#rubs hands together like an evil fly

[marshyarts-28]

burning out 🪽🔥

[avcdgrdn]

── .✦ [ 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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[teamautismfortress2]

thank you sm for the overwhelming positivity on my last post, you guys sre too nice (*´˘`*) ♥︎

anyways, here's somre more spy art! did something different with this piece, i'm trying to not rely on my line art so much

(also spreading my evil transfem spy agenda)

(repost because the quality keeps getting downgraded to nothing, sorry if it looks bad (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

[lunarbun-ships]

my collection grows stronger

[eldrith]

Which of your moots are posting tonight?

And do you know what time youre posting the fic tomorrow? My dumb ass has work

my beautiful sweet love bug @earth4angels !!

& tbh im not sure,,, my dumb ass has work too so im thinking on my lunch hour which is 1pm MST🤍

[rancid-zinnia-onthepatio]

comments on ch 40:

"oh i hope ock comes to rescue us!!"

"oh i hope the sinister six rescue us!!"

they have no idea.

i have plans that i cannot share with you rn bc the haters will sabotage me.

[sniigura-archive]

hehehehehehooopphuheuueeee

[lasillyspace]

a WIP of the sillies, may or may not finish them but tis a fun idea

[mirazia1200]

Hehehehe… hehehehahahahahaha… HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHA

Ohhhh I am gonna have so much fun figuring this out… I’m gonna figure out who V’s crushing on and I’m going to tease the absolute solver out of them!!!

She’s refusing to talk about it so I’m just gonna have to pester her till she says who it is!!!

Luckily for me, I happen to be great at pestering her… hehehehehe AHAHHAHAHA

-Uzi

[sweetangelanon]

*RUNS AROUND IN A CIRCLE BARKING* ITS ALL IN MY HEAD IM REALLY GOING TO FUCKING DO THIS IM GING TO GO THROUGH ALL THESE SIMS AND GIVE THEM OUTFITS AND BACKSTORIES AND BACKGROUND AN AN AN IM DOING ALL FO THIS- fnaf save file for my au this is for noone else but me it'd be a bit hard to hand out the save t other ppl cuz of all the cc i use would be nuts trying to pick out all the cc i've used

Yall will get to see story stuff going on though ofc <3

[bb-drayster]

Also apparently that Juliana girl Kieran's been freaking out about since he got back from Kitakami is coming next month

oh? for the exchange something or other?

[lgcsaem]

☆ ⸝⸝ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , ft. @lgcbk.

things no longer seemed to be going the way saem thought they would, practice rooms noticeably colder compared to the palpable excitement that's been brewing within them over the last year. it's strange, saem feels strange, confused, if only a little— he'd been of the mind that nothing could stop him, them, debut preparations on the horizon. now, without the familiar presence of coaches and normal staff that'd helped facilitate their daily schedules, saem finds himself with no one but himself, a revolving playlist of their groups songs, and bk.

bk, too, is acting weird . . . weirder than normal in a way that feels wrong ( they've all been a bit off since the meeting with daehyun, but it's nothing they can't all get through ). so, saem forgets about the negativity and tries doing what he knows he does best— lift the mood. he means it as a joke, something to try and take whatever this edge was off, the olders movements having gotten noticeably clunky and hash the longer they'd worked through routines. "you sure you don't wanna take a little break hyung? you're slumping!" saems own exhaustion can be heard, but that does nothing to wipe the smile off his face.

[dj-yonds-fort]

🌈

A dream from their childhood

*the dream starts off foggy. He is.. a child, young. The scenery around him starts to take form of a school, he’s outside playing. Recess, probably.. he’s sitting alone, playing with a stick he found; until he overheard some commotion from nearby.

being curious, he’d waddle over to where he heard the commotion, to find a couple of blurred faces picking on another blurred face. The blurred face that they were picking on had red skin and white hair, horns too. He thought those looked really cool. He stood himself between the figures, waving the stick at them while he spoke.

‘ I think they’re really cool! You guys just can’t see it ,

was half of what he said, most unheard by the fact that he wasn’t thinking about these words, they would just come out of him. As the group of blurred faces walked away, he turned over to the other. He felt himself smile, and saw a hand be extended.

‘ I’m (static)! And I think your eyes are really cool, what’s your name, kid? ,

he didn’t hear the other child say their name, muffled by static; just as the name of the child eyes that he was watching this dream through.

he’d wake up a bit after

[draconicfool]

"A visitor-- do I deserve such a thing?" Shoi-Ming's voice is soft as he looks over at Preceptor Ghengis. Not arguing, never arguing. But he sits down at the table all the same. His hands folded in his lap as he bows his head. As if it's him who should be in reverence and never the other way around.

"It is um- it is as ever a- a pleasure to have you in my home. Please m-make yourself comfortable."

@reversescale || sc.

[breadhalfburnt]

getting absolutely beautiful ideas for my ocs

[mechahero]

Huh. He could've sworn he heard something.