#GW 12 days of Christmas

[pvrply-bruises]

2024 Vision and Goals 🍀🌱

After a few harsh and challenging months, I have come back with plenty of motivation to lose weight and keep it down.

To congratulate myself, I'd like to point out I moved out of my parents' home, I quit a toxic job and landed a new, slightly better paid job, I am trying really hard to make my current relationship work and I have worked on changing my own damaging behaviors, I had a tough financial month and I have reset my personal budget as well as my spending habits and strategies.

Without further ado, here are the plans/stats/ideas to successfully lose some weight.

Note 1: I do not know my actual SW. Last time I weighed in, I was at 59 kg, but I definitely gained these past few months.

SW: *educated guess* 64 kg.

GW: 54 kg.

UGW: 50 kg *just enough to donate blood*.

Due date: End of 2024 (12/31/24).

Checkpoints:

05/12/24 (partner's birthday celebration)

05/26/24 (may's pay date)

06/23/24 (last week of final term at work)

07/07/24 (few days after dad's birthday)

07/28/24 (end of work break)

08/18/24 (long weekend)

09/22/24 (love and friendship day)

10/06/24 (after birthday check)

10/27/24 (before Halloween, yay!)

11/17/24 (nothing special)

12/08/24 (after candle night)

12/22/24 (almost Christmas!)

12/31/24 (end of year, NYE)

Strategies: under 4 axes of action (nutrition, ⭐vation, movement, finances).

🍓Nutrition: as a grown up, I need to function. In order to function while doing this, I need to ingest proper nutrients to keep my body as balanced as possible.

Eat meals (lunch or dinner) with the following arrangements: 1/2 a plate is salad, 1/4 is protein and 1/4 is carbs.

I will allow dessert, if available, 2X/week (weekday and weekend).

No juice, only water.

Snacks will consist of fruits, greek yogurt, fruit purée, a few dried nuts, low cal gelatin, ripened cheese, ham, eggs, etc.

No added sugar.

No alcohol unless beer (with partner) or wine. For special occasions only.

No vaping/smoking *this will be a tough one.

No chips, cakes, chocolate, fried food, candy or ultra processed snacks.

Counting approximate calories and have a limit of 1,300 cals daily. High restriction is easier to maintain long term. Also, I don't actually know the calories in my lunch because I don't cook it.

Use MFP for the previous point.

⭐vation: as an old timer in EDblr, I objectively know that food and exercise are the way, but my sick brain insists on this method. And the method works (at least for a while).

Fasting, daily, for 18 hours at least. From 6:30 PM until 12:30 PM.

OMAD 2X/week. Preferably lunch, but dinner if required.

Always skip breakfast. It's the easier to skip due to my routine.

Fasting less during the weekend if a social function requires it.

If working out harder than usual, EAT to avoid passing out.

Drink green tea, black tea, unsweetened herbal tea, coffee (stick to 2–3 cups daily). Drink as many beverages as you'd like, without sugar, of course.

Brush teeth 4 times a day: before work, during break, after lunch and before sleeping.

🤸‍♀️Movement: my 25-year-old body feels as if I am 47. I need further movement, not only to lose weight, but to feel ALIVE.

Walk 8k steps daily. How? Take the bus, walk a lot during my day, get off at a further bus stop and walk home; after work, go out and walk around the neighborhood to complete steps.

On July, either join the gym or take up dancing lessons. If schedule allows, continue this from July until December and then into 2025.

Sunday every 2 weeks, go to a hike at Monserrate. Time going up and down, track improvement. Do it alone, with my partner, with friends, raining, sunny, windy. Starting on 05/04/24.

If working out harder than usual, EAT to avoid passing out.

Buy a yoga mat. Use it to stretch.

Note 2: a side goal for this year is to reach my front and pancake splits.

💡Finances: as a human with dreams, hopes and aspirations, I need money. I make enough to live well, but hardly enough to save for later in life. Food expenditure needs a cut for me to grow my wealth.

After calculations, I spend about 20% of my monthly pay in groceries. However, this is if I EAT A LOT for dinner and buy inefficient food (nutrition wise). However, implementing all previous measurements, means I no longer need to spend that much on food. I will stick to a budget of 5.65% of my monthly pay.

Buy consciously, buy nutritious food. Stick to the general idea of: red meat, chicken breast/thighs, yucca arepas, cheese, fruit purée, chicken ham, tomatoes, green fruit (apple or pear), popcorn, rice, instant noodles, cucumber, red bell pepper, greek yogurt, blueberries, wok veggies.

Do NOT order take out, ever. Even worse if you have groceries at home.

Uninstall all delivery apps.

Only eat out twice a month IF BUDGET allows. If not, do NOT hesitate to tell people, 'it's not within my budget'.

Do NOT spend money at work. You have 'free lunch', you have a small allowance, and all they sell is crappy chips. Do NOT waste your money on vending machines or greasy cafeteria food *this is an easier one.

Do NOT buy clothes until you are able to maintain a certain low weight.

Rewards system:

Besides dropping pounds, it's encouraging to have a few prizes waiting to be claimed if the effort makes a noticeable mark in my body and mind.

63 kg: a pat on the back.

62 kg: finding the time and painting a small watercolor piece.

61 kg: going to a museum for free.

60 kg: going to a planetarium light show.

59 kg: do a fun, colorful make up for a Sunday photoshoot.

58 kg: measure my waist, legs, hips and arms.

57 kg: go to the botanic garden.

56 kg: go to an amusement park to have fun.

55 kg: go to a curly hair care salon to find out how to properly care for my locks.

54 kg: get another ear-piercing.

53 kg: buy a cheap but cute ring.

52 kg: going to the cinemateca for a foreign film showing.

51 kg: donate blood.

50 kg: buy enough clothes and shoes, for work and personal activities.

Tracking: I will post the following stats daily or as needed.

Daily cals consumed.

Steps walked.

Money spent on food.

Lts of water consumed.

Did I smoke/vape?

Did I drink?

Cups of coffee.

Hours fasted.

Weigh in.

I love myself. I loathe myself. I do this to find balance between my mind and my external world. I believe if I cultivate this type of discipline, I can conquer all other goals I have set for myself. I do this for me and me ONLY.

Love, me.

[tj-dragonblade]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @valeriianz, @acedragontype, @hardly-an-escape - thank you! 💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 124

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 374,456

3. What fandoms do you write for? I tend to be a one-fandom-at-a-time writer, so currently that's Sandman. Once in awhile I may dip back to previous fandoms so those would be MCU, Naruto, Saiyuki, and Gundam Wing.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? *Overall (they're all from my Naruto days): Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time) at 3672; 11 years old Past the Limits at 1225; 12 years old Affirmation at 997; 12.5 years old Worth It at 976; 15 years old Vigil at 821; 11 years old *Current fandom tops, just for fun: Use Your Words at 398; posted last Christmas Insatiable at 357; posted in May Fluffbruary Fills at 351; posted throughout February In the Morning Light at 295; posted in April Built For You at 275; posted in April

