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lunarbun-ships · 4 months ago
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── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part five ]
[ part one ] & [ part two ] & [ part three ] & [ part four ]
mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader
tags: fluff, sfw, a bit of suggestive talk
word count: 2029
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the serene atmosphere of your sunlit bedroom was suddenly disturbed as you jolted up in bed with a gasp.
heart racing and head spinning, you sat there, stunned.
was it … just a dream?
your brow furrowed as you looked up and around the familiar space. there was your bookshelf, your desk, your chair … oh.
you rubbed your eyes to do a double take at your chair. sure enough, atop it laid the two-piece outfit you had worn out with stanley last night.
slowly, a wide grin spread across your face. as you began to get out of bed and prepare yourself for the day, memories came back to you one by one.
let’s see, then … when we got back here, we had that conversation in the car. i remember being really sleepy, and kind of stumbling into the inn.
you wandered into your bathroom, splashing your face with cold water.
then, we parted ways. he practically skipped away to his room.
the faucet ran as you laughed softly to yourself. a certain warmth filled your chest, spreading throughout your body: an uncontrollable joy.
who would’ve guessed? me, in love … i’m so happy.
suddenly, everything was peaches, unicorns, and rainbows. you felt as if the butterflies in your stomach were throwing a wild dance party, and all the world was invited. ecstatic, you danced around your room, putting on day clothes and taking extra care as you groomed yourself. yes, this called for three extra spritzes of your favorite fragrance. absolutely, it required your nicest jewelry. after all, you were on a serotonin high, and you never wanted to come down—the person that you love loves you back!
as you made your way out into the hallway, a part of you was tempted to slide down the staircase like mary poppins, but you quickly decided against it as you recalled your lack of magical gravity-altering powers. instead, you settled for a regular-paced descent, walking down both sets of stairs until you came out into the lobby.
you waved to one of your employees at the front desk. “good morning!”
“ah, good morning, boss. you sound cheery today. did something good happen?”
“wellll, yeahhh, you could say that …” you beamed, covering your mouth like a child with an innocent secret.
the worker laughed, shaking his head. “i won’t pry, although i do have a guess as to what it is. you’re all set to take your shift, by the way.” he walked out from the desk, and you took his place, watching as he disappeared to go on break.
just then, a hand touched your shoulder.
“boo.”
you jumped, whipping around to the source of the voice. a smug stanley stood beside you, laughing at the reaction he’d managed from you.
“haha! hey, don’t be scared, toots. ‘s just me.” he winked, giving you a small squeeze before letting his arm fall down to his side. “ya look cute t’day.”
“you look pretty nice yourself.” you hummed, giving him a quick once-over. that earned a small blush from stan, who stammered as he attempted to think of a comeback.
“oh—oh yeah? well you—uh … ahh, i got nothin’.” he grinned sheepishly, pleasantly surprised at the way you were matching his energy.
at that moment, the little entrance bell rung as the front door swung open. a new guest had entered the building. recognizing this, stan took his cue to back away and let you do your job.
the stranger approached the front desk, and you offered him a smile. “welcome to the inn! just a room for one today?”
the stranger, who appeared to be tall and blond, stared at you with piercing blue eyes. “yes … that was the plan. but i must say, you’re a charming little doll. you might just make it a room for two.”
you were taken aback. “sir—”
“hey, can you blame me? i’m in town for a tour, and i’m awfully bored … why don’t you humor me?”
*SLAM*
stanley’s rough hand hit the desk surface with force as he positioned himself between the stranger and yourself.
“you got a problem?”
his threatening words rumbled lowly, striking through the air like thunder.
“what’s it to you, lowlife raccoon? do you really think you’re scaring anyone with that attitude?”
the bulkier man growled, his eye twitching. “you wanna take this outside, punk?”
“yes, let’s. i’d hate for your little crush here to watch you get hurt.”
immediately, alarm bells went off in your head. “wait, what—”
stan began to walk towards the back door with the troublemaker. shooting a glance back at you, he mouthed ‘don’t worry’ before closing the door behind him. of course, that only made you worry twice as much.
a part of you longed to follow them and make sure nothing bad happened, but you knew that you couldn’t just abandon the desk during your shift. an anxious breath escaped from your lips as you craned your neck to try and see if you could catch a glance of them through the window.
mere seconds later, there was a distant crash. you startled, quickly running over to the back door and opening it to look for the two men. much to your relief, stanley came walking back over to you from around the corner, completely unscathed.
