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Everyone meet my Breagan fankid, Brennan Hand-Ridley, and his good lady Shion.

Brennan is a sweetheart who is much like his dad in terms of optimism, yet he does have a quiet demeanor. He is intelligent in his own way that he prefers animals over machines and loves learning and sharing what he learned. Reagan and Brett protect Brennan from Rand with their lives. But he won’t hesitate to display his distain towards someone or something he doesn’t like. He has a mutt name Shion, his best dog friend, who follows him most anywhere – a good lady.

14 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 16:53:41 GMT

Always the Charmer

(fanfiction for @stanuary 2021, Week one: Charm. Set in me and @sailormew4 ‘s au One Big Weird Happy Family.)

Summary: Stan’s teen daughter in need of a push to a bold direction.

Gravity Falls 1988…

It was summer’s night when Stan decided to sit out on the porch of the shack on the sofa he kept outside instead of some plastic or wooden chair, kicking back to relax with a Pitt Cola in hand while watching the night sky in contemplation. He was not alone, however, as one of his children, Jessie, walks outside to sit with her dad. Jessie flips her long brown hair and huffs upon sitting down with her arms crossed and leg over the other. It was clear something is upsetting her. Stan faced his daughter to ask her with concern in his rough voice.

“Hey, Firecracker, what’s eatin’ at ya?”

Jessie could not stay mad when her dad wants to try to help her. She frowned and looked at her dad with her saddened amber eyes. “Well, other than Shannon being a twerp like usual, I’m just… frustrated that I can’t seem to get it out to my best friends, Lilli and Maurice, that I want to go out with ‘em. I like both and… I don’t wanna to choose between them and potentially hurt the other.” Jessie looks away from her dad, bracing for a reaction while looking at her scuffed-up boots. “Lilli has the best sense between us three and I admire how driven she is. Maurice is one of the goofiest, daring guy I know. Like ‘em both for a lot of reasons that I see in no one else.”

Stan had to take a minute to process what his teenage daughter was confiding. My daughter is growing up fast. Maybe too fast, Stan thought to himself with a sigh. He knows sooner or later; it will be the same with James his son possibly finding love. Stan wanted to be careful with what he wants to say that would help his daughter best, afraid he will screw her up and her chances being happy. Of course, he was always aware of that possibly happening throughout his and his family’s life. But he also knows all he can do is his best.

And that is what Stan will do as a man and a father. Stan looks serious at his daughter to say one word.

“Both.”

“Huh?”

“I said, both, Firecracker.” Jessie quirks a brow as if the word sounded foreign to her.

“I don’t get—"

Stan reaches to pat Jessie’s shoulder next to him. “Tell them both how you feel. Either one of them may or may not reject it. That’s it! But even if they do, it’s not the end of everything. Sometimes, you have to take a leap and see what happens. Either you make it to the other end, or not. Probably not the best metaphor, but you know what I mean, kiddo. You got my charms.” He lets out a laugh that made his daughter laugh with him. “I know it helped me woo your mama.”

“That ain’t the only thing I got, Daddy!” Jessie reaches to give her dad a tight hug, having been getting physically stronger since she was younger. “And thanks, Daddy. I’ll let you know how it goes after I tell them.”

“That’s my girl!”

Later the next day…

Stan and his wife Carla were talking in the living room while watching tv together on their shared loveseat reclining chair.

“You think it’ll work out with Jessie telling Maurice and Lillian how she really feels about them?” Stan gives his wife a confident grin.

“I like to think so, Hotpants. Our kids deserve good folks to love and who would love and care for them back. Like us!” Stan and Carla smooch one another in a loving manner.

The front door swings wide open, revealing Jessie with a big smile on her face and running up to hug her dad. Before Stan and Carla could speak, Jessie exclaims.

“I confessed! They BOTH say they will date me! Thanks so much, Daddy!” Stan laughs and shoulder-hugs his daughter back, bringing a big smile on his and his wife’s face.

“Ah, don’t mention it, Firecracker. Glad it worked out for you three. Maurice and Lillian have always been good in my book.”

“Same here, dear!” Carla gasps as she got an idea. “How about we celebrate with inviting them over for dinner tonight?”

“That would be cool, actually. I’ll go call them!” Jessie bolts into the kitchen and grabs the house phone.

Stan grins to a job well done.

15 notes • Posted 2021-01-27 22:47:38 GMT

For What It’s Worth

(Another fic for @stanuary where it’s a combination with Week 2 and 3, Sacrifice and Crime. Hope you all enjoy!)

Summary: A young Stanley plans for revenge, but can he face the consequences of it? Thankfully, Ford is there to provide options.

Young Stan checks, checks and rechecks the list of gear and equipment he has for the job he planned to perform. The boy tests the rope’s durability in tugging it, then nodding in approval. He inspects the metal bucket that would be big enough for himself to fit through. And lastly, the long red firecrackers, small box of matches and lockpick he intends to use for his scheme. He deviously chuckled to himself.

A young Ford enters the bedroom, raising a brow at his twin brother, knowing he has something awful planned for an unlucky soul. And judging by the items, he knew who he plans to use it on.