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yeah! Seems only polite, and once in awhile conversations can start that way! Pretty sure there are some old comments scattered across some older fics that I missed in the recent years I wasn't really doing fandom, and it seems a little weird to answer them years later, but generally yes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Going aaaallllll the way back to Gundam Wing, I did a songfic where I implied a breakup until the final-line reveal that the character had *gasp* actually died. There may be a couple other angst-based pieces in my catalog, but that I think is the Most(tm).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uh. Hmm. A difficult question, when most of my stuff doesn't have plot arcs and most of it is generally happy. Let's go with…the Thessaly Breakup Fic, since there was a plot-like progression of events that were based in angsty pining and culminated in the happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never have, would like to keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh no, ✨~never~✨. Which is to say yes, I absolutely write smut; I am currently writing more smut than not. Not sure what's meant by 'kind'; the kind I like to read? Hopefully the kind that makes you want a metaphorical cigarette after? I don't usually dip into a lot of the standard things that come to mind when someone says 'kink', but neither would I describe it as 'vanilla' - not the bulk of it, at least.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have two crossovers and one fusion; I guess the Saiyuki crossover where Hakkai acquires Jiipu from Count D's pet shop would be 'craziest'? It's a bit cracky in tone and has a complete disregard for the fourth wall.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I don't recall which ones but I've had (and granted) requests for permission to translate into Chinese and into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yeah, a friend and I co-wrote a couple back in GW and it was...fun? Not the sort of thing I'd write on my own, and definitely not now. Co-writing again...idk. Would have to be the right timing, right idea, right personality mesh etc.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? ...yeah, that's not a thing I can answer. Whichever I'm fixated on is inevitably my favorite at the time but once the fixation fades, I still have the love for each of them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh my god there are so many. Things in Sandman fandom are all still in the 'will-happen' slot of my brain with a 50/50 chance of actually finishing in reality. Going back to previous fandoms? There's the Thor/Bruce fairytale that I want to finish really badly, and the longer fic half-written where I was dipping into ace exploration that still nudges at my brain now and then. Lost all motivation for MCU fandom really fast and these two I think suffered most for that. They deserve to be finished but probably never will. In Naruto, I made the mistake of publishing two chapters of Closure when it wasn't all finished and the rest of it's half-written, but I was never that into the threesome involved and I've only gotten less so as the years have gone on. It's been 10 years since I posted the first chapter and nine since the second, and I still feel bad about it, but. Maybe I update with an explanatory note and just dump the half-written bits with synopsis so that the folks who subscribed and still care can at least see what I intended to do with it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I take great pride in my smut, and I like to think I'm good at it. Painting pictures with my words? Maybe character voice, in certain cases.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Stories with plot and progression and chapters and such. Follow-through to finish pieces that don't get done in the initial burst of focus.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Something I've largely steered clear of after my first fandom. If I had a need for it at some point, I would want to consult a native speaker to ensure correct translation and I would include the translation in footnotes etc.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing. If we don't count the 'DS9 novel idea' that I recall making notes on in my journal at the time, or any of the Mary Sue thoughts I would also journal about. None of that was ever 'actual writing' nor did I have anywhere I would have shared it in '96.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Again. How'm I supposed to pick? Ugh. Let's see, fandom by fandom. Gundam Wing was so long ago I just, ergh. Possibly I could be convinced to re-read Bah Humbug without cringing too badly. From Saiyuki, maybe…When the Chips Are Down. Comedy gen-fic based on a tidbit of fandom lore is not something I manage terribly often but I am quite pleased with this one; Jiipu's pov always delights me and I'm proud of all the voice work here also. Naruto…maybe Seized? Sai POV is one of my strengths and I think it came through really well in that one. MCU…Carpe Diem, I'm very pleased with character voices in that one. Sandman…everything's less than a year old I can't pick. But I can say that I wish the Drunken Confessions Fluffbruary fic had gotten more attention. As well as the Thessaly Breakup fic. Actually what I wish is that I'd posted them all separately in a series instead of as chapters of a single fic where they all just kind of get lost in the shuffle, I buried some gems.

Tagging, no obligation, tag me into existing posts as needed: @staroftheendless, @chaosheadspace, @academicblorbo, @rainbowvamp, @landwriter, @delta-pavonis

[valiantwombatpanda]

12-22-22

88 pounds this morning! I broke my 3 day fast last night. I could have continued, but I decided that since I'll be traveling tomorrow, I can restart my fast this morning and continue it until 12-24-22 evening. I'll be around my family, so I MAY or may not be able to get away with not having lunch. More than likely, I will just due to the holiday chaos, and no one in my family cares about breakfast. Dinner, I'm not sure about, but I'm sure I can get away with something small if I cook for everyone. I could even make the same thing as everyone else, just control the portion size and the ingredients in mine to make it seem like I am eating the same exact thing.

I'm sure by 12-24, I'll weigh in at 87 or maybe even 86. I still don't think I'll reach my UGW of 85 by Christmas, but I know by New Years I will for sure! I can't believe I honestly get to say that I'll be starting off my year at my Ultimate GW!!!

My biggest concern is not having a scale over the holiday, but hopefully I'll be in for a pleasant surprise when I get back, and having to eat at least dinner won't stump my progress.

[bluesundaymorn]

Hello kitty diet days 4-5 (11-12/12/22)

Haven’t done great for the past week. Maintained weight which is better than gaining i guess but it also means i now have less than two weeks to lose 13lbs if i wanna be at my next gw by christmas lolll

[tlaquetzqui]

Used to work for GW as a store assistant. There was a story that went around about an incident that occurred. 2 younger customers (about 12) were playing a game with thier new models they had gotten over Christmas. Just as they were putting the last few models on the table the ceiling collapsed and a partially decayed body fell on to the board and models. Supposedly a homeless man had crawled into the air system in the ceiling earlier on in winter to escape the cold and died. He'd been there a few weeks and the store just thought the smell was just the customers and the door being closed a few days over winter holidays. —user beaches511 on r/Warhammer40K (emphasis mine)

I actually found the original (I had seen it quoted in YouTube videos, before).

[sapphirelords]

Glacial Wars

Glacial Wars, more commonly referred to in game as GW, is a game mode in Mobile Royale which serves as a simulated form of another war event, Fort Wars.

Here, guilds get to battle each other without any long lasting damage to troops and any loss of resources.

Players remain in the Glacial Island for 2 hours and 55 minutes. Also, both the time slot, and who the opposing guild will be— are randomly selected by the game.

This makes the whole game experience more equal across the board regardless of a player's time zone. This means that either the guilds will experience an intense MMORTS battle when both guilds are active in the given time slot, or— only only one guild shows up resulting in a very boring gameplay harvest game of sorts instead (but this will definitely result in the guild earning more points and Glacial Coins sooooo)

Again, it depends! One guild might get lucky today, but not the next time... you just never know!

Also, there are 5 forts— Glacial Fort, Glacial Hospital, Glacial War Room, Eclipsa Port, Victor's Barracks— and 4 Mystic Sanctums (Lockdown, Firerain, Ambush, Disrupt, Mob) that guilds can fight over about, apart from the Crystal which you can harvest from! Each building fort/sanctum has its own particular military boost that applies to the whole guild once the guild secures it.

* Pictured above is the Glacial War Room (L) and the Glacial Hospital (R)

Rewards-wise, both winning and losing GW guarantees a sufficient earning of Glacial Coins which players can use for exchange in the Glacial Shop where rare items such as Specialist Badges available, players can also continue working on unlocking the hero Mizrug, his hero skin Island Warrior, and both 14-day, and a permanent version of the castle skin, The Arctic.

* Pictured above is Mizrug (L) and Island Warrior (R) with the Glacial Fort acting as backdrop; The Glacial Fort serves as the model for the castle skin, The Arctic.

2020-05-30 Still familiarizing... 2020-06-23 We might have lost... but I ranked third in the guild? 2020-08-01 My first sanctum... and it's Lockdown Sanctum! 2020-08-26 Getting a hang of this game! 2020-10-21 My first fort... Eclipsa! 2020-11-20 A learning experience

2021-01-16 An easy win! 2021-02-08 No battle info (Plentiful Treasures) 2021-04-13 My name is on the list! 2021-05-12 The grind 2021-05-20 Trying to be more on the offensive this time... 2021-07-27 Harvest Queen 2021-11-05 Glacial War Room 2021-12-18 No battle info (Christmas City)

* Pictured above is the Glacial Fort (L) and a Mystic Sanctum (R)

2022-01-27 No battle info (Pirate Haven) 2022-05-24 Horror-ween Night and the Disrupt Sanctum 2022-06-02 Totem Tribe and the Mob Sanctum 2022-06-24 When luck is on your side 2022-09-15 When you're all glammed up but nobody came 2022-10-06 No battle info (Tengu Castle) 2022-12-07 No battle info (Infernal Realm)

* Of victory and defeat!

2023-03-23 No battle info (Steampunk Automation) 2023-04-13 The grind and the Fireworks Factory 2023-06-14 No battle info (Futuristic Megapolis) 2023-10-19 Eclipsa and the Blade Sanctum 2023-11-08 Glacial Wars, indeed 2023-12-21 Victor's Barracks and The Arctic 2024-04-04 We lost but at least I got to have titles for a bit?

PS. I only use castle skins during GW. And while I do not always blog about the last GW, I always blog about the castle skin I used. Therefore, not being mentioned above— meaning there were no castle skin pictures during GW itself— does not necessarily mean I did not participate in the GW! For completeness, here is the castle skin master list.

PPS. Go back to the main Mobile Royale post here.

[gingerwritess]

Broken Beds

Summary: (Loki x reader) You and your husband kinda sorta accidentally broke your bed one crazy night. You leave it up to Loki to tell Tony the problem and get a new bed, but his version of what happened doesn’t quite match yours.

Warnings: buckets of fluff and a schiza-ton of implied smut eheh my favorite

A/N: Day 1 of the 12 days of Christmas! Oh this one was so fun. Fluffy Loki = happy me. Also this post is apparently not showing up in the tags or searches?? I’m so upset, I worked so so hard on this and it took me forever to get it done and I’m so proud of it :(

Your comments make me inexplicably happy!

Head over to @picassho-18 for tomorrow’s 12 days post!! Hope you all enjoy!

“You tell Tony.”

“Oh, hell no. He’s never going to let us live this down.” You shook your head profusely, crossing your arms.

Loki sighed. “I can’t explain this, I have a reputation to uphold.”

The bed was ruined. The mattress had snapped in the middle, bending in a most unnatural way, and one of the feet holding the bed up had splintered, making the whole bed tilt to one side.

“That was such a bad idea,” you groaned, running a hand tiredly over your face.

Loki chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to turn you to face him. “I must admit though, it was such fun. I regret nothing.”

You couldn’t help but smile, then gave him your best, most irresistible pout. “Yeah, but now we have to explain this to Tony…”

With an exasperated sigh, Loki gave in. “Fine. I’ll tell him.”

