that struggle face though

I just discovered this hellhole of a tag and have a few questions…

So from what I am seeing here is that people feel like heteroromantic aces shouldn’t be in the LGBT+ community.

The most common reason why that I see is “They benefit from straight privilage” and yeah, I can see how that would be generally speaking. Many hetero trans people would also benefit from straight privilage would they not?

Another rebuttal I see is “They don’t face the same level of violence for who they are” which is oppression olympics but okay. I would argue that people who are ace face repression more so than oppression. Which is still caused by society being shitty and is totally valid.

 Also this societal thinking can lead people to have sex when they don’t  want to, which is just awful. And obviously bullying and teasing for not conforming to societies expectations sexually. Not to mention asexuality having been pathologized as a disorder forever and being perceived as LGB for not partaking in hetero sex.

The last one I believe is important because I think it is why people who are heteroromantic ace are in the LGBT+ in the first place. You can argue that it’s just a perception so why are they here but perceptions are powerful. The LGBT+ comunity wouldn’t exist without other peoples incorrect perceptions. 

For example, LGBT+ people in general are perceived as evil creatures by a lot of religious groups. They are perceived as broken and wrong and in need of fixing (ace people experiance this too). They are perceived as a danger to children. They are perceived as deserving of death. Their existance is debated in wether or not it’s evolutionairly logical/helpful to the human race (ace people experiance this too). This is why the community came together in the first place is it not? To combat these toxic perceptions?

Many people in this tag do not understand why ace people belong in the lgbt community simply because they don’t understand the more nuanced and repressive struggle that ace people face in their daily lives. Even though a lot of LGBT people who live in more accepting countries are already in a similar nuanced and repressive struggle.

I really don’t get why there is a debate besides misguided distain at people you… perceive as “straight”


Written by: @titaniasfics

Rating: T

Prompt 27: Katniss’s father is an undocumented worker, Peeta is a sympathetic federal agent sent to investigate or an employer willing to do anything to help. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Author’s Note: I’m late (as usual) but I went for the second option on this one. I jumped at this prompt because of my own feeling about this whole situation. Hope I didn’t hijack a lovely prompt by being politically didactic. I relied on my experiences with my family regarding picking fruit and the migration of workers as they follow the different harvest, together with the research on how the ICE conducts raids in this current political climate. It’s a different world from when my grandfather was a migrant worker.

A million thanks to @eala-musings for betaing this piece for me, @567inpanem for the amazing prompt and to @everlarkficexchange for hosting this challenge!

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Is it too much to hope that we might get a few other prominent feminists to speak out in support of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie? Like she didn’t say anything that isn’t already obvious even… transwomen navigate society recognized as male for at the very least, many years; a few might pass as female eventually but frankly most of them don’t and they continue to navigate society as (gnc) males. They accrue many advantages over women starting the moment they’re born that can’t be theoried and explained away, though of course some face their own struggles for their gender nonconformity. But they just don’t have comparable experiences to women who were born and raised female, with all the harmful socialization that entails.

This is so fucking obvious and that MUST be why trans activists are acting so quickly to overreact, shut down conversations, and villianize this woman. I can’t help but think of that Dworkin quote about how men react to women’s words as if they were violence… It’s disheartening to watch, but I hope this is the point where feminists start to figure out that trans theory is not necessary or even compatible with feminism, but is in fact a shameless parasite on it, demanding time and energy and focus on itself above all else while offering no benefit to women at all.

So the lantern in your heart won’t fade

MP100 Valentines Week
Day 6; Comfort

pairing: terumob

Story tag


The park is empty in the rain, lamps looming eerily through the stormy-dark evening, and Teruki’s sneakers slap across wet sidewalks as he runs towards an out-of-the-way park bench tucked into the quietest corner.

It’s one thing to get a call from Reigen – the man’s mild tone and manner of speech as he asked “Have you heard from Mob today?” made it impossible for Teruki to determine if something was wrong. Ritsu’s name on his Caller I.D. within the hour, on the other hand, was enough to light little fires of worry in Teruki’s brain before he could so much as answer the phone.

Is my brother there? He’s been acting strange since he came home from work last night, and the school just called and said he didn’t show up for class today. He doesn’t have his phone, and I can’t – my powers are still just – I can’t find him. Is he there with you?”

Teruki was out the door not even a minute later, with barely the presence of mind to grab a coat.

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kaylaz085  asked:

Hey, I read a fic a while ago and Dan and Phil were divorced amd had a little girl that Phil mostly took care of but Dan comes one day to take her out and Phil gets rly upset when he see him. Also is thers any similar fics of them two divorced? Ty xx

A Thread To Hold -  Phil wanted a sensible life, a fireplace and a picket fence, and Dan was a wrecking ball he could simply no longer afford to keep around. But once you care for someone, it never really goes away, a constant thread between the two of them. Divorced!Phan with custody over a child. Angst and Fluff.

this one maybe?