“Let me guess, Stanley, you’re going to throw firecrackers into Crampelter’s bedroom to scare the living daylights out of him.” Stan makes a pouting face at his brother for his correct assumption.

“What? He and his dumb friends deserve it for picking on you all the time, and this is for my own satisfaction, too! Plus, it’s not like it’s going to hurt him bad; at least make him piss his pants.” Ford frowns in dismay and places a hand on his well-meaning brother.

“Stanley, I know you want to protect me, but I’m afraid one day you’re going to take these antics way too far and you won’t be able to get out of trouble so easily.” Stanley waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Pssh, I’m not gonna commit murder or anything that dark. There are things even Stanley Pines won’t do! One of them being letting bullies get away with the shit they do to you and me. Or anyone like use for that matter.” Ford sighed, having an ill feeling about what his free-spirited brother was going to do.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing. I’ll come with you in case things south.”

“Can always count on you, Sixer.”

Later that night…

Stan and Ford waited until nightfall when everyone was asleep in the building to make their exit. Like they have done many times before, Stan and Ford tied their bedsheets to the bed, using it like a rope to climb down into the alleyway where their shared bike awaits them. Stan taking to steering and pedaling the bike with Ford sitting on the carrier end as the boys ride in the night to Crampelter’s apartment.

On the way, Ford began to have an ill feeling about what his twin brother was about to do. He grimaces the thought of Stanley getting an even worse punishment by their dad, or even the law itself. The firecrackers have the potential of hurting Crampelter and his friends. Ford knows the mother will make sure Stan suffers the more severe consequences after the whole incident when Stan decided to steal one of her bras for laughs.

“Stanley, this doesn’t feel right. I know Crampelter has been mean to us, more so me, but you can get in serious trouble for this.” Stan let his bitter thoughts be known as he gritted his teeth and kept his eyes focused on the road and traffic.

“Poindexter, I’m not just doing this for you; this is for both of us. To get him and his asshole friends to leave us alone for good.”

It was not long before the boys arrived at the modest appearing apartment complex. Stan knew which window leads to Crampelter’s bedroom, having been there on multiple occasions to throw eggs at him. This time, he was taking it a step further.

Ford growing more and more hesitant about the whole illegal deed and whispers to urge Stan. “Stanley think about this. I’d hate for you to end up in Juvenile Hall over this if it comes down to it. I do not see this going good for –”

“Okay.”

“What?” Stan snorts, crossing his arms.

“I won’t do it. Thinking about what you said and you’re right, this was dumb…” Stan sulks to the bike and gets into the seat. “Well, let’s go home, Sixer before our parents and Shermie finds out we’re gone.”

Ford gets into the seat behind his brother and make the ride back home, the two being silent on the way back.

When they climb into their bedroom with no one knowing the wiser and Stan patting the head of his possum Shanklin, Ford speaks up.

“Hey, Stanley, thanks for listening to me. I was scared for you, you know. And… I don’t want to lose my only twin brother.” Stanley smiled at his brother and brought him in for a hug.

“Thanks for talking me out of it. Besides,” Stan lets go and shows a devious grin, “I thought of something even better than firecrackers. Crabs.” Ford let out a laugh.

“It does sound better. And funny too! They’d think they have a infestation.”

“Glad we’re on the same page, Sixer! High six?” Stan raised his hand, palm open.

“High six!” Ford high sixes his brother.

The following night, Stan and Ford were outside of Crampelter’s apartment again, but this time, instead of firecrackers Stan intends to throw into the bully’s bedroom, was a sack of crabs gathered from the beach earlier that day. Stan smirked as he untied the sack and pours over a dozen crabs into the room through the opened window. When he was done, Stan quickly shut the window, locking it and within seconds hear terrified screams coming from the room, Crampelter and his friends getting pinched and snapped at by the ornery crabs in the room.

Stan and Ford laughed all the way back home as they ride their bike into the night. Crampelter not knowing the wiser.

24 notes • Posted 2021-02-03 23:13:07 GMT

Hey all! I am happy to say after all this time, here is the 82nd and final chapter of ‘One Big Weird Happy Family’ and can be found on @sailormew4 ‘s fanfiction.net page here and concludes over four years of work put here on our parts. Thank you all for giving our story a read after all this time. We want to thank @hntrgurl13 and @scipunk63 for letting us have their character Adeline Marks in this story as well as the addiford ship by scipunk63 and co-writer of the character.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter and there is more to come in the future with what comes next!

33 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 00:00:49 GMT

An Au where Reagan Ridley was adopted and raised by J.R in learning the things Rand planned to do to her for his own gains. J.R did whatever he could to give Reagan the chance to have what she wouldn't if she were raised by her parents. Reagan would keep all her memories intact and her best friend Orrin well into her adulthood.

J.R isn't the best person or father, but he tried. Reagan is still socially awkward, but not to a severe degree.

Reagan calls J.R her dad.

Reagan would join Cognito Inc on her own terms.

Reagan knows about her birth parents, but wants nothing to do with them and recognize they are shitty people; Rand to a worse degree and saw why J.R got her away from them.

48 notes • Posted 2021-11-10 16:10:18 GMT

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