————————————————————

Uh oh. Tony was storming down the stairs heading straight toward you as you stood in the kitchen. Loki trailed in behind him, giving you a guilty smile.

That’s never a good sign.

“You broke the fucking bed?!” The utter astonishment in Tony’s voice brought a cringe to your face.

“Yeah… about that,” you began, holding up your hands in surrender. Tony cut you off with a hysterical cackle of laughter, looking back and forth between you and Loki.

“How… how?” He roared, clutching his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. “How hard do you have to be fucking to break the bed?! I mean,” he panted, “I thought I was crazy in bed. This, this is other-worldly.”

“Wait, what? What are you…” you started to say, but after a glance at Loki’s growing devious grin, everything clicked.

Oh, he did NOT. That liar.

“Hmm, yes, certainly out of this world.” You threw Loki a death glare, deciding to just play into Tony’s idea of what happened. “What else do you expect from an Asgardian?”

Loki winked at you, pecking your lips as he walked past. “Technically a frost giant, darling. Don’t forget.”

Tony was practically crying with laughter now, leaning on the counter for support.

“How could I forget?” You groaned, throwing the towel you were holding on the counter. “So will you get us another bed or not?”

Wiping his eyes, Tony nodded. “Fine, fine, I will. If I don’t, you’d just end up breaking through the floor too! I gotta go tell Strange, he’s gonna die when he hears this...” Still laughing, he finally left you in the kitchen, your blood positively boiling and eyes shooting daggers.

Taking a deep breath and counting down from ten to calm your temper, you stormed out of the kitchen to find Loki.

The little shithead was skimming the bookshelves in the library, purposely not turning around to greet you as you stomped in. You grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face you, smacking his chest playfully.

“That’s not what happened, you nasty prick! I have a reputation to uphold too, you know. And you telling the rest of the team that I am your absolutely sex-crazed, insane plaything is not helping.”

Just to further get on your nerves, he grinned down at you. “Oh, you’re not that? Then please, tell me what you are.”

“Your wife?? Who just so happens to know that that is not AT ALL what happened last night, oh mighty king,” you said sarcastically, faking a dramatic bow.

Loki scowled at your mocking, grabbing a book off the shelf and striding past you. “Careful, darling. If I remember correctly, I was the one who won last night, was I not?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms firmly with a set jaw. “You cheated. So your ‘victory’ doesn’t mean shit to me.”

“Oh please. You’re just a sore loser,” he chuckled, and with that, he strode past you, using the book in his hand to smack your ass on the way out.

(The night before…)

You laid on the bed on your stomach, legs dangling off the edge, typing furiously on a laptop. In walked your husband, clearing his throat to alert you of his presence. You hummed a greeting, too engrossed in your writing to do anything more.

Loki stopped as he was walking past the bed to kiss the top of your head and waited for you to acknowledge him, but… you just kept typing. “That’s it? No kiss?” He asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Uh-uh. Later,” you grunted, eyes not leaving your screen. He sighed and trudged away, and in a few seconds you heard the shower start from your bathroom.

You kept typing. Ideas were actually flowing for your story, so you couldn’t stop now. Minutes later, Loki walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a loose pair of sweats resting low on his hips, wet hair tousled and dripping down his back. That got you to look up from your computer - you couldn’t help it. He looked delectable, you couldn’t deny.

“You didn’t join me,” he quipped. “Can’t say I’m not disappointed.”

“Sorry babe, I’m on a roll right now. Just let me finish this, couple more minutes.”

——————

“It’s been seven minutes, Y/N. A couple is two.” Loki flopped down on the bed beside you, shaking the whole bed. Gritting your teeth, you leaned closer to the screen. “Almost… done…”

“I haven’t even gotten a proper ‘hello’ from you yet,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Wow. This side of Loki always made you laugh, knowing you were the only one who gets to see him desperate for attention and pouting if he doesn’t get it.

His hand started wandering up and down your back, sliding under your thin shirt to lightly brush your (unfortunately) extremely ticklish sides. Trying to stifle your laughter, you flinched away from his hands which only encouraged him to continue.

“Close the computer,” he murmured in your ear, tickling you even harder as he watched you struggle.

“No! S-stop it,” you laughed, squirming under his touch. That only egged him on, and soon you couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard. You slammed your laptop shut, reached behind you to grab a pillow, then swung it down hard on Loki’s head.

Bad idea.

Loki froze as soon as the pillow hit him, his dangerously flashing eyes slowly coming up to meet yours. “Look who’s finally paying attention,” he taunted, reaching for his own pillow.

“Heh, sorry… pillow fight?” You gulped under his unwavering, threatening gaze.

“Prepare for war, darling.” His ever-widening grin worried you. Then he smacked you across the face with his pillow.

Absolute chaos ensued, your shrieks of laughter filling the room as you pummelled each other with pillows. You were quite the experienced pillow fighter since you’d been having pillow fights since childhood, but Loki caught on quick enough. He kept throwing them at you while you tried to swing yours at him, forcing you to stay in one place and just block his assaults. Sick of his ceaseless attacking, you lunged forward, knocking him backward and landing on top of him.

You both paused for a moment, your hands on his bare chest, breathless and panting as you momentarily got lost in each other’s eyes.

WHAM!

A pillow connected with the side of your head. Loki let out an evil snicker, then rolled you over in hopes of gaining the upper hand. Unfortunately, there was no mattress left for you to roll onto, and you landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” Loki scrambled off the bed, relieved to see you laughing hysterically on the floor.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” you giggled breathlessly, grabbing Loki’s extended hand to help you back up. He pulled you to your feet, then to your surprise, pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “What was that for?” you asked as he pulled away.

He smiled, casting his eyes downwards. “I don’t deserve this. Your joy in the smallest moments. I… I’m a miserable wretch. I’m not worthy of calling you mine.”

Mouth gaping, you stared at him in shock as his words processed. Then you quickly picked up a fallen pillow from the floor and started hitting him repeatedly with it. “What. The. Hell-” you enunciated each word with a whack of the pillow. “Are. You. Saying?”

Loki threw his hands up in defense, chuckling at your attacks. “I’m serious!”

“So am I!! Ugh, you’re too tall,” you huffed, climbing up to stand on the bed so you wouldn’t have to look up at him, instead making him look up to you. “You are not a miserable wretch, and you deserve every happiness in the universe.” You shook the pillow threateningly in his face. “Don’t you ever say something like that again.”

He looked up at you standing on the bed, a lazy half-smile resting on his lips. “I love you, Y/N. I truly do.”

“I love you too, you blithering idiot.” You leaned down and kissed him gently.

“You shouldn’t be standing on the bed,” he hummed, craning his neck to meet your gaze as you pulled away. “You’re enjoying the power over me just a little too much.”

With a laugh, you defiantly bounced a little on the mattress. “Would you prefer me on my knees, my king?”

“Yes. Yes, I absolutely would.”

He reached out to grab your leg, but you jumped away from his grasp. “Good luck getting me there.”

Loki growled, swiftly climbing up to stand on the mattress with you, ready to pounce. The bed creaked under your combined weight, but you ignored it and jumped away from Loki’s playfully threatening hands with a yelp.

He attempted to catch you, reaching for your arms and waist but only losing his balance as he took wobbly steps towards you. His instability on the uneven mattress brought a laugh to your lips, and you couldn’t help but jump on the springy bed as you dodged Loki’s unbalanced advances.

“Stop… moving! This is impossible.” With gritted teeth, he finally gave up trying to move around on the unstable mattress and just stood still on the bed.

“I thought gods might have better balance than that,” you chided playfully, bouncing closer to him and causing his arms to flail again as the bed shook under his feet. “Try jumping! Just bounce a little bit, it’s fun.”

Loki positively gaped at the suggestion.

“Gods do not bounce. You can't possibly expect me to-to jump on the bed.”

“Just try it. It won’t kill you.” You jumped right up in front of him, running your hands over his bare stomach to tease the waistband of his pants before grabbing his hands. “Come on!”

You started jumping up and down, letting the springs of the mattress shoot you into the air while you held Loki’s hands to urge him to join you. “Just like when I was a kid,” you giggled. A light smile played across Loki’s face as he watched you jump, looking at your childlike joy with pure adoration. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, unable to resist, then cautiously started jumping along with you.

You let out an excited squeal. “You’re doing it! See, it’s fun!”

“This is not fun.” Bounce.

“Yes it is. You’re smiling.”

“No I’m not.” Bounce.

“What do you call that face, then?”

“This is my ‘I’m going to brutally murder the next being that moves’ face.” Bounce.

You rolled your eyes and started jumping even higher, trying to reach his height. “Well, it’s adorable.”

“This is humiliating. This is worse than get help.”

“Mmhmm. And who are you trying to impress?” You grabbed a pillow off the bed and swung it at him.

He scowled and jumped out of your reach, crossing his arms and still bouncing lightly on the mattress. “You, you pathetic mortal. Always you.”

