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Abandon All Hope (Part 6)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

A/N 2: Thank you all so much for all the love and support. Means the world to me! :)

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart.

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader (almost), Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n), Daryl, Sam, Dean, Rick, Negan, Rosita, Dwight, Saviors, Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Carl, Saviors, Simon

Word Count: 2217

Warnings: language, angst as fuck, death, Negan (yes he’s a warning), smidge of fluff

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction, @daryldixonwife1987, @omlbeans, @the-silver-iris, @sebbylover24, @megsense, @loricwizardbluetoastedcake, @youandyourstupidrope, @canadianjelly, @abnormal-angel, @shinydixon, @onlydarylnormanfic, @jodiereedus22, @crystallovesdaryl, @negan-dixon, @deepsouth, @multifandomizer, @sapphire1727, @johnmurphys-sass, @waayward-angel, @sassy-specter, @tiquismiquis, @frozenhuntress67, @saintflandus, @steve-rcgcrs, @jasondialurentisnews

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“Man oh man, I do not appreciate you killing my men.” Negan said while standing back up from his crouching position in front of Rick. You watched as the man you knew to be your father threaten your new group. “Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not fucking cool.”

Negan began to make his little speech while swinging the bat he had in his hand. You recognized it to be your fathers, but it was now wrapped with barbed wire. You felt numb to the world. You knew something bad was going to happen you just didn’t know how bad it will be. You didn’t even notice the tears in your eyes until they started to drip down your face. You felt Daryl squeeze your hand a little tighter to try and reassure you, but you both knew it wasn’t going to help much.

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Antique Automotive Junkyard - Nottoway County, Virginia, January 2015: So here is the photo gallery of muscle cars that I promised in the previous post about this place. This was/is incredible - all sorts of late 60s and early 70s muscle cars, including some relatively rare stuff. This part of the junkyard has become more of a forest now, with these cars clearly having been here for many decades. I remember as a kid being able to see this field full of old Mustangs from a road nearby and wondering what the story was with them. This whole section was almost entirely cars from about a 5 year period, including a 1970 Dodge Charger, ‘68ish Mustang GT Fastback, ‘67ish Mustang Coupe, ‘71ish Chevy Chevelle, ‘70ish Pontiac, and ‘70ish Ford Torino GT (don’t see a lot of those), all pictured here, along with a mid ‘60s Impala (maybe some weird version?) and a ‘65 T-Bird. These are really amazing cars, with some really high performance muscle cars scattered around among other interesting cars. 


Do you remember the 1993 movie “The Fugitive” starring Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones? It’s a bad ass film. This is the wreckage from the prisoner bus and train collision scene – 22 years later, still abandoned off a small highway in Dillsboro, NC. The story is after the scene was filmed, the producers left behind this wreckage from the stunt and assumed that a local metal scrap company would haul it off seeing it’s “profit”. Yet, 22 years has passed and no company has been convinced it’s worth it. 💥🚂

anonymous asked:

In the Reverse Portal au, do you think Ford would redesign the portal so he can save Stan without risking destruction of the universe? Or would get the alien glue beforehand so he deal with the rift as quickly as possible?

See, I don’t think the rift would even form if the portal is reactivated before 2012. It didn’t form in 1982, even though it was opened at least twice, and Fiddlefords “Probability of Failure” graph (seen in the background during Society of the Blind Eye and I believe is also in the journal) seems to back up my theory that the portal gets more unstable the longer it exists (hence why ABW Ford and Fidds had to make another part for it to continue working safely, and why Stanley and Ford didn’t create a rift during their fight, and why the portal only fell apart from interdimensional stress when it was reactivated in 2012, all those years later).

Fiddleford urging Ford to abandon the project doesn’t come out of nowhere, after all. He had to have mathematical and scientific evidence to back himself up.

So in Reverse Falls, Ford should be able to safely (well, mostly safely) get the portal up and running shortly after Stan fell in (it’d take maybe a few days for the blizzard to clear enough for Ford to get more nuclear waste to fuel it, with maybe some extra time for needed repairs. Assuming he’d be just as determined as Canon Stan was to get his brother back, he might forgo taking any real precaution against Bill, but if he’s methodical about it, he can use his free time to steal some unicorn hair so he can Sleep) and he’d be able to have it open for short periods of time, at random intervals so Bill doesn’t get through.

