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The Long Road (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 5

IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! Thank you everyone so much for your patience on this chapter, i am now fully healed and recovered whoop whoop!

Also we are finally back in the present day with this chapter, so get ready! Although i will let yall know beforehand there isn’t a lot of Ford this go-round, it’s mainly progression for the story.😔 But don’t worry! Some familiar faces will finally make an appearance, and there will be lots of him next chapter.😉 I’ll make it up to you guys i swear🩵 Now here’s chapter 5!

So with that you trudge on, out of the lab and the cabin.

The cabin you once considered home…

And that was how you left things, 32 years ago.

After that night, you sloppily packed your things and moved in with Lizzy. Although it wasn’t long before the two of you decided it’d be best for you to leave Gravity Falls as a whole, the town and all it represented holding too much pain and heartbreak for you.

So with that, you packed your things once more and moved to a small town in Montana.

It was a significant change from life in Gravity Falls, and the transition definitely did not come without difficulties, especially emotionally.

You grappled with the weight of your decision and the memories of the life you left behind. In the beginning, you had a hard time with your new job and adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. It was incredibly lonely at first, this time of your life being one of the darkest. But as time passed, you began to settle in, and the town you resided in started to feel like home. The change of scenery finally brought you a sense of freedom, and you began to build a life you were proud of. Lizzy would always come visit when she could, your bond with her remaining strong throughout the years. You felt like you were finally mending your broken heart.

Although that feeling would damper in you every time you’d gaze upon the wedding band atop of your dresser, your smile turning into a frown. It sat there like a stark reminder of the past - of the love that once was but had now faded into nothing. You hadn’t heard from Ford, nor seen him in years.

The moments of laughter, joy, and your deep connection with him seemed so distant now, like a lifetime away. And even after all of these years, when you’d return to your now-home, it plagued you. The pain of your broken marriage was a constant presence. It was a weight that settled in your heart, and refused to leave, no matter how hard you had tried to suppress it.

The sight of the ring was a constant reminder of what you had left behind.

What you had lost.

2012.

A sigh escapes you as you hold your phone to your ear, wine glass in hand.

You were seated at your dining table, wrapped in a bathrobe as you talked to Lizzy.

“He seriously hasn’t answered any of your calls or texts?”

You frown as you swirl your wine glass, your gaze drifting to the window.

“No, but I mean, it’s been 32 years Liz. He’s probably moved on and forgotten all of it at this point. And even if he is seeing my messages, I can’t really blame him for not returning them.”

Lizzy scoffs on the other end before replying, your eyes rolling slightly.

“Oh come on, Y/N. You were his wife for goodness sake. And I know for a fact that if this is still plaguing your mind after all these years, it’s definitely plaguing his too. There’s no way in hell he’d just forget about you, that’s ridiculous, no matter how big his damn brain is.”

“Liz..”

“Y/N.”

Your frown deepens as you sit there, your finger sliding across the brim of the glass.

“Listen, Y/N,” Lizzy says, breaking the silence with a gentle tone. “I really think you should go see him, according to Susan, he’s still in Gravity Falls.” Your stomach churns as she speaks, waiting for her to continue.

“You can end things properly with a divorce agreement, and finally close that chapter of life and put it behind you. This is the only thing left that’s really tying you to your past, you know?”

As Lizzy’s words sink in, a mixture of old, yet familiar emotions course through you. The thought of seeing Ford again, after all these years, fills you both with anxiety and curiosity.

The divorce sounded logical, sure. It’d be the final closure to that chapter in your life, but the thought of facing him again leaves you conflicted.

“I don’t know Liz,” you murmur, your voice tinged with uncertainty. “Seeing him again.. It’s been so long. I don’t know if I could handle that.”

“I understand your concerns,” Lizzy replies, her tone supportive. “But you can’t avoid this forever. It’s been 32 years, Y/N. You deserve full closure. You both do.”

She pauses for a moment, her voice softening. “And what if, after all this time, he actually wants to talk? To explain why he let you walk out that day? To apologize?”

