else can you do when an alien is running amok in your school? Well, Dib says he's an alien. You're not sure if it's true, but it's the most likely answer.
The new kid was also super clumsy. You came to realize this when he tripped going up the stairs yesterday. His arms flailed around for something to support himself with, and they just so happened to land on your shoulders. For some reason, you didn't push him off you, didn't tell him to get his weird, gloved hands off your shoulders, you only stared. And it seemed to irritate him.
He yelled at you. You're not sure why, hadn't you helped him? He called you something along the lines of "filthy earthworm" and sped off. And for some reason, you felt hurt. It confused you to no end. Why did you care what this weird alien kid thought of you?
Still, the entire day, you couldn't focus. Stuck in your mind, thinking of what he had said to you. Something like: "How dare you touch Zim!", maybe? Was that his name? Despite not being the one at fault, he had accused you with so much animosity in his voice. And yet you weren't angry, just confused.
Even during lunch, you found yourself staring at Zim. Watching as he purposely annoyed Dib, as he dumped his tray of school food into the trash, as he began walking towards you. Wait, what was that last part?
"HUMAN!" He yells, hands on his hips as he stares at you angerly. "Why are you staring at Zim?"
You stay silent for a few seconds. You're still just staring, and it seems to infuriate the alien. He grits his teeth, and you notice that they look weird, too. Is everything about him weird?
"I demand ANSWERS, human! Zim will destroy you if you don't - "
"You're weird." The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. And the two of you fall into silence. Until Zim's eyes start darting back and forth, anxiously surveying the cafeteria for prying eyes.
"I am a normal boy, silly human!" He smiles wide, the look unnatural on his usually scowling face. "Zim is not weird!"
"So weird." You repeat, leaning forward. "Can we be friends?"
The alien drops his smile at your words, a look of disgust spreading across his face. "Ew! Why would Zim be friends with an earth -" He pauses, reconsidering his words as you continue to stare at him. "Perhaps you can be friends with Zim..."
He points a finger to your face, causing you to flinch at his rapid movements.
"BUT ONLY IF YOU STOP STARING AT ZIM, YOU DISGUSTING WORMBABY!" He shouts, and yet no one bats an eye at his behavior.
A smile spreads across your face. "Okay, fine."
Zim squints at you, suspicion held in his gaze. But you don't mind. Because now you've got the weirdo sitting in front of you. And maybe you can finally understand the weird, green alien. If he lets you, of course.
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Gravity Falls Masterlist
Wendy x Nonbinary Reader Oneshot
#gender neutral reader#reader insert#x reader#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls#wendy corduroy#wendy corduroy x reader
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This request got deleted somehow, but I managed to get a screenshot of it sometime before it got deleted! Anyways, since it wasn't specified whether anon wanted a one-shot or some headcanons, I went ahead and wrote a one-shot. Hope they enjoy this despite the difficulties!
"Life of the Party" (Wendy Corduroy x Nonbinary Reader One-Shot)
The red, plastic cup in your hand crinkles as you fiddle with it. The much too surgary drink that it used to be filled with long gone. You'd get some more, despite the horrible taste, but you felt too awkward to even refill your cup. Lights and noise surround you, and you're a little scared you might get punched if you try and push through the crowd. They were a little crazy tonight.
A sigh leaves your lips, and with how loud the music and people are combined, you feel as if you never opened your mouth at all. It was too loud, too bright, too--
A hand pats your shoulder, a familiar body sliding next to yours where you lean against a wall. In her hand is a red cup just like your own, except her's actually has some juice left in it.
The redhead stares a you with a relaxed smile, completely unbothered by the blasting music and aggressive dances going on just a couple feet in front of her. You stare with a stupid expression for a few seconds, before realizing she had said something to you.
"What?" You speak, before raising your voice so that she could actually hear you. "What!?"
You watch as her shoulders shake, and you can only assume that she's laughing. She grabs ahold of your upper arm, pulling you gently towards her as she leans down. Your shoulders hunch when you feel her breath against your ear.