“guy ran off all scared after i knocked his tooth out. said sumthin’ about his ‘career being ruined’. tch, what a wuss.” he rolled his eyes, sliding his arm around your waist and walking you back towards the front desk. “sorry he said that stuff to ya. i took care of it, though, yeah?”
you flushed a shade of red at his arm around you and his close proximity. “y–yes. thank you, stan.”
the brunet puffed up with pride. “anytime, angel. if somebody tries anything like that again, y’ come get me. i’ll take care of you.”
looking this way and that, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek before grabbing his car keys and walking towards the front door. “i gotta thing to do. see ya later, gator.”
you stood frozen in place, processing what had just happened. explosions were going off in your brain, and stan chuckled to himself as he left the inn.
some time passed, and it was finally your lunch break. you’d been thoroughly distracted all morning by the way stanley had been acting towards you.
he’s so … clingy. ugh, i miss him already.
his hair is so pretty … and his eyes … and that stubble …
you were slowly being pulled into daydream land—but the rumbling of your stomach snapped you out of it.
“urgh. time to eat.” you mumbled to yourself, making your way to your room. there were some leftovers in the fridge that were practically calling your name.
after retrieving the box of food and a clean fork, you turned around to return to the lobby, but stopped in your tracks upon seeing someone standing in the doorway.
“heya, toots!” stan beamed, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. “yer never gonna believe what just happened.”
this was the most excited and happy you’d ever seen him. intrigued, you set down your leftovers on the table, giving him your full attention. “what is it?”
“i just landed a security guard gig for the theater down the street. they figured out i could throw a punch or two, an’ offered to pay me full-time to keep troublemakers away from their shows!”
your eyes widened as you realized what this meant. “then … that means …”
“i can stick around n’ actually have a chance at making the green i need!” grinning, he threw his arms around you. “i’ll stop takin’ up space here, n’ get a place for us—i mean, me—i mean—”
you laughed, squeezing him tightly and resting your head on his shoulder. “stan, i am so proud of you!”
hearing those words did something inside of him. his whole body tensed, then relaxed, overwhelmed with emotion. “you … you are?”
“of course! i love you too much to feel any other way, y’know.”
tears stung at his vision, and he hastily rubbed them away with his sleeve. “... heh, thank you.”
stepping back to look him in the eye, you rested both hands on top of his shoulders. “when you first got here … i could tell how unhappy you were. i hated seeing you like that.” you moved one hand to brush some hair out of his face. “and now look at you. you’ve come so far.”
stan melted into your touch, leaning his face into the palm of your hand without thinking. “yeah, i … i guess i have come a ways, huh?” he sighed, a tender smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “honestly, you were the one who caused it. ‘f it weren’t for all your help, i … i’d prob’ly be in an even darker place than i was before.” turning his head, he kissed the inside of your palm. “thank you.”
you blushed, your whole body warm with happiness, gratitude, and excitement. “well, i couldn’t just ignore you.” you pulled him into another embrace, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “stanley, you’ve captivated me, mind, heart, and soul.”
he hummed lowly, pushing your hair back to press another kiss to your forehead. “you did the same thing to me. i … just can’t stop thinkin’ about you.” he pulled his head back to gaze at you lovingly. “... ‘bout how lucky i got to find you.. my angel.”
“i love you.”
“heh– not more than i do, toots.”
“no proof.”
you were just inches away from a second-ever kiss when a knock on the door rudely interrupted, causing the two of you to jump away from each other and stare as it began to open.
“oh sh–” stan slapped his hand over his mouth, diving behind the sofa to hide. all you could do was stand there as normally as you possibly could, pretending like nothing important had been previously happening.
“uh … was there someone else in here, too?”
it was your coworker from earlier that day.
“NOPE! nobody. just me. why would you think that?”
he narrowed his eyes. “right … you know it’s your property, it’s okay if there was someone.” shaking his head, he remembered his initial purpose. “anyway, i just wanted to come find you to see if you wanted to go out to lunch with me and liz.”
“oh. well, uh …”
“... it would also be a nice opportunity to tell us about any … juicy secrets?”
you snickered, shaking your head fondly. “well, fine. i’ll tag along, then—with a plus one.”
“I KNEW IT! —i mean, uh, cool, good deal. we’re meeting in the lobby in ten.”