And here are some more!

Second Chances, New Beginnings - Phil is a primary school teacher, Dan is a radio presenter and they’ve adopted a child together. Now they’re split up though and Dan faces the struggles of being a single dad while also having to deal with seeing Phil every time he takes his daughter to school.

Just One Yesterday (ao3) -  Dan and Phil have been divorced for five years now. And Dan isn’t around much, on account of being busy at his work. That is until, he hears about his his ex-husband marrying this oh-so-great guy. He wants to know what’s so great about him that Phil wants to get married to him so quickly. But as he comes to terms to accept things the way they are and be an adult about it, their kids, more so, their 14 year old son going through his angsty teen years, has other plans of his own. Plans that definitely don’t involve their Papa marrying this new guy, no matter how great he is, because after all, he is his Dad’s son.

And I might be okay (but I’m not fine at all) (ao3) - It wasn’t that Phil was keeping Dan from seeing their daughter, it’s just that he didn’t know if he could handle seeing him for the first time in six months knowing they’d made a mistake by breaking it off.OR:Dan and Phil are divorced and have been for six months when Dan asks to see their daughter.

- Eliza

Second Chances, New Beginnings (Part 1)

Title: Second Chances, New Beginnings

Type: Parent AU

Warnings: Light swearing

Summary: Phil is a primary school teacher, Dan is a radio presenter and they’ve adopted a child together. Now they’re split up though and Dan faces the struggles of being a single dad while also having to deal with seeing Phil every time he takes his daughter to school.

Authors: @skinnyjeanshowell & phancywork

Beta: @miememegan

Word Count: 2800+ (this part) I 6300+ (total)

A/N: @skinnyjeanshowell and me have been talking about this fic for ages. But with me being extremely busy it just never got taken from an idea to an actual story. Now that I’m finally getting my shit together, we finally got around to writing it. 

Co-writing with Tori is always a great experience and I hope you all enjoy this little parent!phan story.

(Link to the second part can be found at the end of this post.)

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Teacher (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Dad & Mr Howell - plantfics

Summary: filled for the prompt: anything with single parent!phan and flirting would be incredible.

Does That Make Me Crazy? (ao3) - sjakalen

Summary: In which Phil is an art teacher, who’s ‘mildly’ obsessed with his student Dan, who loves drugs.

Flash - botanistlester

Summary: Dan has been pining for his teacher, Mr. Lester, since he first laid eyes on him. When he tries to take a cheeky photo of Mr. Lester’s ass during class, the camera’s flash goes off.

Grey Areas And Expectations - tadachans

Summary: When Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester both start their first years of teaching in America at the same time, the students notice their mutual British accents and immediately get to work snooping, observing, and theorizing. The curiosity of the students added to the constant “threat” of fellow teacher Ms. Christensen equals nothing short of a chaotic school year full of memes, plants, and maybe a little bit of needed privacy in the teachers’ lounge closet.

Him? - viiktorss

Summary: (Soulmate AU) PJ is surprised to meet Dan’s soulmate when they decided to do their English project on Dan’s flat one day.

Let’s Teach This Ship (ao3) - Its_Izzy

Summary: Dan and Phil are teachers and boyfriends, who happen to like shipping their students.

Like Father, Like Son (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase

Summary: Phil is a good teacher, he is. He just can’t control Samuel Howell. And turns out he can’t control Samuel Howell’s single dad, either. (Or, the one where Dan’s a single dad and a bad influence, and Phil’s the teacher who has to deal with the consequences)

Never Enough - skinnyjeanshowell

Summary: Dan is a single father who is hardworking but is never appreciated by his son and they don’t get along with each other, and he eventually meets Phil and slowly but surely falls in love with him.

Oh, Teacher - mangothatismelancholy

Summary: Essentially Dan seducing Phil while he’s teaching a class, sexting him and making bedroom eyes, all that good stuff, until Phil reaches his breaking point and acts on it.

Preschool (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: After Cat decides to move away, Dan gets left with her child. After picking her up from preschool one day, he starts to fall for her hunk of a teacher, Mister Lester.

Second Chances, New Beginnings - phancywork

Summary: Phil is a primary school teacher, Dan is a radio presenter and they’ve adopted a child together. Now they’re split up though and Dan faces the struggles of being a single dad while also having to deal with seeing Phil every time he takes his daughter to school.

Teach Me How To Love - howellaboutlester

Summary: Dan, a dark and gorgeous seventeen year old could have anyone he wanted. But, some people tend to avoid the boy because of the sheer mysteriousness he projects. What happens when he gets a little too involved with someone he thinks he has yet to meet face to face, but ironically he’s known all along?

Theia Mania (ao3) - hamartiawrites

Summary: Valentines’ Day is coming up, and there are two teachers that the school wants to see together more than anything.