But of course, Stan doesn’t come through (because that wouldn’t make a very interesting story). 

So, if Ford can have the portal up and running in 1982, why wouldn’t he be able to save Stan so quickly?

Again, it has to do with the portal’s construction.

See, Bill wants a portal so he can escape the Nightmare Realm. Therefore, we can assume that any hints to a portal’s construction would lead our unsuspecting scientists to build a portal that serves as a direct connection to the Nightmare Realm.

Ford confirms this in the “A Better World Entry”:

“On this Earth, I reunited with Fiddleford, and together we created a Dimensional Vortex Neutralizer that allowed us to use the portal without any risk of a connection to Bill’s Nightmare Realm.

So, while the portal can lead to other worlds besides Bill’s (see: the Rick and Morty easter egg) there’s always a risk that it’ll just open up in the Nightmare Realm regardless of which dimension you actually want to go to, a design flaw that was deliberately placed by Bill. (”I found myself sucked through the door to the place Bill had designed the portal to access, a place he screamingly refers to as… THE NIGHTMARE REALM”)

And we know for a fact that a portal out of the Nightmare Realm appears shortly after Ford falls through the portal. (“I left their asteroid and swam to the nearest wormhole, casting my fate to the wind to discover what new worlds awaited me”).

So here’s what I’m thinking:

I’m thinking once Stan arrives in the Nightmare Realm, Bill goes after him. Stan flees. Finds the refugees, their leader tells him about Bill. Stan thinks back to Ford’s obsession with eyes and being watched, and the whole thing about the portal, and figures that Bill Did Something To Ford (even if he doesn’t know what) and sets out to get revenge.

So he leaves the Nightmare Realm.

No one comes out of the portal. Bill takes to opportunity to gloat (read: lie) about killing Stanley, expecting Ford to be too fucking devastated to put up a fight anymore.

And Ford is devastated.

He blames himself for the whole thing.

Ford is listless and heartbroken and in pain.

And Ford vows fucking revenge.

AU where Fiddleford stopped Billford with the memory gun before he could do significant damage… but at the cost of his best friend.

Worst of all, Ford would have been unaware of this development, and woken up with no memory of who he is, where he is, and who the man was sitting in the chair and waiting for him to wake up. He was sat there the entire time knowing Ford wouldn’t recognize him and when that time came, despite his inner preparation, he didn’t know what to do.

But Fiddleford wouldn’t abandon him when Ford asked him who he was. When all their memories were lost, possibly forever. He’d look at Stanford, despite feeling at loss of what to do, and just respond with a smile:

“I’m your friend, Stanford.”

And stick by him as he had done all that time.

okay hi i’ll go sob at my creation now

Abandon All Hope (Part 3)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart.

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader (they’ll get there eventually), Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n), Daryl, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Rick, Michonne, Abraham, Eugene, Rosita

Word Count: 1802 (shorter than the last but kinda a “filler” part. Next one will be much longer.)

Warnings: language, angst-there’s always gonna be some, fluff (kinda), siblings always butting heads

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction, @daryldixonwife1987, @omlbeans, @the-silver-iris, @sebbylover24, @megsense, @loricwizardbluetoastedcake, @youandyourstupidrope, @canadianjelly, @abnormal-angel, @shinydixon, @onlydarylnormanfic, @jodiereedus22, @crystallovesdaryl

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Originally posted by norman-reedus

“Cas?” Dean asked with trepidation. He hadn’t see his closest friend for years. He was sent back to heaven and then soon after, all of heaven had fallen. All the angels had lost their grace and now have been dying from the terrible sickness that was spreading. They are all just as susceptible as everyone else. 

“Hello, Dean.” He said in his usual deep voice. “Sam, (y/n), it’s good to see the three of you still alive in this terrible world.” Before he could say anymore, Dean engulfed him into a hug.

You wiped away your tears and squeezed between Dean to give Cas a hug as well. Surprisingly, Cas placed a kiss on the top of your head. He never really showed much affection because he didn’t know how to that well. As you pulled away to let Sam in, you couldn’t help but notice how Daryl’s demeanor changed. His jaw was tensed and he looked like he was about to break the arrow in his hands, that is, until he spotted you looking at him and quickly relaxed as if nothing happened. 