"I said, hey." She says simply, before leaning back to drink in your expression. Her eyes are half-lidded like they always are, and a smile stretches across her face when you look at her. Again, she leans down, "Are you good?"
You nod silently, before voicing your thoughts, "I feel a little off." Your fingers find their way to the green, plaid sleeves of her shirt, carefully pinching the fabric between your fingers. In response she pulls you closer, and you feel as if you might melt into her if you stay so close for too long.
"Did you drink the punch?" She asks, and you slowly pull away to look at your empty cup. She stares at the red, solo cup as well, a blank expression on her face before she pulls you towards her. "Dude, they spiked the punch ages ago."
"What?!" You scream, and yet no one bats an eye because of how loud it already is. Wendy has the gall to laugh at your shock, quickly pulling you towards her.
"I'm joking! I'm joking!" She snickers, pulling you close to her as her arms wrap around your shoulders.
You scoff, pushing her away in mock offense even as you feel her breath against your neck. Her red hair is practically all you can see with how close she is, and you feel your face growing warmer the longer she holds you so close.
When her arms move lower to wrap around your waist, you find it much more comfortable to wrap your arms around her neck in response. You feel so comfortable, you barely notice when Wendy lifts her head to press a kiss to your cheek before laying her head back onto your shoulder.
Usually you'd feel a bit embarrassed, but when you have a rowdy party going on nobody pays attention to who's kissing who. So, you brush a piece of her red hair back, and kiss her temple. Her shoulders shake as she grins, her laughter helping you push the loudness of the party away.
You find yourself joining in on her laughing fit, and perhaps it's then that you realize her laughter is all you ever want to hear.
#gravity falls#gravity falls x reader#wendy corduroy#wendy corduroy x reader#gender neutral reader#nonbinary reader#x reader#one shot
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Hey have you heard of Omori, it's a videogame. I think you might like it.
Yes, I have heard of Omori! I wanted to play the game a while back, but I didn't have the money for it. I think I might just watch a playthrough of it since I don't plan on buying it. I might add it to the list of fandoms I write for if I enjoy it!
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Hi it's me. My request is for an across the spiderverse or into the spiderverse crossover with rottmnt. if you are up for it can it be multi-chaptered. I have one request, no ships. also I think it could take place not in miles home universe or it can. It depends on what you want to do. Thank you for reading I hope you have a good day.👋
Thank you for the request, this sounds super cool! I'd love to write for this, but as stated in my general rules I only do x reader writings! If you'd still like me to do this request you can resend it with more details while telling me how you'd like to incorporate the reader into it as well. Sorry for the let down, but thank you for requesting and I hope you have a good day/night too!!
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Inside Job Masterlist
Reagan x GN Reader Oneshot:
Reagan x Childish! GN Reader Oneshot:
Reagan and Teen Prodigy! GN Reader Oneshot:
Reagan + Brett and Nonbinary Reader Headcannons:
Ron Staedtler x Yes-Man! GN Reader Headcanons:
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Hey everyone! I know I haven't updated in a while, so sorry about that. I just wanted to let you all know that I upload on Ao3 too. So if you ever want to see some of my works that I haven't posted on here, you should check it out!
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I just finished part 2 of Inside Job, and it's so good! I'm definitely going to start working on those requests relating to the second part, so prepare for all of those!!
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Hows the second part of inside job going?
It's going really good! I like it so far, and I'm on episode 6 right now. I'm hoping to finish it later today, and then I can hopefully get to the requests relating to the second part of Inside Job!
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Have u seen the part 2 if inside job if so DO U WROTE FOR RON CUZ THAT MAN IS OOOF FINE 😭🤣🤣
Hey, thank you for asking! I actually haven't seen the second part of Inside Job, but I'm planning on watching it with a friend sometime later this week. I know who Ron is though, and based on the trailer I definitely will write for him because he seems pretty cool. So after this week, yes, I will be writing for this Ron fellow
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Rules + Fandoms I Write For
Off Limit Topics
1.) NSFW, I don't feel I have the ability to write it, nor do I want to. At most I'll write suggestive content, which includes mild things such as sexual touches or making out.
