Stalecheetoh - M

reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

sunday nights can be hard but just know that everything will turn out alright. this is gonna be your week. you’re gonna own it. you’ll get what you need done and something great is gonna happen. just u see. you got this.

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33

Peter places an envelope on Tony's desk.

Tony looks up confused, "huh? What's that for?"

"It's for you," he points awkwardly at the plain blue envelope, held closed with a Darth Vader sticker.

"It's not my birthday kid." He snaps the protective face shield back down as he picks up his soldering iron, sparks flying as he gets back to work.

"I know that I, uh. It's from, it's for. It's yours. I gotta go, see you later Mr. Stark!" Peter hikes his backpack up tighter as he skips out of the lab.

Tony grunts in acknowledgement without looking up, eyes focused on the searing metal in front of him.

* * *

"Tony? I thought you were gonna have dinner with me after Peter left," Pepper saunters down into the workspace in a flattering pair of jeans and baby blue blouse.

"I was. I am. He left like five minutes ago," Tony waves at her without taking his eyes from the computer he's typing on.

"Happy drove him home two hours ago. Come, have a nice sit down meal with me." Pepper wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing the top of his head.

"I can have a sit down meal. I'm sitting right now, bring the carbonara down here and it'll be a proper date," Tony replies.

"Yeah, you me and your computer. How romantic. Tony, come upstairs- what's this?"

Tony glances up to see her holding a blue envelope.

"Uh, it's the kids."

Pepper flips it around, "it says To Mr. Stark From Peter on the back."

Tony just shrugs and goes back to typing on his computer.

The delicate glue of the sticker is undone under Pepper's sharp nails as she opens up the envelope and pulls something from inside.

"It's illegal to open someone else's mail y'know," Tony teases.

"Tony this- god you are such an asshole!" Pepper smacks Tony on the back of the head with the envelope.

"Ow! What the- what did I do now! I was just joking about the carbonara thing... mostly."

Tony finally meets Pepper's eyes of scorn. She tosses something in front of him with a huff.

"Tony, he even used a Darth Vader sticker. Do you know how adorably geeky and topical that is? You have got to start paying more attention to the living breathing people in front of you instead of your machines. Dinner is ready, please come upstairs."

Tony watches her leave as the clack of her heels fade away with every step. He's not sure what Darth Vader has to do with missing dinner, but he's quick to get up and start to follow.

He pauses before he makes it out the door, turning to finish the last line of code before he forgets the function. He pushes something off of his keyboard to type and press save.

Tony can't remember the last time he looked up from his work long enough to consume solid food. He's so ready to carb-load with some Italian food, turning away from the computer and blue envelope.

Tony's eyebrows furrow. Hm. Darth Vader sticker.

Tony turns back around and picks up the envelope from beside his keyboard.

This must be what the kid was yapping about earlier. Tony sticks his hand inside and finds a card, pulling it out.

"Father's Day it is," the front says in bold lettering with a picture of Yoda crudely hand-drawn with a sharpie and green highlighter. Tony flips it open, "celebrate you we must" is written in the middle of the page.

Below is a message in smaller writing; "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark, we wouldn't be here without you!" with a blob of sharpie that looks suspiciously like it's scribbled out a small heart, then signed "From Peter, Dum-E and U" each name written in their own unique handwriting.

"Friday, what day is it?"

"It is Sunday June 16th, also celebrated as Father's Day in countries such as the United States, Canada, and the UK."

Hm.

Tony stands there and stares at the card for longer than he'd ever admit before looking up at Dum-E.

"You help with this?" he asks, pointing at the card.

Dum-E chirps happily, twirling his claw around.

"Your hand writing's terrible."

* * *

Peter enters the lab slowly, an unsureness to him that's out of character.

It's Wednesday, his usual day for coming over to Tony's workshop. He hasn't heard anything from Tony since Sunday, not that he usually does. Still, the quietness has unnerved him. He's not sure what he was even expecting from his mentor; silence is probably the nicest response he could hope for after embarrassing himself like that.

"Hi Mr. Stark," he greets once he spots the older man sitting next to a complicated tangle of wires.

"Hey kid, can you go to the computer and run the command I have open for me?"

"Sure thing!" Peter says as he dumps his backpack onto the floor and jogs over.

The two get into an easy rhythm and Peter's practically forgotten why he was nervous in the first place when, "hey grab us some sodas will you," Mr. Stark asks him.

Peter walks up to the fridge in the corner of the room when he notices something new.

In the center of the silver metal lies a single piece of paper, stuck to the refrigerator with a plain magnet seemingly scrapped from some old hardware in the lab.

Tony has his Father's Day card displayed like some dorky parent whose kid got a half-decent report card, showcased on a fridge like a toddler's finger painted masterpiece.

It makes Peter so happy he can't wipe the stupid grin off his face the entire time he's grabbing sodas and delivering one to Tony.

The older hums a thanks without looking away from his project, but as Peter turns away Tony's own face contorts into a pleased smile all of his own.