“Well then. Impress me. ” You grinned and looked around, an idea forming. “You know… I bet you can’t jump high enough to reach the ceiling.”

The ceiling wasn’t that high, and you knew Loki couldn’t say no to a challenge, especially one coming from you. Sure enough, Loki scoffed at your words. “Do you truly think so little of me?”

You shrugged. “I could do it.”

“Go on then, if you’re so sure.”

You squatted and jumped as hard as you could, the bed creaking under your weight as you jumped into the air but fell right back down without reaching the ceiling. Loki burst out laughing at your attempt and you playfully shoved him away. “Stop it! You can’t do it either!”

“Watch and learn, darling.”

He bounced a few times to gain momentum, his hair whipping messily around his face, then jumped with so much force it knocked you back onto the mattress. He swung wildly at the air, almost touching the ceiling, but still wasn’t high enough.

“HAH!” you shouted, scrambling to your feet. “I knew you couldn’t!!”

He had landed on his back but jumped right back up to try again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He jumped again and again and again, until he full-on jumping on the bed… just as he had sworn he would never do.

There was no way you couldn’t smile at the sight. The youthful glimmer in his eye, the faint grin on his face, hair flying madly in the air as he bounced on the bed reaching for the ceiling. You stopped moving and just watched him for a second, your heart completely full.

“Oh, come on!” he huffed to himself when he missed the ceiling for probably the hundredth time. Out of breath, he paused and looked back at you, chest heaving. “What are you staring at?”

“You.” You grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him down to kiss his nose. “You’re adorable. And I love you.”

“Disgusting.” He grimaced and squirmed out of your grip, but there was no mistaking the tint of pink in his cheeks from your words. “I’m not going to bed until I’ve proved you wrong, you know.”

“Looks like we’ve got a long night ahead of us,” you grinned and plopped down criss-cross on the bed to watch him try.

He frowned down at you, pausing to blow away a strand of hair that wouldn’t stop falling in his face, then got ready to jump yet again. Face set with determination, he took a deep breath and jumped… but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a spark of green light around his fingers.

Ohhhh no he didn’t.

He shot straight up in the air, smacking his hand proudly on the ceiling while you started shouting. “NOT FAIR! No magic allowed!!”

Using his abilities to keep himself airborne a moment longer, the biggest smirk grew over his face. “Impressed yet?” He taunted.

“Not in the slightest, cheater. Get down here so I can slap that smirk off your face.”

“Hmm, kinky, I like it-hey!”

At his comment you had let out an annoyed string of curses and lunged at him, grabbing his legs and pulling him down out of the air. The mist-like substance that had been holding him up dissipated, and Loki dropped heavily to the mattress.

SNAP.

“Oh shit.”

The bed finally gave way as Loki crashed onto it, the mattress snapping and bending in half, caving in around him and pushing you towards the center too. Eyes wide, you both froze as you heard a slow creaking, then one of the legs of the bed splintered.

The entire bed dipped to one side, the broken mattress sliding off the bed. You and Loki scrambled over each other to get off, dodging a few springs that had poked through the fabric.

A silent, shocked moment passed, the two of you standing next to the bed and surveying the wreckage. You slowly turned to Loki, gaping. He glanced over to you nervously, clearing his throat.

“That… wasn’t supposed to happen.”

(Back to the present...)

“You’re going to tell them the truth. Right now.”

Loki grinned and crossed his arms to mimic your stance. “Hmm… no. No, I’m not.”

“Excuse me? I must not have made myself clear enough,” you spat, beyond irritated at your insufferable husband. “Unless you want to sleep alone tonight, you’re going to fix this and tell everyone what actually happened.”

He scrunched up his nose and leaned forward, trying to intimidate you with his towering figure, but you stood your ground. Close enough to your face that your noses were touching, he murmured under his breath, “make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Of course, Thor chose that moment to stride into the room where you and Loki stood glaring silently at each other, clapping him on the shoulder as he walked by. “Did you sleep well last night, brother?” he asked, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

You whirled around to glare at Thor now, asking with more force than you intended, “and why do you want to know?!”

The burly god held up his hands in defense. “I've heard from the others that you two managed to break the bed. I must say, I’m not surprised you did, I’m mostly shocked it took this long.”

Behind you, Loki had the nerve to let out a snicker, and you smacked him on the arm. “Your brother,” you seethed, “has been handing out faulty information.”

You were about to explain just how wrong Loki’s story was when Bruce stuck his head in the door. “Broke the bed, huh? Of course you did. You know, you two are the reason we soundproofed the walls, too.” He shook his head, chuckling to himself. “Crazy kids.”

Loki scoffed. “I’m over a thousand years old, you impertinent lout.”

“That’s not what happened…” you started to say as Bruce walked away laughing but gave up with a sigh. Thor still stood in front of you grinning widely, so you figured you might as well tell him what actually happened.

“We didn’t break the bed because of that, Thor, I swear. The mighty ‘god of mischief’ over here,” you jabbed a thumb at Loki, “was ju-“

“-JUST going a bit too hard!” Loki cut you off, rushing up behind you and grabbing you by the waist. “I… lost control, I suppose. Can you truly blame me? With a goddess like this in my bed?”

Thor let out a booming laugh while you wrenched yourself out of Loki’s grip. “You complete ass, don’t you dare think compliments will help! Thor, don’t listen to a word this idiot says, he’s the one who broke the bed but it’s only cause I got him to jump-mmph.”

Loki was suddenly shutting you up with a harsh kiss, bending you backward in a deep dip with one arm around your waist and the other hand sneaking up to your neck. Against your better judgment, your eyes fluttered shut as you melted in his arms, forgetting everything you had been annoyed about. You stayed like that for a moment—you just couldn’t help kissing him back—until Thor cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Shit, sorry.” You shoved Loki away, ignoring the triumphant smirk on his face and quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Forgot you were there.”

Thor looked a tad bit uncomfortable, the poor thing. “You, um, should just tell me later, Y/N. I’m going to leave you two alone,” he mumbled and hurried out the door.

As soon as he was gone, you whirled around to Loki, fuming. “What the hell, Loki? How is them knowing that you were jumping on a bed WORSE than thinking we broke the bed from fucking too hard?!”  

Loki just kept that irritatingly attractive smirk on his lips. “Oh come on. Why do you care what they think?” He reached for your hand and pulled you towards him.

“I’d just love to have everyone know that the ‘mighty Prince Loki, God of Mischief, rightful king of Jotunheim’ was jumping on the bed,” you whined and half-heartedly fought against his attempts, but quickly gave in and let him tug you up against his chest. He wrapped you in his arms, swaying lightly, his voice low in your ear.

“Now now, I can’t have that getting around. That’s our little secret.”

“But it’s ok for everyone to know about our sex life?” you sighed.

His lips brushed your ear and his voice dropped to a whisper, knowing just how to get you riled up. “I have no problem with people knowing what is mine.”

“You are the absolute worst, Loki.”

“But you love it.”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how right he was.

“Shut up,” you groaned, then grabbed his face in both hands and smashed your lips onto his. He eagerly reciprocated, letting you push him backwards until his back was against a wall. It was an unusual change from how your making out usually went, normally it was Loki who would back you into a corner, but neither of you seemed opposed to the switch.

You kissed him roughly, releasing all of your pent up irritation towards your annoying, cocky, arrogant, loving...respectful...perfect, gorgeous god of a husband.

“You’re a royal pain in the ass, you know that?” you grinned up at him, your hand curling tighter in his shirt to keep him on your lips.

His hands worked their way down your back as he hummed in agreement, soaking up your kisses.

“I just have one question though,” you paused thoughtfully, leaning your head just out of the reach of Loki’s, making him whine quietly in frustration. “Do you think we could do it?”

Your husband did a double take, eyeing you suspiciously. “What are you…?”

You grinned at him, the mischievous spark that he loved so dearly glinting in your eyes. “Do you think we could break the bed? You know... not by jumping on it?”

Loki’s jaw dropped. It took him a few seconds to gather his senses after that while you gazed innocently up at him, toying with a few strands of his hair and waiting for his answer. Finally, his eyes narrowed and an almost evil smile spread across his face, making you immediately go weak in the knees.

“Oh, I absolutely do. But there’s only one way to find out for sure.” 

Everything Taglist:

@lisalisa007 @himitoshi @agarwaeneth

[asrisgratitudejournal]

What.A.Friday + Jodoh Talk in the end

Hola. This is exactly 23:51 pm, I’m extremely exhausted yet I feel like I want to write so here I am: writing.

And now I’m thinking why DID I get sooo exhausted? Let me recount today’s event:

1. Went early this morning to sign my college register. Met my Exeter rector Prof. Rick Trainor. Check him out, he’s a really cool man, from the leadership side, he’s taken sooo many roles.