“i’ll be there.” you waved goodbye as he shut the door, and stan reappeared from behind the couch. the two of you simply exchanged looks, and started laughing.
so, you had a lovely lunch outing with two of your co-workers and a rather nervous stanley. he was surprisingly shy for the intimidating big-guy persona that he gave off, which was adorable. it didn’t take long for him to earn the approval of the others—they were both moved to tears after listening to his life story. jeff, the male of the two, kept complaining about how it wasn’t fair that you had such a good man just suddenly show up on your doorstep, whereas liz warned stan that if he ever hurt you he would have to deal with her. all in all, the whole group had a great time.
presently, you were sorting through a mail delivery that had come for the inn, making different piles for guests and employees who had received letters and other packages.
it was just then that something caught your eye.
it was a postcard … addressed to stan.
huh … i wonder what this could be about?
you stifled your curiosities and stopped yourself from reading his mail, and instead chose to slip it underneath his door.
oh, well. i’m sure it’s nothing important.
… right?
end
author's note:
*holds stanley so gently in the palm of my hand*
love this guy ... what a guy
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wormpool · 19 days ago
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I love The Substance's undying dedication to grossness as an aesthetic. It's not just that it's body horror, it's the kind of body horror that lingers on needles being pushed into skin and then supernaturally enhances the length of the needle and the scabbiness of the entry point just to milk your reaction. I love that that body horror exaggeration effect is present in mundane things too, like endless shrimp or a trashed apartment or old person skin. It's just part of the gaze that the movie forces you to take on, and I think it's both good at that aesthetic and smart with that aesthetic. It uses the emotional strength of that gut feeling to tug at your self hatred, or to make you hate the asshole TV producer, or even to simulate a bad relationship with food.
This is a harder point to articulate, but I feel like the substance understood something about what I like about horror movies: that there is this catharsis aspect to the grossness which you can only really properly reach the heights of by exaggerating it to the point of ridiculousness. I like the ending not just because it's crazy but because it knows what I'm looking for in crazy. It's a movie for people who love grossness and a movie that shows you how to love grossness.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months ago
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The girls are plottinggggg
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wen chao#wang lingjiao#Realizing she was supposed to have an upper lip mole was a cold slap in the face. So sorry ma'am. I won't forget again.#They are evil dumbass 4 evil dumbass and I think we are all missing out on the sheer potential of the comedy between these two.#They have way too much power and are using it for the wrong reasons - which makes them truly great villains.#And when things don't go their way they become piles of whining sludge.#Wang Lingjiao is forever fascinating to me even though we only get crumbs about her.#She's a servant girl who's greatest asset is her beauty and her attractiveness.#Meaning she's had a life being in the gaze of people with significant positions of power over her.#I can't help but read her childishness and petty tantrums as someone who has finally been given the chance to not feel powerless.#If she was a more virtuous type we might 'like' her more but honestly...I don't think she would have survived to this point.#WLJ has only known power hierarchies her whole life. Probably accused of seduction before she even understood what that meant.#I love contrasting her with mianmian because they have similar(ish) backgrounds but different approaches to moving forwards#But WLJ's story is about flying too close to the sun and mianmian's is about going too close to the water.#Like the sea mist dragging her down into complacency - all the sect powerplays are mandatory to 'go along with' if she wants to climb-#-the social ladder. Yet she is the cautionary tale (and a foil to JGY as well) she leaves before sacrificing her own morals.#Mianmian flies away with her wings only slightly plucked while those who sacrificed everything to reach for the top crash and burn.
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basketobread · 1 year ago
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Not a question but randomly stumbled onto your blog when I was looking at the bg3 tag and the save me white woman comic is going to be a permanent intrusive thought with shadowheart
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IM SO SORRY ANON FHSJSJSJSN i always play that phrase on a loop in my head when im playing bg3 with shadowheart and now i fear ive infected many other innocent people… please forgive me…
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soultiio · 7 months ago
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my god my god why have you forsaken me
wasn't I good to you?
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22bananapudding · 14 days ago
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we need to team up and beat him to death with hammers
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user-without-a-cool-acronym · 9 months ago
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Sensei Wu, flying in a spinjitzu tornado, while looking kinda depressed
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moonshynecybin · 1 month ago
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maybe its cuz im trying to write a fic but i keep thinking about how they communicate. like with the caveat of probable unreliable narrators yada yada yada... vale has marc getting either huffy and childishly petulant (mig interview) or straight up shutting down and going nonresponsive (2023 post all in interview) while vale is like. characterizing himself in BOTH as the a person with an active, confrontational role in the situation. like questioning marc about his intentions. i asked him what he was doing. the mean impression of their fight post-assen. while MARC is like well he had my number, he couldve called me before it happened! and he didnt! very much sort of like. well we had a relationship and a report that he ignored to unilaterally do this terrible thing to me. kind of an echo of each other, where they both blame each other for not being reasonable to talk it out. as if either of them would ever genuinely do that. idk to me. vale thinks marc is dismissive and callous to his feelings, and marc thinks vale destroyed their relationship in some sort of one-sided ego meltdown. and in some ways theyre both right !