A flicker of hope ignites in you, but it’s quickly diminished by pain and doubt.

“Then why hasn’t he reached out after all these years, and now?”

Lizzy sighs softly on the other end, her voice soft and filled with understanding.

“I dont know Y/N, it’s Ford we’re talking about,” she states, pausing for a moment before speaking again. “But one thing I do know is you only have one option left, and this is it.”

Gravity Falls, Oregon

And that’s how you find yourself where you are now.

Back in Gravity Falls after a long 32 years.

Your heart races as you pull your vehicle to a halt, placing a hand over your chest to soothe yourself.

You ended up pulling into the parking lot at Greasys, pleased to know it was still here after such a long time. A bite to eat wouldn’t hurt before the big confrontation, right?

As you step out of your car, you're hit with a wave of nostalgia at the sight of the diner. The parking lot is just as you remember, and the sight of the small building, complete with its neon sign, is oddly comforting.

Taking a deep breath, you head inside, the bell tingling above the door as you push it open. The smell of bacon, coffee, and pancakes greets you, the diner not too crowded, per usual. You smile softly to yourself as you take a seat at the counter, eyes scanning the familiar area absently.

As you fiddle with the napkin dispenser, your mind drifts back to the reason you’re here. Ford. You weren’t really sure what to expect, and it made you incredibly nervous, but you knew this was something you needed to do. For the both of you.

A waitress you don’t recognize then comes over, a cheerful smile on her face.

“What can I get for ya darlin?”

It’s not long after you’ve ordered that you receive your food, the pancakes in front of you emitting a heavenly aroma. You’ve already downed one of them before you notice a familiar face, and old friend. Susan.

Her eye lights up as she spots you, making her way over to you from behind the counter.

“Hiya, stranger!” she winks (you think), a huge smile on her face. “Lizzy-Loo told me I should be expecting you this week!”

A genuine smile tugs at your lips as you greet your old friend, waving.

“Hey, Suz!” You say warmly as you set down your fork. “Yeah, I figured it was about time I popped in for a visit.”

Susan chuckles, her eye sparkling with humor as she leans against the counter.

“It’s so good to see you hon, you haven’t aged a bit. Not even with those gray hairs!” You let out a laugh, your hand instinctively going up to touch your hair as your ears redden.

“Oh hush Suz, you’re too kind. How’ve you been?”.

“You know dear, same old same old! Enough about me though, what brings you into town?”

You cough as you process her words, your hands closing and squeezing tightly with anxiety.

“Just visiting.. I suppose,” you hesitate for a moment, before continuing. “Is Stanford still around?”

Susan's eye widens as she processes your question, tilting her head.

“Oh, Stanford Pines? Yeah he’s still around, living in that Mystery Shack of his! He’s such an odd fella, I don’t know how you used to put up with him!”

Your heart drops as Susan speaks, confusion filling you as you raise a brow.

“I will give him props though, he’s an excellent business man!”

“Wait, what?”

Before Susan can respond to you, her name is called loudly from the kitchen.

“Coming Barb! Sorry hon, duty calls! We’ll catch up later!”

As Susan makes her way to the kitchen, you sit there, baffled at the mention of Ford’s business skills. Since when did Ford become some ‘excellent businessman’? He never put anything over his work in the lab.

Before you know it, you’re dropping money on the counter and walking out the door, overwhelming thoughts plaguing your senses. You quickly hop into your car, pulling out of your parking space and making your way towards what used to be your home.

The drive there is short, and as you pull towards the driveway you can’t help but feel uneasy. The dirt road has been maintained, luckily, but you can’t help but notice the weird signs and arrows nailed onto the trees that align the path. Did Ford completely lose it after you left? Your ex-husband (not officially teehee) didn’t necessarily strike you as the type, but you suppose a lot can happen in 32 years.

Nothing beats the pure amount of shock that fills you though, after you pull into view of the cabin.