2. Went straight ahead to the office. Didn’t get any work done but got to check out some research proposals of some people I’m going to facilitate tomorrow. (Got this invitation to facilitate and give feedback of some PhD-to-be from @indonesiamengglobal – check them out as well, a really cool stuff going on there esp if you’re planning to take master/phd abroad sometime in the future)

3. Read a REALLY sweet gratitude letter from Nabilah (sampai menangis bacanya) and wrote an email response to her as well

4. Did a short briefing with @indonesiamengglobal team

5. Got hungry and got myself a burrito in Christmas fair in Broad st sambil call sama Abi.

6. Had a VERY interesting and fun talk with Abi on the phone. I think we talked for 2 hours(?) because I left the office at 2pm and got back at 4pm

7. Joined quiz at happy hour in the dept

8. Bailed out of happy hour and went to board game café to play board game until 9pm

9. Went straight home after and I didn’t know what I did from 10-12 pm but here we are

Wow kalau dihitung-hitung I really did interact with more than 20 ppl today (in person and virtually) so probably that’s why I got VERY tired (I am an introvert indeed).

Checked my schedule for tomorrow and apparently it will be a very busy day as well: morning session with @indonesiamengglobal from 7-9.30, kelas with DD from 9.30-11, then kelas with SMA16 from 12-14. After 14 sebetulnya agak kosong, but probably I will use that time to watch some tvshow/youtube and then work (mengingat dari Senin belum bekerja banyak and will have to send Tamsin and Joost a revision by Tuesday).

Oh and in between those things I did today, I also somehow managed to book a room for ISME meeting at next Tuesday at Exeter and email SDM FMIPA UI on my published paper on the journal? If any of you interested in my research and what I’m doing: https://geosainsterapan.id/index.php/id/article/view/64/34 Now that I think about it, I was not actually THAT unproductive. I managed to do quite many things today, it’s just that all of them not related to the work I’m supposed to do :__) Terus random tapi tadi pas call sama Abi juga managed to papasan dengan Mas Yusuf dan Mas Felix…

At the board game café today I also got to meet Leon, Mas Indra, Diny, Tom, and Brigita. We played 2 games: Catan and this bee thingy (apparently it’s quite hard to find an easy board game with 6 players). It was fun. I had a lot of fun.

Udah sih. Apa lagi ya. I did talk A LOT with Abi. We just mostly talked about how our life’s been tapi the highlight would be “how lonely we are right now – especially since apparently everyone around us is getting married and how I used to always have a boyfriend/fling/someone I’m close with almost all the time from high school to the end of my undergrad and after my master I’ve just always been solo, so it’s a bit weird?” (well I know the exact answer to this one ofc: my trauma with the last relationship made it really hard for me to lower the wall down, but I’m still denial with this so let’s pretend it’s just weird) and “how I want to raise my kid later, is it in Indonesia, with this very high competition where everything is measured on number and rank (I literally said to Abi “kita tuh di-adu domba tau gaksih at school?! I mean not everyone should be able to do math or physics? What if later anak gw pengennya do sport/music?? Pas dipikir-pikir lagi sakit tau gaksi sistem pendidikan di Indo”), or in the UK where you don’t have to put number/score in everything – setting aside the slim possibility of me getting married and having kids”. The problem with raising a child in the UK of course is on the religion side. It definitely would be very difficult to explain to your kid why they shouldn’t have premarital sex while most of their friends do it. Imagine the peer pressure. Or even to just explain simple thing as drinking alcohol to them. Di Indo mah anak lu dimasukin TPA/pengajian juga beres kan, u don’t have to ngajarin Iqro sendiri ke mereka.

Balik lagi ke jodoh. Tbh, it has never really been a concern for me. I mean it would definitely be great if I have someone to talk to everytime I come home from work. But until now, actually twitter and tumblr do that work really well for me! So, thank you again, social media. Palingan apa ya… lebih ngerasa ke… kurang rich aja sih hidup. Not that I want any more “spice” in my life. I’ve had ENOUGH, thanks. But I believe two brains are better than one? And more brains are definitely better than two. Sometimes, I just need to get more perspective on things and to brainstorm or to talk about a very receh meme on twitter. Well, I do that with Iqbal and Mita already, but it’s different. I don’t know. Pas dipikir-pikir lagi kalau ditanya what I’m looking for in a relationship or in a man, ternyata w gatau jawabannya apa. Mungkin itu yang bikin Allah juga bingung mau ngasi w siapa jodohnya karena gajelas banget ni anak satu, apa maunya aja dia gatau. But anyway, yang penting I will just keep asking, toh ujung-ujungnya ya cuma Allah yang tahu what’s best for hamba-Nya, jadi minta doanya aja ya wankawan. Semoga dipertemukan dengan yang baik hati dan pintar, suka membaca, jago ngerap dan nulis lirik lagu + love exercising (lah Kim Namjoon dong ini mah).

Yaudah makin malem kayanya makin ngelantur ini tulisan. I close the writing here, harus cepat tidur karena besok pagi bangun pagi. So byeeee! Have a great weekend everyone!!!

Best,

Noni 0:40 20/11/2021

[thisweekingundamevents]

This Week in Gundam Wing 25-31 October 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup! Oct 25th-31st!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works next week!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@amberlyinviolet

I Can Kiss You For Free Now https://archiveofourown.org/works/27208864?view_adult=true

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Mature, Fluff, Vague angst

His insides were a riot of overgrown flower beds, bushes in need of pruning. When he tried to clear a space it was filled with something else--debris from his shipwrecked heart, mud from too much rain. It was a constant effort and Duo worked hard, so hard, to try and tidy it into something he could give away. Something neat and beautiful and with no sharp edges that he could offer with both hands, instead of what he had. Instead of slow seeping poison and the constant upkeep, the steady, leaching need for reassurance.

To Bethlehem It Slouched https://archiveofourown.org/works/27232870

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton

Mature, Mentions of Violence, Off-screen Minor Character Death, Hospital, protective instinct 

The hospital is a hospital. Duo hates it the way he hates all of them. It’s 12:04 in the afternoon and he all but runs to the trauma center. Stands blank faced as the nurse says words like “concussion” and “minor” and “lucky” and wonders how he’s supposed to be grateful for this. How he’s supposed to feel good that Wufei isn’t dead when he almost was. Lucky means close. Means a few inches either way and it would’ve been different words. Words like “sorry” and “condolences” and “tragic.”

You, Soft And Only https://archiveofourown.org/works/27247480

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Mature, Romance, Softness, Fluff

It’s evening. The kitchen is warm and full of smells. There’s soft light coming in through the window over the sink and Duo is up to his elbows in soap bubbles. He is illuminated, singing along to something upbeat and Wufei watches him from the doorway with wonder. This, he thinks, is his. It’s not exactly a reward. It’s more an offering. A vulnerability that Wufei knows Duo is only comfortable sharing because he trusts Wufei. Because together they’ve built something that’s safe, even if it is a little wobbly. They don’t have to be anything else here, just themselves, and just themselves is enough. It’s something they give to each other over and over, and Wufei treasures it the same way he treasures the man at the sink.

The Fire In Your Eyes https://archiveofourown.org/works/27264679

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Mature, Plotting

“No what ifs.” It’s firm. Steely, and Duo finds himself at the end of one of Wufei’s looks. Finds himself melting despite the chaos around them. The hurricane of fear in his chest. How he loves this man. How he loves the way he understands him, his need to fix this, and combats it with chamomile and the promise of bed, together. Duo takes a sip of his tea and leans into him.

The Blood Is On Your Tongue As Well As Your Hands https://archiveofourown.org/works/27282487

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Mature, Panic Attack, PTSD, Rage, Violence, Suggested Co-dependence

He doesn’t feel safe. Avoids eye contact and looks out the window. Doesn’t know how this room of people can stand him, after everything he’s done. All the little pieces he’s stolen from them, or the big pieces. Duo isn’t exactly a liar but he is a thief and none of the people he loves are safe. Are, in fact, in the most danger and Duo takes another sip of whiskey. Takes another sip of whiskey and tries not to taste the rising bile. Not to feel the sharp scratchy static at the back of his neck. The base of his skull. There is heat. There is heat and electricity and Duo’s hands shake.

Lay Us Down https://archiveofourown.org/works/27286864

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Explicit, soft, Confessions, Smut, Feelings

Sometimes their bed seems endless. An expanse of sheets and skin and the silk of their hair, spread out on a pillow. Falling like a curtain around them as they kiss. Wufei has had his body his whole life, but this is the first time he’s ever felt settled in it. Felt like all of it belonged to him in a way he could revel in. Whatever insecurities he has seem to fall away under the heat of Duo’s violet gaze. Under every greedy sweep of Duo’s hand from the back of his neck to his tailbone. They are lying side by side. They are only kissing and it’s such a simple thing but Wufei isn’t sure he’s ever felt anything like this before. That the brush of lips against his has ever sent such a spark through him. Coiled such a fierce need in his belly.

