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cqraa · 11 months

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Breagan week day 1 - karaoke

#inside job #breagan #brett hand #reagan ridley #breagan week #breagan week 2023 #cqraa.art

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tatisreal · 9 months

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Finally brought myself to finish this piece I made back in May for Breagan week. 😊💕

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demico-art · 11 months

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Breagan week day 5 - "Puppets + Homemade gifts"

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isomaruuuu · 11 months

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"Sweet nothings and warm drinks"

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breaganweekbabeee · 1 year

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Be sure to follow us on tag #breaganweek for your work to be seen! See you there! ❤️

Follow us more on twitter and instagram!

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coffie-coffieraptorstudios · 11 months

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I’m a week late, and I don’t care. This starts my submissions for breaganweek =w=

I’m gonna actually try my best in doing EVERY prompt listed. We’ll see?

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reagans-malewife · 11 months

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Breagan Week 2023 | Masterlist

Works: 5 Total word count: 4,858 Completion status: In progress

Also on Ao3

Day 1: Karaoke night + misplaced clone goo

Escape After their first week in their new positions, a night at the karaoke bar seems to be the perfect way for Brett and Reagan to unwind. Word count: 1,297

Day 2: Broken inventions + human touch

Broken Even from shadow prison, Rand still messes up. Word count: 707

Day 3: Video cassette + green glows

Better Their night after the events in Still Valley. Word count: 753

Day 4: A torn dress + dry blood

Friday Night Some missions just aren't meant for dresses. Word count: 1,462

Day 5: Puppets + a homemade gift

#1 BOSS (+ MORE) Reagan's favourite gift. Word count: 664

Day 6: Sweet nothings + warm drinks

Perfection Brett and Reagan keeping warm on a snowy day. Word count: 651

Day 7: Old case files + new beginnings

Nothing here yet...

@breaganweekbabeee

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howmanypaiges · 11 months

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I am no artist so I can’t contribute much to Breagan week, but here are my Reagan and Brett cosplays for good measure ^^

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marlasomething · 11 months

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I Always Told You What I Did For A Living (Breagan Week - May 24)

Summary: in which an idea of Brett has terrible consequences and Reagan has to be the one to deal with them.

Relationships: Brett/Reagan

A/N: Written for day 4 of @breaganweekbabeee

Prompt: Torn dress + Dry blood

Word count: 972

CW: murder, alcoholism, problematic aspects of relationships, death of multiple characters, discussions about violence

Also on AO3!

It shouldn’t have ended this way. Nay, that was being too generous: it shouldn’t have begun to begin with. Still, there was no going back.

Deep inside, Reagan had known what she was doing, after kicking out her dad for who knows which time already, but somehow realising this time was going to be different; this time, he wasn’t coming back. She simply hadn’t expected it to be so drastic, so immediate.

So fucking stupid! A regular car accident? And all not because he had been drunk, but just too angry in the moment to PAY ATTENTION TO A CAR DOUBLING SPEED LIMIT?!

She shouldn’t have let Brett stay with her that night, even if they had just slept that first day: she knew she wouldn’t be able to let go of that comfort. She had let go of too many nice things already.

At the beginning, it had been fantastic. No, not fantastic; beyond words . Somehow, their relationship had been inspiring enough for Dolphman to get into a relationship with some former brother-in-arms that had also being summited to bizarre Doctor-Moreau-worthy-experimentations (though he kept insisting he was “ straight with one exception, not like all those good-for-nothing leftist hippies ”, but you cannot ask for too much of some people). Then, Brett did that thing he always did with everyone, all the time: he showed interest in a project she was developing.

Only that, this time, it was a side project she herself was taking as something that was likely to never come to fruition…but that obsessed Brett: a water provider that inhibited all violent instincts in people.

So, he insisted, and insisted…and they eventually tested it. First in just a town, then national-wide, then worldwide. And it fucking worked….for a while, because neither of them (nor anybody else) thought about the potential consequences of having no violent instincts.

The issue was the very same you could have expected if you made people lose their sense of fear: when a situation where being scared is useful appears, they have no tools to know they should run. Here, the trouble was that, if you wished to do harm, you didn’t detect when you were actually doing something unhinged, being almost numb to the harm you were executing…until it was far too late for it to stop.

Cutting down the water supply was easy, but some people had been more receptive than others, and the effects took a while to disappear. And, in some cases, they didn’t.

Still, those people weren’t the worse outcome. That would have been the people who, almost as a withdraw effect, became next to feral as the special water wore out.

One of those people was Brett.

Reagan’s mother’s body lied, lifeless, in the middle of their house. Even if the last months filled of guilt, lack of sleep and trials to find a way out of the issue he had unwillingly created had made Brett thinner and less energetic than he usually was, he was still much more physically powerful than his current mother-in-law. The body he left was not a pretty one to be looked at and, in the middle of her shock, Reagan could only think about how that would have been what would have pissed her mother more.

She kneeled next to Brett. Apparently, this ordeal had been enough for him to go back to normal, and know he was cradling himself while still wearing the nightgown Reagan liked to call sleeping-dress (to what Brett usually answered: “ I wish ”), sobbing so violently Reagan feared for his rib cage.

She should hate him; this had been all his idea. She had felt something was off, something was going to go south from minute one, and had told him. And he had just thought she was being too pessimistic and those fucking puppy eyes…she usually didn’t like puppies much, but with Brett she could do an exception.

She had made too many exceptions with him…and, as she was readying her gun to end the life of the man, as she should…she realised she couldn’t. Nor erase his memory: she wanted to keep him, and she would keep him, even if it wasn’t good for either of them.

She sat next to him, thinking about how this was all also her fault: both her parents had died because she had not foreseen the consequences of her acts clearly enough.

“I am sorry” she couldn’t tell who of them had spoken, but she put her head in his shoulder and just began crying almost as strongly as him. Up to the point they had begun a completely inappropriate and anticlimactic weeping-strength competition.

Then, she stood up, looked at Brett’s torn nightgown; the blood of her mom scattered all over the floor and frowned.

“Her blood is already dry, but I think I can still collect it and turned it into yours so we can sell that she was the one that went…” she shut up; she would rather cut her tongue that pronounced the words that would absolute massacre Brett right now.

Then, she began to work and, before she could even tell, Brett was helping while insisting this was far too much for her to do and giving tips of how to better clean the room up in a casual way (so it wouldn’t be too suspicious).

Reagan allowed herself to smile; how could she have thought about taking him out of her life? Never.

Even if she knew she was going to have to drink to prevent her guilt from completely consuming her…she could convince him to join her; they could made each other functional in their drinking, that would be nice.

After all, their kid was already two; it wasn’t something they couldn’t handle with a little needed handicap.

#breagan week #breagan #brett x reagan #inside job #fanfic #inside job fanfic #writing #reagan ridley #brett hand

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busterheadspace · 11 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3523147

finally done with Breagan week. they’re short but I’m happy that I manage to write 7 prompts for 7 days. Yay

#insidejob fanfic #inside job #breagan #reagan ridley #brett hand #breagan week

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fangirlneverlie · 1 year

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I still believe brett hand still has nostalgic max in his system