2.) Pedophilia, non-con, sexual abuse, or literally anything that can fall under these topics. I'm not going to give explanations for any of these since it's pretty obvious why I wouldn't want to write about them.
General Rules
1.) I write for romantic, platonic, and familial relationships.
2.) I don't do character x character, only x reader since it's what I'm most familiar with.
3.) I do headcanons and one-shots/scenarios. If it's not specified in the request which one you'd prefer, I'll choose which one to write myself.
4.) I'm always automatically going to write the reader as neutral. This includes gender, race, body type, etc. However, I will happily write a male reader if it's requested! On the other hand, I refuse to write female readers since I'm uncomfortable with it, and there's already an abundance of them.
5.) It's hard to see requests sent to me, so if you're not sure I've seen yours feel free to ask!
6.) If you send me a request that violates any of these rules, I'll either correct it myself and continue with the request (this will happen if you request a female reader, for example), or if it violates a major rule I'll politely inform you of this.
Fandoms I Write For
Chainsaw Man
Gravity Falls
Inside Job
Invader Zim
Jurassic World
Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous
Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse
Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Mutant Mayhem, Rise, 2019, 2014, 2012, 2007, and 2003 iterations)
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.
The Walking Dead (Show)
Trolls (Movie Trilogy)
If you have any questions or ideas that you'd like to tell me about that don’t count as requests, just know that I'd love to hear them either way!
#blog rules#fandoms i write for#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2018#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2007#inside job#addams family#the midnight gospel#invader zim#gravity falls#ajin demi human#the disastrous life of saiki k.#jurassic world camp cretaceous#camp cretaceous#gender neutral reader#reader insert#masterlist#trolls#jurassic world#spiderman into the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse#wednesday#chainsaw man#the walking dead
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Can I request inside job Reagan x reader platonic who teen prodigy who works at congito inc and reader always looks up Reagan compliments their work and aslo reader has chaotic energy personality lol I hope this ok
It's definitely okay! This is a nice idea, also thanks for the request!!
(Reagan and Teen Prodigy! Gender Nuetral Reader One-shot)
It’s a sunny Monday morning, the temperature's around 78°, and the birds are happily chirping away. It’s a perfect morning, leading to a similarly perfect day.
However, that suspicious tranquility is interrupted with the sound of sizzling circuit board joints, a sound you consider music to your ears. So much so, that you hum a melody that vaguely matches the wires attaching themselves to joints on said circuit.
Now, what could a kid—scratch that—TEEN genius possibly create with a singular circuit board? Ah, the possibilities are truly endless. However, before you can use your intellectual mind to make the world spin to your rhythm, there’s a knocking at your door.
The sizzling stops, and your content humming comes to a close. There’s silence, and you have an underlying sense of anxiety about what may be waiting behind the wooden door that you oh so desperately wish you could upgrade. Is J.R going to order someone to put a bag over your head again? You hope not. The first one smelled odd, and you’d rather not catch anything.
A voice, one that isn’t gruff and attempting to micro-chip you, appears behind the alder wood.
“You there? You’re not dead are you—that’d be the third one this week—please don’t be dead.” You squint your eyes at the mystery person’s words before making a run towards your apartment door. And once you pull it open, you nearly squeal.
“Reagan!” Your lips curl into an excited smile, bouncing on your toes as you stare at her. She’s not much taller than you, yet you look up to her both literally and figuratively. She smiles back, though it’s more out of relief than excitement.
“Hey, what took you so long to answer the door?” She walks in, wiggling her shoes off before going any further into your home. Which you’re thankful for. Since she has some unidentifiable liquid on her shoes, you wouldn’t want to clean whatever it was off your carpet.
“Sorry, I thought it was the CIA again!” The two of you let out some chuckles, but yours ends with a fearful hiss. “They won’t do that to me again, will they?”