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Ford could hear the excited chatter filtering through the windows in his room. It sounded like everyone outside was having a great time. He buried himself further in the blanket on the sofa he was sleeping on. He pulled the blanket over his head and curled up. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to make a sound, fearing someone would hear him and then their fun would be interrupted. It would be ruined, just like everything else he ruined. He wasn’t welcome at the party, anyway. He wasn’t welcome anywhere.

The reason he felt this way? Guilt. Crushing, deafening, overwhelming guilt. Everything that had happened to the town over the past week was his fault. He brought about the apocalypse and his family had to suffer as a result. Heck, he erased his own brother’s mind because he was too much of a damn coward to let someone kill him as soon as Bill entered his own mind. A swift bullet through the center of his head would have done it. But no, he had to let his brother pay for his mistakes. Again. All Stanley ever did was help him, support him, protect him, and what had Ford done in return? Exile his brother, treat him like shit, punch him and erase his mind. Stanley had worked for thirty years on that portal trying to bring Ford back and the elder twin had never thanked him. Not once. He’d only done it so Stanley would hold his hand in that circle, but even then Ford had messed the whole thing up. For the sake of sheer arrogance, he had corrected Stanley on his grammar and the whole circle was ruined.

It wasn’t the first thing he’d ruined.

All Ford ever did was use his brother as a shield. The whole time through school, Stanley had protected his brother from bullies, given up his own dreams to support and protect Ford and what had Ford done? Turned his back on his brother as soon as Stanley had the first hint of a selfish thought. What a hypocrite. Everything Ford had done was for himself. He was the selfish one. The arrogant one. The screw-up. The freak.

Ford knew he deserved this treatment. He didn’t deserve to be forgiven for all the pain he’d caused. All the trouble. All the horror, fear, injuries, damage. Everything had been his fault. He’d made a deal with Bill in the first place, all to chase his own selfish desires. He built the portal, despite Fiddleford giving him all those warnings to dismantle the damn thing while he had the chance. He refused, Fiddleford was traumatized and the man lost his mind, all a result of Ford’s selfishness. He spent thirty years living in the dump, for Moses’ sake! He never returned to his family. His wife, his young child, he had to abandon them all because Ford was so selfish. He’d ruined not only Fiddleford’s life, but his partner’s family’s lives too.

It wasn’t just Fiddleford’s family who had paid for his mistakes. His brother had to fake his death and attend his own funeral in order to cover up the fact that Ford was missing. Both of his parents had passed away believing Stanley was dead, and they never found out that in truth, Stanford was the one missing. Stanley had sacrificed so much to keep Ford’s disappearance a secret. He had, once again, sacrificed everything he had to keep his brother safe. And when Stanley had needed Ford the most, Ford had ignored him. Shunned him. Turned him away.

And then there were the twins. They were just kids, only just teenagers as of today - they should have never had to even know about any of this. Stanley had had to lie to both them and their parents in order to keep Ford a secret. Then Ford came back and ruined everything. He’d caused the twins so much pain. He’d tried to separate them. He’d asked Dipper to become his apprentice without so much as a thought about Mabel’s feelings. The last things the twins had done before Weirdmageddon broke out was fight. They’d argued, Mabel had run off and the rift had been smashed. The kids had fought tooth and nail to get Ford back and they nearly died. Bill could have killed them, all because Ford was so damn selfish. Those kids had been traumatized, and it was all Ford’s fault.

The sound of laughter echoed through the room from outside and Ford curled up tighter, trying desperately to vanish into thin air. Part of him felt guilty for missing such a big occasion, but that little part was drowned by the rest of him, telling him to stay hidden and don’t make a sound. That he’d only ruin everything if he tried to join in. He could see the kid’s disgusted faces, the look of hatred on the faces of the townsfolk, the utter loathing on Stanley’s face. Heck, even Waddles would probably growl at him or walk away or something. He didn’t deserve to be included in the fun, anyway, after everything he’d caused. He’d only be shouted at, or shoved, or have rocks thrown at him. A thirteenth birthday was something the kids would only experience once and he didn’t want to spoil it for them. He’d already spoiled the last part of their summer, he couldn’t ruin their birthday too.