The home you once shared with Ford, has now been turned into some sort of tourist trap.

Your confusion and shock continue to mount as you take in the sight of the old house. The exterior has been adorned with all sorts of tacky signs promoting attractions, and the sign atop of the roof spells out :

‘M Y S T E R Y H A C K’

“What the fuck..” you mumble, stepping out of your car and making your way to what used to be the back porch.

The wood creaks beneath your feet in its old age, your eyes taking in everything around you. Ford wouldn’t have done this to your old house, you refused to believe it. It held too many memories that you knew were still precious, to the both of you, to this day.

You raise your hand shakily to the door, taking in a deep breath before knocking three times.

There’s silence for a moment after you knock, only the sound of wind blowing through trees and birds chirping in the background. Your heart hammers in your chest as you wait, your gaze avoiding the door.

After what feels like an eternity, you hear fumbling and footsteps from within the house. The sound of locks being undone reach your ears, and the door slowly creaks open.

A kid, no older than 12 is revealed, a blue cap adorned with a pine tree placed on top of his head. He stares at you in confusion, his brow raised as his hand rests on the door.

“Uh, can I help you?”

You can’t help but stand there with your mouth agape, totally taken aback by the sight of the young boy before you.

“Uh…”

You quickly snap out of your trance, collecting yourself before you respond.

“I uh… I’m looking for Stanford Pines. He used to live here. Is he-”

The boy interrupts you before you can finish, his eyes widening at your words.

“Oh, you mean Grunkle Stan?”

“Grunkle?”

“Move it kid, I’ll take care of it.”

Before the boy can speak, a tall figure steps in front of him, pulling the door closed.

Your body goes numb as the familiar voice reaches your ears, it’s been so long since you’ve heard it, but it’s unmistakable. Your gaze widens as you take in his appearance. His hair is grayer, his features older and more weary. But despite the changes, there’s no mistaking who the man is that’s standing before you.

Stanley Pines.

YEAHHHHHH!! STANLEYYYY!! DIPPERR!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!

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breezeflows · 11 months ago

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The Long Road (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 4

Y’ALL THIS ONE WAS/IS A ROUGH ONE. I had a lot of writers block with this chapter, but I think I finally accomplished fitting in everything I wanted it to have! Also just for clarification, a lot of things that happened in this chapter will be discussed more thoroughly in future chapters! (Aka Ford’s perspective.) Thank you everyone so much for your patience and continued support!! With that, here is absolutely gut wrenching chapter 4!!

Also, last thing I promise, if you want to be added to the tag list, just comment!

Themes: Lying, Arguments, Strong language, Lotsss of bottled up emotions, Fiddleford gets traumatized by the portal, Ford over prioritizing Bill and his work over sleep/his wife etc, all the fun stuff! This chapter is very sad! But we will finally be back to the present in chapter 5!

You found yourself waking in the late afternoon, your bags now packed and in hand as you make your way out of Lizzy’s apartment. And although you were a nervous wreck to return home and confront Ford about last night’s events, you were also happy at the thought you’d be sleeping in your own bed tonight. You were hopeful that Ford would have a good explanation. Maybe he was drunk out of his mind, due to your absence, or maybe Fiddleford brought the two of them there after a breakthrough in their research. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

You keep your thoughts running as you settle into the passenger seat of Lizzy’s car. Your mind is a flurry of hope, worry, and anxiety as you mull over all the different possibilities of what happened last night.

Lizzy hops into the driver’s seat, her gaze flickering over to you as she senses your nerves.

“Hey,” she says softly. “Everything will be okay, alright? I’m sure Ford has a good explanation for everything. At least, he better.”

You let out a nervous sigh, once again fiddling with your wedding band as you try to steady yourself.

“I hope so,” you murmur, eyes drifting out the window as Lizzy kicks the vehicle in motion. “I really don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t.”

Lizzy places a sympathetic hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Let’s just focus on getting there for now, okay? Try not to imagine any worst-case scenarios until we actually talk to him.”