@angelselene

Stand Without Flinching (Ch. 24) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22763293/chapters/66640444

5 pilots + The Avengers

1x2, 3x4, 5xS, TonyxSteve, WandaxVision

MATURE, post-canon, canon divergent, fix-it, GW/MCU crossover, PTSD, found family, slow burn, moral ambiguity, Tony Stark is Duo’s father

For Duo Maxwell, family are the people he has loved and lost and whose names he bears. For Tony Stark, family has always been blood and a name and Howard’s shadow looming over him.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Deadly Intent (Ch. 8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25576657/chapters/66603631

F/M, Heero/Reader, ???/Reader

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Wufei Chang, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft, Reader, Trowa Barton

Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Reader Insert, Drama, Angst, Romance, Violence, Lime

Eleven years is a long time for a ghost to come back and haunt him. But Heero Yuy finds himself unable to dodge or outrun it. It’s the start of a dangerous cat and mouse game between one of the most powerful organizations in the world and a loner who has every intention of dragging him down with her. After all, she has come with deadly intent.

Comfort https://archiveofourown.org/works/27222649

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader

Teen And Up Audiences, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Reader-Insert

“I want to thank you for last night,” you said softly, while looking up at him. “It was nice of you to take care of me like that.”

A frown formed on his face. “You sound as if none ever did that for you before.”

@duointherain

Six Feet Apart https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/633016132898521088/fic-six-feet-apart

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I also don’t own the song in the Tumblr post I’m about to link. I barely own my own mind as I’m studying to much these days.  Neither do I own: Song  Grow As We Go, by Ben Platt.

Link: https://rosespirit.tumblr.com/post/633002398703616000/priscellie-candiikismet-coffeefoxgirl

Note: Gundam Wing is Sci-fi. It’s a m/m story.

It had all stopped so suddenly. It hadn’t been like anything had been declared, nothing permanent. After the war they’d just sort of fallen in together. First it was the hotel room. Then it was a pizza. Duo’s laughter had saved him. Even months after he last heard it, Duo’s laugh was what he kept breathing for. It wasn’t like there was a lot of other purpose. Weapons are supposed to be decommissioned, after all. Except the memory of Duo’s laugh, Duo’s kisses, Duo sleeping next to him, these things meant he was human. Pain meant he was alive. He still had the ring, though his finger was too small to keep it on anymore.

Gundam Legends 14

Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Go Back In The Water https://archiveofourown.org/collections/GundamLegends14

A collection of fics by various authors for the Gundam Legends event. Previous years can be found here: https://tzigane.neocities.org

@lifeaftermeteor

To Love and Love Again https://archiveofourown.org/works/27309412/chapters/66724459

F/M, M/M, Chang Wufei/Relena Peacecraft, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft, Hilde Schbeiker, Sally Po, Lucrezia Noin, Lady Une, Mareen Darlian

Teen And Up Audiences, background Sally Po/Lady Une, Post-Series, Post-Canon, Post-Endless Waltz, Preventers, BROTPs abound, Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life, Wedding Fluff

Following their Christmas engagement, Wufei and Relena bring their family together for their nuptials. The celebration gives their guest an opportunity to reflect on their own romantic inclinations.

@vegalume

Chase https://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/633532147170476032/title-chase-a-drabble-author-vega-lume-written

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

The knock at the door startled him more than he would like to admit. In a way he had been expecting it. It was a sort of nervous, anxiousness that had been strumming through his body since he had woken hours before. Now that it was just past sun down he knew what was waiting for him on the other side and he was both apprehensive and excited.

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@2pcb

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27312763/chapters/66732790

EXHALE, Heero/Trowa, comic

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/633411537102667776/10-left-to-go-hopefully-ill-be-done-by-the-end

GW Merch

@enelle89

https://enelle89.tumblr.com/post/633025341866246144/happy-halloween-its-almost-here

Heero Yuy/Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/631834507084021760/i-have-a-little-data-again-so-plz-enjoy-dad-bod

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/632787659677384704/borrowing-my-aunts-wifi-to-share-my-trashy-2xh

Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker & kiddos, fanart

Head Canons:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/632983263759220736/gw-oc-october-day-24

GW OC-October 2020 Day 24 Prompt Response

@lochtayboatsong

https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633017041186668544/my-gw-ocs-part-13-josef-peacecraft

GW OC-October 2020 Day 1 Prompt Response

https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633174117984698369/my-gw-ocs-part-14-stefan-peacecraft

GW OC-October 2020 Day 2 Prompt Response

https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633386069070626816/my-gw-ocs-part-15-isabel-barton

GW OC-October 2020 Day 3 Prompt Response

https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/633560666909851648/my-gw-ocs-part-16-sam-maxwell

GW OC-October 2020 Day 1 Prompt Response

Fandom Discourse:

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/632800216214536192/lets-go-back-to-this-sharing-my-gw-archives

Over the next few days, a story scanned from the doujinshi “Guerrilla show” by Sango Show.

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/633530414557020160/at-preventers-hq-dorothy-to-duo-well

Dorothy, Duo, and Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/183465625949/lemontrash-lemontrash-lemontrash

Duo & WuFei

Add-ons by @lemontrash

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, November 6th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/633500173247627264/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-november

In need of WINTER/SPRING prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2020!

GW OC-October 2020 is now over!

Do come by and check out all the amazing entries, and remember that if you’d still like to answer any of these prompts, you are more than welcome to! Just send them our way and we’ll reblog them!

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/624053314842230784/event-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2020

Rules: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/627952774875906048/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-2020

Check-in 1 https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/633566440354627584/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-check-in-1-notice

[jaenerys]

12/1/20

Not sure if tumblr still does this but here are my stats:

CW: 112

GW: 104

UGW: 98

Best B/P-free streak is 3 days.

Starting to follow keto-OMAD / fasting.

Hoping to almost lose at least 5lbs by Christmas 😌

[punfit]

11/12/20 Weight

SW: 80KG

CW: 64KG

GW: 60KG

1.7KG down from last week. I've seen lower this week, and estimated a much lower weight for this morning, but 64KG is the lowest the scale showed me today and that's the largest week-loss I've seen in a while so I'll take it.

I'm going to attribute that loss to the fact that I cut dairy from my smoothies and ate less bread and rice than I did the week before.

Breakfast - serving of smoothie (avocado, capsicum, spinach, coconut water, cashews, honey, sultanas), sweetened black tea.

Lunch - 5 pork, cabbage and chive dumpling with chilli paste, serving of Pepsi Max.

Dinner - serving of nasigoreng.

Snacks - serving of green grapes, 2.5 servings camembert cheese with crackers.

Water - 2L, excellent.

Exercise - none (rest day).

Had an afternoon out with my parents, got some Christmas gifts. :)

-

Big Snacks aye.

[vegalume]

GW Holiday Gift Exchange

Christmas Is For Us [GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2019/20]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22134082

By Vega-Lume For Doc M @doctormegalomania It isn’t exactly what you asked for but I hope you enjoy it.

pairing: Heero & Duo

Christmas is for us By Vel

“How many days has it been now?” Quatre asked as he helped Duo carry boxes in from the car.

“Oh, just set it there Kat,” Duo indicated with a tilt of his head and his friend set the boxes on the coffee table. “He’s been gone three days now.” he added after setting down his own stack of boxes.

The living room felt sweltering hot after how incredibly cold it was out it was. The fireplace and the central heating doing their best to fight off the chill. Duo flopped onto the sofa and turned to his friend. “Thanks for helping out, Kat. I really do appreciate it.”

Quatre tutted, “my pleasure Duo, truly. And I think what you’re planning is really sweet. I know Heero really wanted to be home for Christmas.”

“He promised when we got married that he would do his absolute best to be home every Christmas.”

“And for five years he managed it,” Quatre added and Duo nodded.

“I expect him to get a mission every year,” Duo said as he pulled himself up and started for the kitchen to put a kettle on. “It really surprised me when it finally happened, but to be honest I think Heero was more upset about than I was.”

That was the honest truth. They didn’t celebrate it in any real traditional way but it was theirs to spend together. The week before and after their friends would stop by or they would go out to someone else’s home but Christmas day was for them alone and it was the first time on 7 years they wouldn’t be together for it.

Duo understood that Heero really didn’t have much choice when his missions came in or where they would take him or how long they took, and he never resented it when they were apart.

Quatre stepped beside him and helped make the tea.

Carrying their cups back to the sofa they sipped from them as they began sorting through all of the decorations spread before them. Decorating had always been Duo’s thing. He loved putting his own quirky twist on the decor, then surprising his husband with it was all complete.

He had decided the night before that even with Heero gone and not expected back until after the new year he was going to decorate anyway and leave it all up until he was home, and they were going to have their alone day with the delivery pizza and cheesy movies they had seen a billion times anyway.

It didn’t matter to him if it was a week or two later than usual.

Quatre set his now empty cup aside “So, where do we start?”

Eight hours and some twelve cups of tea later Duo dropped into bed with a tired but contented sigh.