Ford’s stomach growled noisily and he couldn’t help but punch himself in the gut, trying to shut it up. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t eaten at all in the last week or so. It wasn’t important. He couldn’t leave his room, anyway. If he did, he’d only be glared at by his family. He’d ruin their day with his very presence. That was why he had to be careful whenever he left his room to get some water or to go to the bathroom. He didn’t want to bump into anyone and cause them more problems. He’d already done enough to ruin their lives. He wasn’t welcome in this house, but he was too scared to leave.

He just wanted to get out of their lives forever. Everyone would be so much better off without him. They wouldn’t have to worry about the apocalypse, or the insane researcher who lived in the woods. They wouldn’t have to wonder if each day might be their last. But, as much as he wanted to, Ford couldn’t bring himself to leave. He desperately wanted to make it up to everyone by leaving, but he just couldn’t. Not while Stanley’s mind was still being recovered. He had to stay, for the sake of his brother. He’d kick himself if Stanley had a memory lapse, or forgot everything entirely, and there was nobody around to help him. He couldn’t erase memories of himself from the townsfolk for one reason: he’d seen what it had done to Fiddleford, and he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone else. That’s what made it so difficult though. Ford knew nobody wanted his help. He knew that everyone just wanted to get rid of him. He knew that everyone saw him as a burden, a leech, a nuisance, and he knew that everyone else knew they’d be better off without him.

Ford froze, hearing someone walk past his bedroom door - if that’s even what his room could be called. It was in the semi-underground part of the Shack and was once his old study, but he’d been sleeping in here ever since he was brought back, on account of the fact that Stanley had claimed his bedroom for his own. Whoever was walking past got to the end of the hall and then walked back. Judging by the sound of the footsteps, Ford guessed it was one of the twins. He sighed quietly, still not moving from his position on the couch. The laughter and chatter from outside died down as the voices, in unison, sung an out-of-tune version of ‘Happy Birthday’. There was cheering, followed by Dipper and Mabel talking. Dipper was talking about how he already had everything he ever wanted. Lifting the blanket from off his head, Ford strained to listen to the boy’s words.

“I’ve already got the best friends I could ever ask for. You’re all like family to me, even though technically Grunkle Stan and Mabel are the only ones who are actually family.” There was some light chuckling from the crowd and Ford felt his heart sink. It was true. The kids didn’t see him as family. He didn’t deserve to be part of their family, anyway. Still, he couldn’t help but let out a quiet sob as the truth sunk in. The kids didn’t care about him. Why should they, after everything he’s done?

Then it was Mabel’s turn. “My only wish is to shrink you all down and take you home in my pocket, but since that’s probably impossible, I just want everyone here to sign my scrapbook.” Ford’s heart sunk further. Everyone here. He wasn’t out there with them. ‘Everyone here’ meant the whole town apart from him. Why should he get to sign the book? So that every time Mabel looked at it, she was reminded of the guy who nearly caused her death? The guy who ruined her summer? He didn’t deserve to be part of something like that. There was no way she’d let him sign the book, anyway. Mabel didn’t care about him. Nobody did.

There was more chatter and cheering after that as the party went on. Ford pulled the blanket back over his head again. Quiet sobs racked his body, making the blanket tremble. All his thoughts had been confirmed. There wasn’t a single person in the town who cared about him. Why should there be? He caused the apocalypse. He hurt them. People could have died and it was all his fault. Ford covered his mouth, trying to stay silent. Even though he knew nobody would be able to hear him, he didn’t want to make a sound. Making a sound would mean people would be reminded that he was still here and not lying in some dirty forest somewhere far away from anyone he could hurt.

Because, at the end of the day, lying alone in the middle of nowhere was all Ford really deserved.


Two days later…

“C’mon kids, got everything?”

“Yes, Grunkle Stan!”