You give a small nod as she drives, the world outside becoming a blur of trees and late afternoon sun.

6:00 PM.

With a final turn down the gravel path, you arrive at the place you consider home, the cabin. The familiarity of your surroundings should be relieving, yet you find yourself on edge, tugging down on the beanie that rested against your head.

You unclip your seatbelt as the car hauls to a stop, Lizzy turning to give you a reassuring smile.

“I’ll drive around closeby.” she says. “In case things go, you know, not so great.”

You nod softly, thanking her as you grab your bags from the backseat, stepping out of the car. The gravel under your feet crunches with each step, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Taking a deep breath, you make your way to the front door of your home, a nervous hand twisting the knob and pushing it open. As you step foot into the familiar space, you’re surprised to find Ford in the living room. He’s seated on the couch, working on what seemed to be some sort of gadget on the coffee table.

He looks up as you enter, his expression casual with a hint of excitement.

“You’re back!” He states as he stands, approaching you with a warm smile.

You swallow hard, clutching your bags tightly as you regard him warily.

“I missed you, how was your trip? There’s so much I have to tell you, Fiddleford and I had a major breakthrough this weekend!”

Ford’s words are light and pleasant, and he looks genuinely happy to see you. A stark difference from how he was the night before. He steps closer to you, looking as if he’s about to pull you into an embrace, but you take a step back, releasing your bags from your grip.

Ford’s smile falters for a brief moment, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Where were you last night?”

He seems taken aback by your blunt question, a brow raised as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Ah… well I was here, working with Fiddleford, like I said.” he replies, gesturing to the gadget on the table. “Why do you ask?”

Your heart twists in your chest as you clench your fists, frown adorning your lips.

“Is that all..?”

Ford looks perplexed by your question, his eyes filled with concern as he takes a step towards you, his expression growing increasingly more confused and worried.

“What do you mean? Where else would I have been?”

You go to speak, but falter, looking down at the floor as you hold your elbow sheepishly.

“Nevermind.. It’s nothing, sorry.”

Ford pauses, his concern only deepening as he watches you avoid his gaze. He takes another step closer, his voice gentle.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong,” he says, reaching out to touch your arm.

“You’ve been acting strange ever since you came through the door… Did something happen? You can talk to me.”

You swallow hard, before looking up to meet his gaze.

Ford’s expression is genuine, his grip on you squeezing gently as you gaze at him for a moment. This Ford was a huge contrast to whoever you had talked to last night, this was the man you knew and adored. Maybe you and Lizzy really did have too much to drink, and you mixed it all up with some other guy? It seemed too coincidental, but the way Ford was acting now made you second guess everything. He seemed totally unphased, and there wasn’t a single thing about his tone that would lead you to believe he was lying. This was still your husband, after all.

You shovel all of your thoughts and suspicions down as you sigh, placing a hand over the one he had rested on your arm.

“It’s nothing, I promise,” you say, cracking a soft smile as you lean into him. “I just missed you a lot. It’s good to be home.”

Ford’s eyes soften at your words, and he pulls you closer to him, gently enveloping you in his arms. He holds you close, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, his voice soft and gentle. “More than you know.”

Your ears and cheeks turn red at his words as he pulls away, just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he speaks.

“So, you uh, need help with your bags?”

A soft blush covers Ford’s cheeks as you smile once more, your hand reaching to cup his cheek, thumb grazing the skin underneath.

“Sure, although I wanna hear everything you wanted to catch me up on while I unpack.”

If somehow possible, Ford’s cheeks turn an even darker shade of pink as you touch his face, his gaze flicking down to your hand before coming back up to meet your eyes. He then clears his throat, voice slightly strained.

“Y-yeah of course,” he stammers, his hand coming up to rub the back of his head. “We can talk in the bedroom while you unpack.”

“Sounds like a plan.” you say with a chuckle, grabbing both of your bags and handing one to Ford, placing a quick peck to his cheek before pulling away.