Reagan grimaces, then gives you a half-hearted pat on the back, as if to say ‘no, they totally will’—before retreating into your workspace. Really, it was just a rather messy area in your living room, since your apartment wasn’t all that spacious.
“Tasty circuit work. What’re you working on in this little lair of yours?” She smirks at you, pointing at the unfinished circuit board with a soldering iron resting on its own holder nearby.
Your eyes widen, as you were planning to show the finished product to Reagan as both a present and a message which stood for: “I wanna be your evil assistant even though you’re not inherently evil but whatever”
It’s not until silence fills the room that you realize you said that aloud.
“UH–” You spin around looking for any kind of distraction to convince Reagan that she didn’t hear those words exit your mouth. You find a solution once you spot the modified goggles that sat on top of her head.
“Wow! Look at those goggles—they look super useful. What do you use them for, Reagan ma’am?” Reagan sputters at your use of the word ma’am before answering.
“They’re, uh, a bit of a mix between safety goggles and a magnifying glass. But what did you say-” you interrupt her sentence as you continue to compliment her impressive creation.
“How do they work? Is there a separate layer with convex lenses or is it a mix between that and a polycarbonate lens?”
“Oh, haha- um, it’s just separate layers.” She pulled the goggles over her eyes and flicked a layer of glass over the structure of the goggles. “You just flip the convex lens over the polycarbonate layer and—viola! A multi-layer tight-fitting eye protector perfected for situations such as chemical splash, irritating mist and/or vapor, AND activities such as soldering!”
She proudly puffs out her chest, taking in your amazement like a dry sponge, and therefore forgetting your previous statement just as you had hoped. You let out a huff of air as you began to wonder why Reagan was in your apartment in the first place.
“Hold on, why are you even here?” Reagan pauses her monologue about the safety goggles and pulls said accessory off her eyes.
“Huh.”
There’s a moment of awkward silence, though you can’t comprehend why it’s awkward on your end.
“Oh! Dammit, I completely forgot about what I came here for.” She loses her grip on the goggles completely, flinching when they slap her head, and makes her way towards your front door. Slipping her shoes on as she grabs the handle, she turns toward you with a more serious expression.
“Change into some work-appropriate clothes. I’m driving you to Cognito.” And with that, she’s out your door, and you’re left to look down at what you’re wearing.
It’s a dinosaur onesie.
After the awkward acknowledgement that your role model saw you in a onesie, you sped into your bedroom to change into a white button up and black slacks. You almost—no, scratch that you actually do tumble down your apartment complex stairs as you hurry to Reagan’s car.
She stares in concern at your slightly disheveled appearance before starting the engine. Then silence ensues, leaving you to wonder if she was going to bring up what you thought you had successfully distracted her from.
“Evil assistant…” she mutters.
God dammit.
“Y’know, I think you’d fit into that role perfectly.” This makes you look in her direction.
“Scuse me?” The words scramble out of your mouth, and you wince at the improperness.
Reagan laughs, keeping her eyes on the road as she slightly leans her head towards you. “I’m not too sure about the evil part, but you do commit some rather wicked acts.”
You briefly remember her saying something similar after you had blown up their meeting room. You swore it hadn’t been your fault. You only wanted to show off a gun that could shoot things other than bullets. You didn’t know that Andre had pumped it full of nitroglycerin when you had suggested he fill it with ‘literally anything’ earlier that day. You made Andre do your paperwork for a month after that.
You shudder, and Reagan raises a brow before continuing.
“You seem like a good evil-doer. Or at least as good as an evil-doer can get.” She nudges you with her elbow, encouraging you to loosen up. “I’d like it.”
You smile, staying silent since you really had nothing else to say. You had finally told Reagan, someone you aspired to be one day, that you wanted to work underneath her; and not only had she accepted, but she wanted you to work under her too!
You struggle to keep happy noises from escaping your mouth, the only evidence of your exhilaration being the wide smile on your face and your feet unintentionally kicking the glove box every once in a while.