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sykam0re · 9 months ago
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she is re-experiencing the horrors™️
pls excuse her for being a little salty hJSJSKSKSJ
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just-miru · 1 year ago
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ohohohohohohoho!!
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i'm going to something SO unspeakably VILE and HORIFIC rn,,,
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fisherrprince · 7 months ago
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squenix is like lalala little treat for the kh likers a little mobile game for funsies the kh fans will enjoy this little chocolate chip I’m giving them while they wait for kh4 it’s a small deal at best and everyone in the very small room that is khux enjoyers is foaming at the mouth ready to lord of the flies squenix headquarters about it and they have no idea
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lunar-years · 1 month ago
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I think it’s *ahem* interesting that the same portion of the fandom that understands how Ted’s poor mental health and under-addressed trauma negatively impact his life and worsen his decision making also tend to treat Dottie Lasso like she’s the devil incarnate who’s single-handedly destroyed her son and his wellbeing. There’s this group of fans who both acknowledge Ted’s mental health journey as an imperative part of his arc and journey (which it is!) and excuse a lot of his behavior, particularly when it comes to the ways in which his mental health at its worst inarguably lessens his ability to be a present and effective parent to his son. They actively encourage him NOT to return home to son because “he finally has the chance to prioritize himself and needs to take it” or whatever, then turn around and say Dottie’s an irredeemably horrible evil witch who spends her time manipulating Ted and toying with his feelings. Ignoring completely that she’s also a women with a heck of a lot of under addressed trauma who’s gone without the resources to help herself and presumably also carries the baggage of growing up under a “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” mentality. Which is not to say I don’t think a lot of Dottie does is net bad/harmful! It totally is! And Ted is 100% in the right for confronting her and calling her out for the ways in which her inability to discuss what happened to their family has longterm fucked with his head. I just also think Dottie is also in the right for calling out Ted and the net negative effect his absence is having on Henry.
The thing about that scene is that they are both simultaneously wrong and right! But what makes it an effective conversation is that hell, at least now they’re talking about it! And airing out their baggage (hopefully) jumpstarts a positive change for both of them to do better for one another and their wider family. Because yes, I do think the conversation with Dottie contributed to Ted’s decision to return home…but unlike others, I think that is a good thing! The end of Ted’s story on the show is that he’s gotten the help Dottie never did (either because she didn’t know those resources were available to her, or the stigma around mental health dissuaded her, or whatever) and he’s all the better for it! By showing up in London, I do think there’s evidence that Dottie is also trying. Like sure, yes, she’s often misguided and faulty in her efforts. But she and Ted are much more similar than they are different. Both do a ton of masking to hid their own problems. Both are two imperfect people who made decisions they *thought* were right for their children only to later realize they’d fallen short as parents. And I think by the end of Mom City it’s safe to say that both are people who want to recognize their failings as parents and rectify what they can.
So yeah Dottie Lasso they could never make me hate you. Or whatever.
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jakeranda · 6 months ago
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okay so, i decided to put on some of the older fhjy episodes while i was writing and i don’t think i’ve seen anyone talk about why sprak lefevre has a character portrait.
of the three club leaders introduced in party politics, moleman is the only one without a portrait. gertie has one and that makes sense, she’s one of fabian’s nemeses and kristen’s sorta girlfriend thing later in the season. but sprak lefevre?? he’s been in equal if not less scenes than moleman….. so why does he have a character portrait?
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basketobread · 9 months ago
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(haima belongs to @percexe !!!)
drew these a few nights ago i like them a normal amount 👍
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completeoveranalysis · 3 months ago
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[7]
How fun that Yuuko continues not to answer - because she doesn’t really need to, and maybe she can’t anyway, but he’s already figured it out and the knowing glance from here is like a free confirmation. 
Also OH that second page! They’re both steadily looking ahead at first - but then he mentions that it’s The Time. And she looks down! Yuuko has a brief flash of - sadness? - that her time is almost up. And then the final frame goes back to a dark background once again, and we see Haruka is looking down as well.
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And I have no idea what Yuuko did just there but it’s gorgeous and I support her. Is that a secret tool that will help us later? Is that a little message that she’s sending out, now that it’s almost That Time? Is it just a fun little butterfly to match the hopes that Haruka is sending out, since she isn’t communicating with words?
I don’t know but I love it. 
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