Ford flinched. The kids were right outside his bedroom door. They must be leaving. That was it. Summer was over and he’d failed to apologize to them. Just like he’d failed to give them a good summer, like he’d failed to give them a good uncle. Ford buried his face in his hands, remaining hidden under the blanket. He’d failed to be anything worthy of redemption. Ford heard the kids dragging heavy luggage towards the door. He could hear the voices of their friends, waiting to say goodbye to them. Ford wasn’t going to join them. He didn’t want their last memories of summer to be the man who caused the apocalypse talking to them. He couldn’t ruin this moment for them. His stomach growled again. He still hadn’t eaten anything since two days before Weirdmageddon broke out. That made it over two weeks since he’d had anything to eat. Two days before Weirdmageddon, then the apocalypse itself had lasted just over a week, then it had been over a week since it had ended. Overall, it looked like seventeen or eighteen days since he’d eaten anything. He’d been drinking, obviously, but only water. It was the cheapest drink and the easiest to get hold of.

There was a sharp, quick knock on the bedroom door. “Stanford, the kids are leaving. You gonna say goodbye or are you gonna keep sulking?” It was Stanley. Ford’s heart leaped into his throat. Someone was actually talking to him. He was at a crossroads. Did he stay inside, make everyone happy by not being there, but let the kids down for not saying goodbye? Or should he come out of his room and wave them off, only to ruin their last day in Gravity Falls? Either way, he’d hate himself for it. Plus, he wanted to at least say goodbye to them, maybe try and apologize, even though he knew they didn’t want to hear it. He decided to bite the bullet. He could always just retreat to his room again once the kids had left.

“Coming…” Ford said quietly. He pulled the blanket off of him, tossing it to the floor, and grabbed his glasses. He flattened down his hair and got up. His hunger caused his head to spin, but he ignored it. He took slow steps towards the door, becoming more aware of the pain in his body. He still hadn’t fully healed from all the tortures Bill had put him through. He knew that the severe lack of food would only make it worse, but at this point he didn’t care. Pulling his boots on, he grabbed the handle of the door and opened it slowly. The light from the hallway blinded him momentarily and he briefly thought of what a mess he must look.

Stanley stood on the other side of the door, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he saw the state his brother was in. Ford’s hair was sticking up all over the place. He had dark circles underneath his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, the area around them puffy and red. His face was covered in scratches that hadn’t quite yet healed. His cheeks were sunken and he looked terribly thin. Sure, his brother had never quite had the gut Stan did, but he just looked so underweight. What was the worst part, however, was the expression on Ford’s face. His brother looked a mixture of downcast and terrified. He looked so sad, yet still had a slight bit of nervousness about him, as if Stan would lash out and hit him at any moment. He looked so guilty, too. His whole body was curled in on itself. He had his arms wrapped around his stomach, his shoulders sagging. He refused to meet Stanley’s concerned gaze, his head down and his sight fixed on his feet.

Stanley was at a loss for words. “Ford… what… what’s wrong… ?”

Ford’s voice was quiet and cracked. “… I’m so sorry…” His shoulders were shaking and he covered his mouth with one hand, feeling tears pricking his eyes.

Alarm bells went off in Stan’s mind. Ford had done this to himself. “Sorry for what…?” Stan asked softly, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer. He tried to put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, frowning when Ford flinched and pulled away, trying to retreat back into his room. “Ford, please,”

Ford shook his head quickly and turned to go back into his room. Stan put his arm out to stop him. Ford let out a startled noise and stepped away quickly, pressing his back against the wall. His eyes were wide and terrified. “Ford… please…” Stanley said softly.

“I’m so sorry…” Ford mumbled again. He buried his face in his hands again. “F-for everything… it’s all my f-fault…” He sunk slowly to the ground. “Everything… it’s all because of m-me…” He pulled his legs up close to his chest, keeping his face hidden in his knees.

“Ford…” Stan knelt beside his brother. He put a hand on his shoulder, feeling Ford flinch again. “When was the last time you ate?”

Ford shrugged. “Dunno,” he mumbled. That was a lie - he didn’t want to tell his brother that he hadn’t eaten in weeks. “Doesn’t matter,”

“Of course it matters!” Stan bit his lip. “Ford, you’re a wreck.”