Reagan snickers and mumbles under her breath, “Evil assistant, huh?”
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may we please have some platonic inside job headcanons for reagan & brett (individually) with a nonbinary reader who treats them as a brother/sister?
Sure thing! I'm agender myself, so I'm happy someone wants a nonbinary reader, thank you for the request!!
"Take Care!" (Reagan + Brett and Nonbinary Reader Headcannons)
Bit of a warning, there is a very brief mention of hard drugs
First off, let's state the well-known fact that they full heartedly support your identity! They have to deal with lizard people, Easter Island men and women, and managing the government on top of all that. So, I really don't think they'd care that you're nonbinary
The only difference between them in that regard is that Reagan's quieter about her support, while Brett prefers to make sure that you know for sure that he supports you (you most likely didn't need confirmation but he didn't think he was obvious enough)
Reagan Ridley
While Reagan's definitely not as loud as Brett, she makes up for it by being there for you when you're feeling any sort of gender dysphoria or just when you need to talk about it privately in general
She understands it a bit, and she doesn't mind making you something to help!
Her gifts are usually pretty lax, but if you specifically requested something like a portable coffee maker if that'd make you feel better, she'd make if for you
She's not sure why it's so easy for her to spend time making gifts for you, but she doesn't mind it either. It helps her get better too, is what she believes!
They both like to care for you in their own ways, and if they realize the way you're treating them is similar to that of an older sibling, they'd be pretty surprised
Not in a bad way, but it's unfamiliar to them both because of their childhoods
Reagan's only ever had her dad and rarely her mom, not to mention that friend that she forgot because of her dad, so she's definitely not used to anyone seeing her in an older sister sort of way
However she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy you acting as her younger sibling, even with the rough discovery
She'd probably watch your eating habits, making sure you aren't drinking too many energy drinks and coffee or skipping any meals (she ignores your valid argument that her eating habits are MUCH worse)
Definitely doesn't mind if you're picky or if you binge eat, she's experienced both sides of that spectrum and will make sure to satiate your needs as long as you stay decently healthy in her eyes
By the way, if you refer to her as your older sister in front of others, whether it's an accident or not, she'll always be a bit embarrassed. Not because of you, but because she's not used to it at all. She probably wouldn't mind it too much in private though, she might even like it! :)
Overall, I can see her being a pretty easy going older sister, just not big on affection in public so keep the PDA to a minimum if you want any more gifts!
Brett Hand
Brett gives gifts pretty often to basically everyone, so don't expect yourself to be exempt from that
His gifts have a big range, as they can go from being a bracelet (usually handmade with beads that spell out your name) or donuts to being a full cooked meal or hand stitched quilt!
If you couldn't already tell, he gives handmade gifts a lot, similar in nature to Reagan—though they definitely don't have the same genius added to them, but they're just as nice because of how hard Brett works on them
He has an idea of why he feels so fond of you, due to him binging The Growing Years, and he's so happy to have a sibling connection with someone that isn't Reagan or a simulation!
Despite how happy he is, he can't help but be nervous since he isn't too sure how he should act
Should he act like the older brother in his favorite show? Should he more so be himself since it's him you developed this sibling dynamic with? He isn't too sure, so he'd probably want to talk it out with you
It may take a bit, but he definitely gains the courage to speak with you about his conflicting ideas. Be sure to reassure him that you think he's doing just fine as he is! (Or he might go all nostalgic Brett again in distress)
As your now older brother, he makes sure you stay nice and healthy! Don't drink too many bad beverages like energy drinks, coffee, or especially alcohol—and definitely don't do hard drugs.
He wants you to have full meals too, he doesn't mind teaching you to cook or cooking for you. He also wouldn't mind if you have picky habits or if you binge eat a lot, as long as you're healthy in general and feel good about yourself, he feels good too!
If you were to ever refer to him as your older brother, publicly or privately, he'd feel ecstatic!!!