A small, boyish smile appears on his lips at your gesture. He quickly takes the bag you handed him, keeping his eyes on you for a moment before looking down at your luggage in his hands.

He clears his throat once more, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness as he speaks.

“Right, let’s go then.”

Ford then begins to lead the way to the bedroom, you trailing along behind him.

As you both enter your shared room you begin to unpack your bags, Ford chatting away excitedly as he helps you with your things, pulling out your clean clothes and placing them in the closet.

You smile at his enthusiasm, but you can’t help but notice the bed as you unpack. The sheets are just how you left them, pillows fluffed and blankets tucked into the edges of the frame.

“Did you get any sleep while I was gone?” you ask, shutting a drawer after you’ve placed a pair of jeans inside.

Ford pauses mid-sentence in his excited explanation, faltering as his glaze flicks from the bed to yours.

“Uh, well… no, I didn’t,” he admits, his voice laced with a hint of guilt. “With all the work Fiddleford and I’ve been doing, I guess I just forgot about sleep.”

You frown deeply as he moves to continue helping you unpack, your arms falling to your sides.

“Ford..”

Ford pauses again, a flicker of guilt in his eyes as he senses your disapproving tone.

“Just promise me that you’ll at least come to bed tonight. Okay? I worry about you when you aren’t getting any rest.”

His expression softens, gaze full of guilt and affection meeting yours. He nods in agreement, a sheepish smile crossing his face.

“I promise.”

Over the following nights, Ford makes a point of coming to bed, holding true to the word he gave you the night you returned from Lizzys. However, the pattern you had desperately hoped for doesn’t last long. The old habits return quickly, Ford abandoning the bedroom in favor of work in the lab for days on end. Days soon turn into weeks, weeks into months, and so on. You find yourself lying alone in bed each night, your mind filled with anger and frustration. Sometimes, you’re kept awake by the bright flashes and rumbling from below. A part of you wanted to stomp down there and give him a piece of your mind, to leave him and this broken marriage behind, but another part of you yearned for Ford. You longed for the day you’d see him emerge from the lab instead of Fiddleford, or the day he’d prioritize you again. Even just a simple acknowledgement of your presence, other than “hello, how are you”, would do. You missed how things used to be. You missed him.

But the day never came.

You were too stubborn to be the first to break the now built-up tension, after all it was Ford’s fault the two of you were in this predicament anyway. At least that’s what you told yourself, feeding into the false hope that things were going to somehow magically improve.

The same cycle repeated itself, leaving you feeling helpless and abandoned.

Until one night.

You found yourself lying alone in bed yet again, your head laid on what was once Ford’s pillow, his scent no longer attached to the fabric. The sounds of the lab seem louder tonight as you toss and turn, grunting in annoyance. You glance towards the clock on your nightstand, the glowing numbers reading midnight. Frustration mounts within you, the lack of any attention whatsoever from Ford wearing you down.

Suddenly, an extremely loud whir from the lab forces you to sit upright, your heart pounding in your chest as your irritation gets the best of you. Finally, you’d had enough.

You throw back the covers in an aggressive motion, swinging your legs over the bed. You pad across the room, your bare feet touching the cold hardwood floor. Each step you take fuels the growing anger in you, your patience thinning.

Reaching the door, you pull on it, the sound of it creaking open adding to the building tension. With a huff, you step forward into the darkness and descend the stairway leading to the lab.

You press the button to the elevator harshly, stepping inside the metal contraption. As you descend further you hear the sound of faint yelling, along with a thud. Your stomach twists with frustration and anxiety, your mind reeling with possibilities of what the hell was going on down there.

Finally, the elevator doors slide open, revealing a blinding blue light behind the glass window of the lab. Your feet carry you quickly to the source, dashing through the entryway when all of a sudden, your shoulders are grabbed.

Your body stiffens as your eyes adjust to the lighting, revealing a disheveled Fiddleford in front of you. His fearful eyes search your panicked ones, his grip painfully tight.