The two share identical smiles all afternoon, hidden behind soda cans and computer screens.

a collection of a fifty+ part storyline aiming to give Loki the happy ending that he deserved.

— PAIRING: Loki x fem!reader

— WARNINGS: drabbles have their various warnings. everything from suggestive quips to heart wrenching angst, with a majority of ridiculously fluffy goodness.

— NOTES: i write everything out of order! what started as drabbles started connecting and became this. i do not own any rights to Loki or the MCU, nor receive any profit from these works. this is just writing for my own educational, nonprofit purposes!

this story is incomplete. i have a million drafts and requests in the works that will be filling in many of the gaps in this storyline as well as continuing it. thank you so very much for your support, comments and feedback truly, truly keep me going! happy reading!

it’s complicated

~~ shawarma

~~ nipnops

~~ is that—is that stubble??

~~ enemies to fake lovers

~~ don’t you dare

~~ coworkers

~~ loki just wants his snickers

~~ put on a smile, pork chop

~~ there was only one chair

~~ spilt coffee

~~ lunch break

~~ don’t touch me

~~ mind games

~~ softer sides

~~ people like you?

~~ that’s my boyfriend

~~ …progress?

~~ let me bleed

~~ haircuts and interrogations

** more coming soon between these**

~~ what is this?

~~ a drunken confession (possible placeholder)

** more coming soon between these**

~~ i want you (au)

in a relationship

~~ first-ish date

~~ favourite hoodie

~~ celebrity crush

~~ loki’s library

~~ thor.

~~ sunflowers

~~ loki’s sense of humor

~~ thankful for you

~~ november first

~~ attempt number one

~~ evil nose

~~ i’m going to marry you

~~ the proposal—wait no, jk

~~ dance lessons

~~ ormstunga

~~ a proposal

married

~~ not-so-royal wedding

~~ the morning after

~~ i licked it, so it’s mine

~~ second time’s the charm

~~ true form

~~ nicknames and braids

~~ quarantine

~~ definition of perfection

~~ getting ready

~~ valentine’s day

~~ an office visit

~~ disgusting domesticity

~~ love is pain (au)

~~ nipples.

~~ home late

~~ gingerbread messes

~~ i miss you, you know.

~~ easy like a sunday morning

~~ jealous kisses

~~ i’m in pain. period.

~~ safety dance

~~ do you want to have a baby?

we’re expecting

~~ i’m pregnant…

~~ appreciation

~~ you’re not driving.

~~ elliot?

~~ loki’s sleepy :’)

~~ nursery painting, ‘nuff said

proud father of a dumbass kid

~~ unexpected

~~ elliot.

~~ dusted (au)

~~ baby fever

~~ first time in asgard

~~ baby’s first christmas

~~ ah-loo!

~~ kings don’t change diapers

~~ dentist trip

~~ tessi the tesseract

~~ syrupy slip-up

~~ foot massage

~~ true loves kiss…blegh.

~~ hide n seek

~~ the mini-asgardians

~~ you’re not dying.

~~ you lost your kid?

~~ i saw mommy kissing santa claus

~~ tired + horny parents

~~ disneyland

~~ little monster

~~ lonely

we’re expecting more

~~ don’t tell dad.

~~ the Question

~~ like real people do

~~ microwave baby

~~ simple-thee pains

~~ peppermint and tears

proud father of two dumbass kids

~~ frigg.

~~ mortality

~~ frigg’s favourite

~~ bappy hirthday, momma

~~ frigg made me do it

~~ bad timing

~~ pantless prince

~~ blue

~~ a good friend

~~ morgan potts-stark

~~ so there’s this girl.

~~ a study in hands

~~ frostbite prevention

greater expectations

~~ ew, Elliot, that’s gross

~~ ew, Elliot, that’s still gross

~~ the twins!! (au)

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you’re all incredible and every ounce of support you give is just more fuel to this writing fire, which means more content for you!!

My bestie after showing her the draft for my bakugo drabble:

Me:

I’ve been in absolute tears cry laughing at this for the past 15 minutes.

is no one going to talk about how every haikyuu character got the perfect profession that is the best suited to them in the timeskip? i mean yeah those who chose the professional volleyball career, ofc you could see mad dedication in their eyes but,

you could literally imagine kuroo being a departmental head before timeskip with that intelligent yet cocky personality, sugawara being a teacher the way he looked after every teammate and gave them support, daichi being a cop because he always provided a sense of security to his teammates and stood by them, nishinoya became a traveler because in he has that explorer personality, iwaizumi being an athletic trainer trainer because he was always focused on the physique of a player, tendou became a chocolatier with all that sweet mockery personality, lev becoming a model with that height and pretty face, kenma being a gaming youtuber because he was chronically online, akaashi being a manga editor the eay he used to have inner monologues about bokuto, terushima became a hairstylist and are we surprised? kita became a farmer with the patience and diligence he had, osamu owns a onigiri shop because tsumu used to steal his food so he said "fuck i'll just open a restaurant and the ban him from it."