He's immediately holding his cheeks in happiness and cooing, he may even jump about in absolute delight
He wouldn't be too embarrassed unless his coworkers and/or friends brought it up later
The only difference in doing this publicly or privately is that in private he'd hug you or make remarks about it
Not in a teasing way though, more so in an 'aww you're so cute I love you' way
All in all, Brett may be an overbearing older brother at times, but he makes up for it with his genuineness
They both love their younger sibling, even if one of them has trouble saying it
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could you do a reagan ridley with a reader who’s kinda childish? like they collect stuffed animals but get super insecure about it? if not it’s okay! thank u!
Yeah I can, and thank you for the request! Not sure if you wanted headcanons or a scenario though, so I went ahead and did a short one-shot since it's what I'm most familiar with
"Movie Night" (Reagan Ridley x Childish! Gender Neutral Reader One-shot)
(Slight warning for cussing)
Today was movie night with Reagan, a night full of nothing but sci-fi and popcorn. And today was a bit abnormal compared to other nights. See, usually you and Reagan would have movie night in your living room, where the TV was bigger and there was just more stretching room overall.
However, you were rather exhausted from this week; maintaining the government isn't exactly refreshing. So you really didn't have the energy to set everything up in your living room, and your room was quite cozy if you say so yourself, so the room it was.
Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, seeing that you trusted Reagan and there wasn't anything particularly wrong with your room. It's just that you had a collection of items that you considered pretty embarrassing for an adult in their thirties to have. Which happened to be collecting plush animals of all kinds, but a few were from your childhood, meaning that they were rather valuable in your heart.
You knew how Reagan was; she wouldn't outright bully you, but she would think it was weird. She was cool, mature most of the time, and a literal genius! You shivered in fright, imagining her judgmental face staring at you of all people.
Luckily, you had the perfect solution, which was to just stuff your collection under your bed. You even cleaned it out so that they wouldn't get dusty or anything. Then, as you pulled your blanket down to better hide your plushies, you heard the doorbell to your apartment ring.
Quickly double checking to make sure everything was in place, you ran to the door. And there she was, in her plain black hoodie with green, ripped jeans.
"Were you running?" She asked with a smile, hands in her pockets. You laughed at her question.
"No."
As soon as she stepped through the doorway, you closed the door and led her to the kitchen.
"You got here kind of early, so the popcorn's still in the microwave. Go ahead and take a drink out of the fridge." She opened your fridge and immediately made a face.
"Capri Suns? Do those actually still exist?" She grabbed one and started to inspect it.
"Uh, yeah? How long has it been since you had one?" She ignored your question and instead put the one she was holding back and grabbed a different one.
"Wait, you like Lemon Lime Rush?" Reagan paused as she poked the straw through the hole.
"You don't?"
Before you could tell her that she could have your whole supply, the microwave began to beep, signaling that the popcorn was done.
"Whatever, go pick a movie, and it better not be The Matrix again!" Regan let out a long, exaggerated groan at your words. You could faintly hear her whining about how it got better each time.
You sighed as you opened the popcorn, pouring a bit of salt into it so that it wasn't completely plain. However your eyebrows raised as you heard a rather loud thump come from your room.
"You okay?" You yelled, waiting for a reply. And when you heard a scream come from your room, both the salt and the popcorn went flying out of your hands.
"WHAT-WHAT!? WHAT HAPPENED??" Sliding into your room's doorway, you realized that she wasn't screaming about an alien, a mole-man, or even her dad somehow sneaking in with only his underwear on; instead, she sat on your carpeted floor, holding one of your most prized possessions: your favorite beanie baby from your childhood, Tooter the Dinosaur.
Reagan looked up at you, her eyes wide with disbelief, as she gripped the brown and yellow Parasaurolophus.
It was silent for a few seconds, and when a full minute passed, Reagan finally decided to speak up.
"You've got Tooter the Dinosaur?" It only took those words to leave her mouth for tears to begin rapidly streaming down your face, mouth pursed so that you didn't make this situation any more awkward. Immediately, Reagan stood up, beanie baby still in hand, as she grabbed your shoulder in surprise.