The tree was up, lights and garland were thrown over pretty much anything that stayed still long enough to tack some tape to it. There was a bottle of champagne in the fridge, a gift from Kat and Trow, the pizza place on speed dial, and a half dozen of the worst looking romantic holiday films he could find and download to be played back later. All that was left was for Heero to get home.

*

Duo couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when he stepped into the lounge the Christmas Eve morning and looked around taking in all the work they had done. Then he stooped to collect a few boxes and scraps that had been left behind and tossed them in the trash bin on his way to the car, then he swept the snow from the hood and scraped the ice from the windshield before climbing in.

The drive to work was slow. It was the last shopping day before Christmas and a Friday as well. Everyone and their dogs seemed to be out that morning, and the work day felt even slower. He was more than ready to call it a day by the time he could clock out.

Wufei was in town for a conference and would be leaving the next morning. He had invited Duo for dinner and he had agreed weeks ago, but Wufei’s visit and Christmas Eve just didn’t connect in his mind until he had left for work that morning.

He hoped the traffic home was moving more quickly than it had been that morning so he could get home and get changed without risking being late. Fei would probably tease him for it but wouldn’t really mind if he did end up being a little late.

He pulled into his driveway a half an hour later with just enough time to change before needing to be back out on the road. He grabbed the envelopes in the mailbox and threw them on the coffee table as he passed through the room and didn’t give them another thought.

Duo returned home quite late.

The meal had been nice and he had enjoyed catching up with his friend but he was exhausted. With a sigh he closed the door and dropped his keys on the envelopes still lying there from that afternoon and went through to put the kettle on.

He leaned a hip against the counter and sipped his tea as he admired the tree then with a start he realized the tree was it. All the other lights were twinkling as well. He knew he had turned them off the night before and would not have them lit while the house was empty.

As quietly as he could he set the tea down and moved back towards the living room, his eyes scanning the room thoroughly and taking in anything he may have missed.

Nothing else seemed out of place until he noticed the boots next to the door, and then the jacket on the hook.

There was a soft noise behind him and he whirled around.

Heero stood just inside the open door of their bedroom, feet bare, dressed in just an undershirt and his cargo pants, looking even more done in than Duo felt.

Behind him the ugly but adored cuckoo clock Sally had given them as a housewarming gift chimed 12.

“You made it,” Duo breathed taking a step closer.

“Merry Christmas, Duo.”

Owari

[motiveandthemeans]

When Dan met Abbey

He’d met her at a random lunch meeting on the Affordable Care Act he’d been forced to attend. She was the arguably the youngest (his junior by at least five years), and the most beautiful woman in the room. Probably the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Abigail Holland, RN, MSN, CEN. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, the strangest accent he’d ever heard. Not quite southern, not quite west coast Cali girl. She’d been brought in as an expert on primary care deficiencies and for some reason the Senator Feinstein insisted Dan go in her stead, despite health policy being 100% not his area of expertise or interest.

Everyone noticed her pillowy lips but Dan had noticed her smile, the way she tried not to appear intimidated, surrounded by politicians and political players alike. She was clearly out of her comfort zone as well. He didn’t miss the once over McDonough had given her, how it disgusted him a married man could be so blatantly attracted to someone else.

They’d been inadvertently sent to the background of the meeting, clearly not the key note speakers at this particular luncheon.

“Is it always like this?” She asked quietly.

He chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much. I’m usually sitting against the wall though so this is new for me too.”

She smiled, grateful for companionship. “I’m Abbey. You’re Dan Jones. You work for Senator Feinstein, don’t you?”

He gave her a quizzical look. “How did you know? Is it that obvious?”

She laughed and he felt his heart skip a beat. “No, no. I just...I saw you in her office a couple of months ago. Just in passing.”

“Really?” He couldn’t think of a scenario how he could not have noticed her. “Do you know the Senator?”

“Her granddaughter and I were college roommates. We spent many spring breaks at their house in San Fransisco.” Abbey said. “She and my father were on a couple of committees together when she was in the house.”

“You’re Dad is Dr. Benjamin Holland?” He sputtered. “The director of the NIH?”

“Yep.” She said awkwardly.

“I didn’t know he had a daughter.”

She shrugged. “Four boys ahead of me so, it’s not like it’s all that important. Also I’m a nurse, not an MD, so it’s a stain upon the family name to be sure.”

Dan smirked. “Because you’re the ones actually bedside and know what’s going on with the patient?”

She looked at him, shocked.

“My mom was a nurse.” He clarified.

Her powder blue eyes lit up when grinned. “She must be awful proud of you, making it big in D.C.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m making it big, but yes. She’s your typical Jewish mother. Anytime the Senator makes a big move, she’ll say ‘My son did so and so...’”

“Don’t be too humble now, D.C. is cut throat. People might think you have morals.” Abbey said with faux disgust on her face.

“Not a fan of politicians, are you?”

“I have a healthy enough tolerance.” She countered with a wry smirk.

Dan couldn’t help the smile Abigail brought to his face and was going to tell her so when he was interrupted by McDonough calling an end to the luncheon. He lost her through the crowd, heart sinking at the idea he’d have to find some asinine way of contacting her when he felt something slip into his hands. It was a napkin and it had Abbey’s number on it.

She grinned over her shoulder as she walked away, he smiled back.

He’d agonized over how long to wait to call her, it’d been years since he’d dated, well out of the convoluted dating scene of D.C. it was early, almost six thirty in the evening when he finally dialed her number.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d call me.” She teased. “Hello, Dan.”

“I’d give you some bullshit excuse about being busy with work and not worrying about seeming too interested, but I get the impression lying to you wouldn’t go down so well.” He grinned. “Hey, Abby”

“Am I that easy to read?” She asked with a laugh. “What are you up to?”

“Working, to be honest.” He said dryly. “You?”

“About to leave for work, actually. They’re short tonight and it’s my turn to pull call.” She answered.

“Sorry, do you need to-“

“No, I have a while till I need to clock in. I live around the corner from GW.” She said. “Is it getting late for you?”

“No, technically I’m supposed to be off work and enjoying the weekend but well...”

“Duty calls?” She mused.

“Yeah.” He chuckled breathlessly. “Something like that. Do you work tomorrow night?”

“No. I’m off till Tuesday after tonight, thank the gods.”

“Let’s have a drink.” Dan wondered if he sounded as casual as he hoped he did.

“Alright, when and where?”

“Old Ebbits, eight o’ clock?”

“Sure.” He could hear the smile in her voice and he wonder if she could hear his too.

—

She wore black slacks that accentuated her slim waist and a black lace top he could make a tell tale sight of her bra through, such as was the style for women these days. Christ she made his mouth water.

“Dan.” She greeted, her make up was light, natural. Her blonde hair fell in waves to her back. He wore his nicest jeans and button down. Naturally, people gave them strange looks. He knew she was out of his league, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Hendricks and Tonic, please.” She said to the bartender when asked what she wanted.

“Hungry?” Dan asked.

“Nah, I already ate.” She shrugged. “You?”

“No, I actually remembered to eat today.”

Abby grinned. “It’s a rare day I get to eat lunch, too. Much to my mother’s dismay. All five children grown and out of the house and she can’t seem to kick the habit of ensuring we’re all fed.”

“My mom still sends me care packages like I’m a college freshman.” He joked.

“That’s sweet.” Abby took a sip of her drink. “What kind of nurse is she?”

“Labor and delivery.” He answered.

Abby made a face. “That was my least favorite in school. I passed out in my first delivery. And naturally the OBGYN was buddies with my father so, that was a fun congressional Christmas party.”

Dan winced. “I can only imagine.”

“You never told me what it is you do for the senator.” She said.

“I’m basically a liaison for her intelligence committee.”

“And that’s about all you can tell me, isn’t it?” She ventured.

“You do know your D.C., don’t you?”

She smiled. “So what do you do for fun? Since work is clearly a subject we must steer clear of.”

“It doesn’t bother you I can’t talk about it?” He asked.

“Why should it? Anybody who asks you to jeopardize your position is no friend, Dan. I’d hoped you know that by now.” Abby replied. “Also, we are more than our job designations. For instance, I love to bake, but I’m terrible at making cakes.”

Dan laughed. “Really? Is that a thing?”

“Hey, don’t mock till you’ve had my key lime pie. It’ll make you forget cake is even a thing.”

She grinned.

Dan sipped his whiskey. “I run five miles every morning.”

“I swim.” She replied. “I love the ocean. I was born in Hawaii and lived there till I was 12 while my Dad was in the navy.”

“Never been.”

“You should go sometime.” She joked.

“Yeah, it’s on the bucket list.” Dan smirked. “I grew up outside of Pittsburgh.”

“Steeler Nation?” She rose her brows.

“Of course.”

“My father is a die hard Steelers fan.” She said.