“Fiddleford-”

“You’ve got to get out of here Y/N,” he states frantically, his voice shaky. “This machine will bring about the end of the world, it’s dangerous beyond comprehension. It should never see the light of day.”

The sound of your heartbeat fills your ears as you process his words. The seriousness in his voice and panicked look in his eyes were enough to send a chill down your spine. You take a moment, before stuttering out a few words.

“What? Machine? The end of the world..?”

Before you can finish your sentence, Fiddleford leaves in a rush, your frightened gaze moving to the source of the light.

In front of you stood what seemed to be some sort of portal, with your husband standing right below it.

You watch him as you stand there, dumbstruck by fear and confusion. You clench your fists before taking a firm step forward, swallowing dryly.

“Ford..?”

He stands with his back turned to you, mumbling something before yelling aloud.

“No, you know what… I don’t need anyone!”

Your legs tremble as you make your way towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ford jumps violently at the contact, his head whipping around to face you. His gaze widening for a moment, before turning cold and harsh.

“What..? What are you doing down here Y/N?” He snaps, his tone sharp and defensive.

Your gut clenches at his tone, your eyes brimming with tears as you finally break.

“What the actual fuck, Stanford!” You yell, hands formed into fists as you hold them in front of you.

“What is this?! This.. this thing?!” You yell, pointing towards the portal.

“This is too fucking far!!”

Ford’s eyes narrow, his irritation growing apparent. He stands his ground, stepping towards you and jabbing a finger towards your chest.

“This?” he replies, gesturing to the portal. “This is my life’s work Y/N! Everything I’ve dedicated myself towards for decades! Something you wouldn’t even understand the significance of, even if I explained it to you!”

His words cut through you like a knife, tears now streaming warmly down your cheeks. You grab hold of his wrist roughly, jerking him towards you.

“No!” you yell, your grip unrelenting.

“This is some sort of doomsday device you abandoned EVERYTHING for! That you abandoned ME for!”

Your voice breaks with that last sentence, your teeth clenching as you attempt to stifle your pain.

“I’ve stuck with you through everything, Stanford! When you lost Stanley, during those horrible years in college, through this!” You say, pointing to him and then to yourself with your free hand. “When you’ve practically neglected me as your wife, all of it! I stayed with you because I’m in love with you, Stanford!”

Ford’s eyes soften at your words, a strong flicker of guilt in his expression as you list all the sacrifices you’ve made for him.

“But I can’t,” your voice trembles with each word, your grip on his wrist loosening to where it falls back to your side.

“Y/N…”

Every emotion you’ve bottled up until now weighs down on you, your heart racing in your chest.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your tearful gaze meets his, his heart aching at the sight.

Ford looks as if he’s been torn in two. Flashes of guilt, anger, and concern, all etching across his face as he stands there, desperately searching for the right answer. And although you never in a million years would intend for him to be put in this spot, he knows he has to choose. The person who devoted their everything to him, or everything he’s ever devoted himself to.

Ford stutters out his answer faster than he can think, sweat beading against his forehead.

“This isn’t,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, his expression heavily conflicted. “This is something monumental Y/N, something that could change the course of existence itself. I have to do this,” as Ford continues, you feel your heart snapping in two, your gaze lowering to the floor as you attempt to take in what he is saying.

“I have to finish what I started, Y/N.”

Your vision blurs with heavy tears as the two of you stand there in deafening silence.

Your expression is filled with pure distraught as you lift your head, your gaze meeting Ford’s. Although he doesn’t return it, his eyes glued to the ground with a solemn frown on his lips. Your lip trembles as you lower your head once more, standing there for a few moments before forcing yourself to turn away.

“Okay.”

Your legs feel heavy with each step, every part of you screaming at you to stay. But deep down you know you can’t, it was time for you to choose yourself for once.

So with that you trudge on, out of the lab and out of the cabin.

The cabin you once considered home.

Thank you for reading! I hope y’all like how this turned out :)

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