"Woah, woah! What's wrong?" She watched as you struggled to get the words out, your sniffling increasing with each breath you took.
"You-- *sniff*, you weren't supposed to—hmph!" You shut your mouth once you felt an oncoming sob trying to escape.
Reagan stayed silent as she stared at you in concern before placing the dinosaur plushie in your hands and watching as you gripped its soft body for comfort.
"I wasn't supposed to—what? Did you not want me to see the plushie?" She tried laughing, grimacing as you kept crying despite her attempt at a joke. She then sat you down on your bed, sitting next to you with her hands in her lap.
"Sorry, I wasn't snooping or anything. As soon as I walked in, I slipped on Tooter and fell." She let a small chuckle escape her lips.
"... Is that what that thump was?" You didn't look at her, holding the plushie close to your body.
"Ah, yeah. Haha." She grimaced and continued, "Um, look—I can go if you don't want to do movie night anymore-" you instantly cut her off.
"What!? No, no! *sniff* You're fine, Reagan!" You sighed, feeling that you messed up the whole night because of your childish ways. "You didn't do anything; I'm just weird." She made a confused face, and before she could ask any questions, you began to explain.
"Look, um, I kind of collect these plushies, not just beanie babies. Any kind of plushie, really." You paused, rubbing at the dinosaur's soft fur.
"It's just embarrassing, I guess. I'm in my thirties and I'm still acting like this." You let out a sad laugh and jumped back when Reagan exclaimed.
"What? Dude, I've seen way weirder; we both have!" Her brows were furrowed, and her hands waved in the air as if to support her claim.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, it's just that you're so... mature? I don't know, I thought you'd be weirded out or something." With this, Reagan gasped, staring at you with a hurt expression.
"No way! I mean, I'm just as weird, if not weirder than you! Have you met my family?" Your face scrunched at the image that appeared in your head. "Or seen my eyebags?" She pulled the skin under her eyes down, and you had to admit that you'd never seen someone with such a dark shade of purple underneath their eyes.
"So you're not weirded out?" She put a hand on your shoulder again, this time with a smile on her face.
"Of course not; in fact-" She gave you a mischievous look before grabbing the dinosaur out of your hands. "-I've been looking for a dinosaur beanie baby. They came out in 2002, y'know?"
"What? No, that's mine!" You laughed, tackling her as you tried to pry the precious plush from her hands. And when you finally succeeded, you were met with the reward of being pushed off your bed. You huffed in frustration when you heard Reagan let out a guttural laugh, while you tried to ignore her ego boosting through the roof.
It was then that you noticed all of your hidden plushies underneath your bed, just barely covered by the now messy blanket.
"I do have another dinosaur beanie baby, if you're interested?" Reagan snorted, hopping off your sheet-ridden lair and watching as you reached under your bed for the plushie you were looking for.
"God, you sound like a drug dealer—or maybe just Andre." She crossed her arms, bending a bit to get a better look at what you were trying to grab.
"Yeah, okay, Ms. Genius." Once you had finally gotten the beanie baby out of your kingdom of stuffed toys, you reached up and shoved it into Reagan's face.
"Ow—oh what? Is this Toothy Toothy!?" You giggled at her amazed face, getting off the ground so that you were at the same level as her.
"Yeah, now if you'll excuse me, I have popcorn to make." You stood by your bedroom doorway, waiting for Reagan to follow, and when she didn't, you called out to her instead.
"And I'll need someone to clean up the popcorn they made me spill!" She turned her head slightly towards you, eyes still focused on the plushie you had given her.
"I really don't think it's me you're talking about." You sighed, carefully grabbing ahold of her wrist and dragging her out of the room.
"So am I not picking the movie?" She asked, and you laughed.
"Fuck no."
#inside job#inside job x reader#reagan ridley#reagan ridley x reader#andre lee#gender neutral reader#reader insert#x reader#one shot
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