They carried on back and forth, laughing and lightly teasing. Regalling childhood stories of growing up with four older brothers and a single mom in Pittsburgh. Abbey wasn’t what he initially expected, she’d had a job all through public high school, bought her own car, worked during the summers in college. Her father paid for her BSN from Chapel Hill, but she went on for her masters of nursing directly after graduating. She was 27 and head charge nurse of one the most prestigious hospitals in the nation. Dan made a perfect score on his SAT and took a full ride to Elizabethtown, earning his masters from John’s Hopkins and his post doc from Harvard. He grew up Jewish, but only attended temple on high holy days and definitely did not keep kosher. His father had died in a car accident when he was three and his mom remarried a nice guy when he was in college. David owned a landscaping company and treated his mom like she was gold so Dan couldn’t complain.

“Walk me home?” She asked. “But just so you know I won’t be inviting you up for coffee. I do have my standards, Dr. Jones.”

“I expect no less, Miss Holland.”

She lived four blocks from the bar in a nice neighborhood, clearly her salary out ranged his, not that it bothered him. They laughed and joked more, especially when he made a pop culture reference she didn’t understand.

“Hey! You’ve got like five years on me!” Abbey joked defensively.

“Almost seven, actually.” He looked down into her smiling eyes when she came to a halt in front of her townhome. “Nice place.”

“My brother, Anders, owns it, he rents it to me cheap.” She shrugged. “Well, cheap for D.C. anyway. And he lets me keep Frog.”

Dan gave her an incredulous expression. “Frog?”

She grinned. “My cat.”

“You have a cat named Frog?”

“Are you gonna kiss me or what-“

Before she could finish the sentence, he swooped in and kissed her. Gently at first, then as Abby leaned into it Dan wound his arms around her deepened the kiss. She tasted like tonic and cherries and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven at how soft her lips actually were. They were both a bit breathless when they broke apart.

“What are you doing Sunday?” She asked.

“Working, though I could be persuaded otherwise.” He chided.

“Come over for dinner.” She said. “I’ll make you something, however there will not be sex for you in lieu of dessert.”

“How can a man refuse such an offer.” He laughed. “Should I bring anything?”

“Frog is kind of mean. A cat toy would not go amiss.”

“Ever think it’s because you named him Frog?” Dan joked, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

Abby rolled her eyes benignly. “Everyone says that!”

Dan kisses her gently once more. “Goodnight, Abby.”

“Good night, Dan.” She smiled, unlocking her door and disappearing from sight.

As he hailed a cab, Dan couldn’t get rid of the grin stuck on his face.

[feelingpomegranate]

Update

12/6/19

Sw: 316-320

Cw: 304

Gw: 200 150

Weight loss so far: 16lbs.

~

It’s kind of crazy typing that out and reading it. I almost don’t believe it, but I do feel it. My skin feels a bit looser. I’m not as lethargic as I was before. It's pretty exciting!.

Thanksgiving wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be! I know I ate a lot, I didn’t bother counting calories, but I recovered pretty quickly afterward.

What was really bad was the day before last. My mother texted me some bad news about my dad. He’s actually currently in surgery today, and we’ll get the results Monday or Wednesday. As soon as I heard the news I slid backward in my progress. Ordered an X-large pizza, dessert, soda, etc. Ate a lot the night of, and then finished it off the next day. I felt particularly disgusted with myself! I even tried to make myself throw up, but my body wouldn’t let me. It knows best, I suppose.

I’m feeling better today. I spent nearly two hours at the gym! I walked nearly 4 miles, and am well above my step goal. My weight has also lowered back to normal after my binge, and we had a good supper last night. I’m feeling better, and proud that I’m not letting everything get to me and make me give up.

My feet ARE hurting though! Ouch! These Walmart shoes aren’t gonna cut it. I’ll try and get myself some actual running shoes over the Christmas holidays. One of my goals for myself is to actually start running! My cardio/lungs are pretty bad right now, but I’m hopeful, at least. I liked running a lot when I was younger. I want to be able to do it again.

Well, that’s pretty much all I have to share! Thanks for reading if you did. Gonna keep pushing and keep trying! Thanks.

[thatweightlosslady]

Weigh In - Week 15

SW - 267.8 - 9/12/18

CW - 238.6 - 12/26/18

GW - 125?

Loss this week - 3.2 pounds

Loss total - 29.2 pounds

Wow wow wow!! Happy day after Christmas gift to me!!! I was aiming for -25 by the new year and my vacation and I’m kicking ass :). Real proud of myself real happy.

[gingerwritess]

Fuzzy Socks and Warm Hearts

Summary: (Peter Parker x reader) What happens when you’re dating the biggest dork in all of New York, who also just so happens to be an Avenger? You get taken on dates unlike any you could have ever imagine, that’s for sure.

Warnings: Teeth-rotting fluff

A/N: Day 5 of the 12 days of Christmas! My very first Peter Parker fic, I hope it’s somewhat good heh. I’m scared to put links on my posts now, so check my bio for my Masterlist! Go to @picassho-18 for tomorrow’s Day 6!

Thank you so much for reading!!! Comments make me cry happy tears just fyi, since we’re in the spirit of giving.

Okay have fun with this cutie.

Masterlist

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Someone at the back of the classroom coughed.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

Peter shifted in his seat, trying to get the buzzing phone in his back pocket off the chair.

Bzzzzzzzz- “PARKER!”

Peter started and dropped his pencil. “Y-yes sir?”

“If I have to hear that goddamn phone vibrate one more time, so help me God…” the teacher trailed off, shaking a fist at his students.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! My bad, I-I’ll turn it off.” Peter fumbled with his phone and put it on silent, but smiled to himself when he saw it was you who had been spamming his phone. He figured you were probably bored and confused in calculus right now and needed a distraction, his mind wandering off to the dorky but adorable face you make when you’re confused… but another yell from his teacher interrupted his thoughts.

“Parker! Phone down, eyes back on the test!”

An eternity later, the bell rang. Peter quickly turned in his test and rushed into the hallway, pulling out his phone and ignoring the people that knocked into and pushed past him.

Peter

Peter

Peter

There had to be at least eight texts from you just trying to get his attention. He kept reading:

Guess what

Fuzzy holiday socks are on sale at Target all week!!!!

Just thought you might like to know. Not for any specific reason. (Please take the hint)

The last text was just a bunch of red and blue hearts.

A stupidly big grin grew on Peter’s face. With a little extra spring in his step, he ran out the school gates, headed straight for the bus stop to take it to the nearest Target. To him, fuzzy socks could only mean one thing - and he knew just who to call for that.  

“Hey Mr. Stark! How’ve you been? Good, good, listen, can me and Y/N come over later to study?”

—————————————————————

You shook the snow off your giant coat, still shivering from the cold walk home from school. You hadn’t even taken your boots off when your phone buzzed and you saw a text from your boyfriend.

Meet me at the compound at 5. Big plans.

Oh boy. Grinning at the screen, you grabbed a snack and rushed up to your room to get your homework done as quickly as possible.

5:00 came quickly, and soon you yelled a goodbye to your family, the door slamming shut behind you. Snow was falling heavily again while you waited at the bus stop, the biting wind making you pull your beanie down further over your ears. Luckily the bus showed up on time, dropping you just a block away from the compound in a manner of minutes.

You trudged through the snow and let yourself in, eyes still watering a little from the wind outside.

“There’s the other lover.” Tony strode in, giving you a quick hug and taking your jacket for you. “You’re two minutes late, Peter’s been freaking out. Oh, speaking of which, I’m supposed to tell you to meet him in the hallway…” he paused, scratching his head trying to remember. “The hallway leading to the training room! That’s the one.”

What in the world was Peter planning? A hallway, really?

“Thanks, Tony,” you laughed and sprinted off to find your dorky boyfriend.

The compound had an endless amount of hallways, each one with doors lining the walls and leading to unexplored parts of the compound. You had been there before since you and Peter started dating, but weren’t even close to seeing the whole place. Or everyone living there, for that matter.

You finally found the hallway leading to the training room, a dark corridor with empty walls and polished hardwood floors. Peter was nowhere to be found.

“There you are!”

The training room door flew open, revealing your boyfriend who took a running start and slid to a smooth stop in front of you. On his feet was a pair of bright red socks with little snowmen all over them.

“Uhhh...” you looked at him standing in front of you with his arms out grandly, a giant grin on his face, fuzzy socks and all.

“Hope you don’t have plans tonight.” He reached into his pocket and tossed you a pair of socks. “There’s a whole lotta hardwood floors and empty hallways that need to be slid on.”

You jumped forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. “Don’t ever grow up,” you giggled, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

Noting the adorable blush that tainted his cheeks after your kiss, you kicked your shoes off and put on the new socks. Flailing your arms slightly at the loss of friction on your covered feet, you accepted Peter’s hand to help steady yourself, only to push him out of your way with a laugh making him slip and lose his balance.

“Hey! Not cool, Y/N, not cool!” He scowled playfully, jumping back to his feet and lunging at you as you ran and slid away from him.

Your laughter and shrieks of joy echoed off the walls, no doubt annoying the others living in the rooms around, but the two of you couldn’t care less as you took off slipping and sliding, chasing each other down the hallway with fuzzy socks and warm hearts.

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