“So?” Ford’s voice was quiet, barely audible. “Just go and say goodbye to the kids. Don’t worry ‘bout me,”

“Grunkle Stan! We’ve got all our stuff and the bus is nearly here!” Dipper’s voice called from outside. “You coming?” The younger twins ran back to the door, stopping in their tracks. They hadn’t seen Ford in over a week. Now he was sitting in the hallway with his face buried in his knees. Ford flinched at their voices.

Stan looked up at the kids. “I’ll be there in just a second.” He turned back to his brother. “C’mon, Ford. Talk to me. How long has it been since you last had some food?”

“Nearly three weeks,” Ford mumbled into his legs.

“Three weeks?!” Stan exclaimed. “Crap, Ford! You need to eat something!”

“N-no I don’t,” Ford murmured, stubbornly keeping his face hidden. He couldn’t let his brother see the tears in his eyes. “I c-can’t.”

“What the hell do you mean you can’t?” Stan demanded. His face softened as his brother flinched at the harsh tone in his voice.

“I c-can’t, ‘cause it costs you money and you’ve already given up so much for me and I’ve just been selfish and I hurt you and I hurt the kids and-”

“Whoa, whoa Ford, calm down,” Stan put his hand on the side of Ford’s face. “Hey, look at me Poindexter.”

Ford lifted his head slowly. The dark circles under his eyes were even more apparent now. His eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m so s-sorry, Stanley.”

Stanley shook his head and pulled Ford into a hug, tightening his arms around him when he felt Ford try to pull away. He laid his chin on the top of Ford’s head, rubbing small circles across his back. “It’s okay… it’s okay…”

And then the floodgates opened.

A second later, Ford was sobbing into Stan’s shoulder, gripping the back of Stan’s sweater for dear life. “I-I’m so sorry .. this is all m-my fault… I erased y-your m-m-mind a-an-and I hurt you… a-and I hurt the kids… I d-didn’t wanna c-come see them on their b-birthday cause I’d r-ruin ev-verything a-and you sh-shouldn’t h-have opened that portal everyone w-would have b-b-been b-better off without m-me I j-just hurt p-p-people I’m a f-freak I’m a m-m-monster I r-ruined the summer B-Bill should have j-just killled me I should never have b-been b-b-”

“Ford.” Stan cut him off before he could finish. “Don’t ever say that. We’ve all made mistakes-”

“None of yours ever caused the apocalypse, though, did they?” Ford snapped. “I summoned a demon just so I could become famous. If I w-wasn’t so damn selfish none of you would have ever been h-hurt.”

The twins, tears in their eyes, rushed forwards and embraced Ford in a tight hug. “Grunkle Ford we love you.” Mabel said, burying her face in Ford’s sweater. “You’re not selfish. You told us how to defeat Bill.”

“You played games with me,” Dipper added. “You’re not selfish. You protected me from that alien guard thing. You saved my life.”

Ford shook his head and tried to pull away, but Stan held onto him and wouldn’t let go. “No, don’t defend me. What I did was wrong and horrible and I don’t deserve to be forgiven.”

“Grunkle Ford stop it!” Mabel shouted. Ford froze. “You do deserve to be forgiven. None of this was your fault. All of us have been tricked by Bill. But you helped us get rid of him, and now he’s gone! He’s gone because you helped us!”

“She’s right Grunkle Ford,” Dipper said. “Bill’s gone because you helped us get rid of him. Grunkle Stan got his memory back. It’s okay!”

“It’s okay, Poindexter,” Stan mumbled into his brother’s hair. “It’s okay. We’re all okay, because of you. Now would you quit beating yourself up so much and come and say goodbye?”

Ford took a deep breath and nodded. The kids got up and Stanley pulled his brother to his feet, keeping an arm looped over his shoulders. Together, the family walked outside and towards the road where the bus was waiting. Ford looked at the twins, then at his brother. A small smile came to his face. They’d forgiven him. He couldn’t believe it, and part of him was still convinced he didn’t deserve it, but they’d forgiven him. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and took a deep breath.

Stanley looked at his twin. “You alright Ford?”

Ford smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

This time, he wasn’t lying.


Something I wrote based off of @skaleigha  ‘s Guilty Ford AU, which can be found here. I really love this idea and I had to write something for it. Ford really needs hugs ;-;

There are probably plot holes the size of craters in this. Oh well 

I thrive off stangst

EDIT: Now on AO3