The Softest Canvas - kawaii-kanai

Summary: Dan just wanted to get though this year at uni distraction free, but when Phil offers him some after school art lessons he finds himself unable to resist.

You And Me Have Got A Whole Lot Of History - skinnyjeanshowell

Summary: Dan and Phil are both teachers at a school and everybody knows that they hate each other but they don’t know why, the students take it upon themselves to finally get Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester to stop fighting.

A scene from my fanfic that I am no where near finished with, soooo… Sorry. 8D;;;
Here’s the scene it is from though!

“Everyone settled in for the night? No problems? Nothing amiss?” He turned to Kili then. His brother’s features were barely discernible in the dark, but he could see the grin on Kili’s face when he turned to face him.

“Oh you know, the usual,” Kili shrugged nonchalantly, straightening back up, “-fought off a horde of orcs and a group of bandits - at the same time of course - single-handedly as well, mind you, because my brother thinks he is an elf and was busy being spirited away by the heavens.” Kili smirked and nudged his brother playfully. Fili snorted before feigning hurt.

“An elf! You are so cruel, Kili! You wound me. But orcs and bandits, all in one night-!”

“At the same time!” Kili corrected, grinning.

“Of course! At the same time! How could I have forgotten. Single-handedly. Goodness, the womenfolk must have been swooning over you, Kili. The dashing hero! Wait until Uncle hears this, he might want to rethink his choice of heir.” Fili laughed finally moving to sit up before shoving his giggling brother over in the grass. “Such tall tales. You must have dispatched them all so quickly with your very elven bow and arrow that they couldn’t even make a sound!” Now it was Kili’s turn to feign hurt, though he was struggling to keep a sober face.

“Excuse me! I handle my weapon better than any elf I’ll have you know.” Kili insisted, nodding in affirmation of his own words. “I knew it was all up to me to save the caravan, I had to work swiftly! I also had to make sure that they didn’t frighten the animals or any of the merchants, so yes, not a sound was heard! Luckily I had the exact amount of arrows needed to take them all out. Everything was handled. Not to worry, brother.” Kili finished, beaming.

“Such a grand tale. Definitely worthy of a song.” Fili snorted, rolling his eyes with a smile. “If you ever find yourself without work, storyteller may be the perfect match for you, Ki.” His brother gasped loudly, looking as though Fili had just uttered something extraordinarily revelational.

“I hadn’t thought of that! I shall definitely keep that in mind! Oh dear Fili, always having my best interests at heart!” Kili flung an arm around the blonde dwarf’s shoulders, tugging him in for a playful one-armed hug. “What would I do without my brother’s wisdom~?”

“Oh get off, you great idiot.” Fili laughed but made no effort to fend off his younger sibling, instead he leaned in to rest his head against his brother’s. “What am I going to do with you?” He wondered aloud, smiling and slipping his own arm around the dark-haired dwarf to gently ruffle his sibling’s hair before settling his hand on Kili’s shoulder to return the light embrace. Kili made a thoughtful noise.

“Not much can be done with an idiot brother - keeping him out of trouble or joining him in it seem to be your only options.” Kili said rather matter-of-fact before another grin spread across his lips and lightly nuzzling his sibling earning a chuckle from Fili.

“And here I thought ‘future king’ was the most trying thing to be thrust upon me. Little did I know…” Fili heaved a great woeful sigh before dissolving into giggles right along with his brother. 

Second Chances, New Beginnings (Part 2)

Title: Second Chances, New Beginnings

Type: Parent AU

Warnings: Light swearing

Summary: Phil is a primary school teacher, Dan is a radio presenter and they’ve adopted a child together. Now they’re split up though and Dan faces the struggles of being a single dad while also having to deal with seeing Phil every time he takes his daughter to school.

Authors: @skinnyjeanshowell & phancywork

Beta: @miememegan

Word Count:   3500+ (this part) I 6300+ (total)

A/N: I am so excited to post this fic! I always love writing with @phancywork and I’m really proud of how this fic turned out so I hope you like it :)

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Imagine: Being captured by the grounders and being tortured only to escape and find the Ark camp where your boyfriend Bellamy sees you for the first time in two months. 

You can barely breathe when you reach the top of the hill, but you need to keep going. You can hear grounders behind you so you can’t stop. Not until you find him. You saw the ark fall to the ground, and you hope that everyone made it, and that Bellamy is there. 

“Keep going,” you tell your legs and force yourself to run again. For a minute you fear that you might pass out, but you stay on your feet and finally you see it. The campsite where you will hopefully find your boyfriend. You’re not sure how long it’s been, since they kept you underground for the most part, but it feels like forever. As you near the camp several people raise their guns pointing straight at you. 

“Don’t shoot. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I was part of the first 100.” You put your hands above your head to show you surrender. A man in his forties runs to you and grabs your arm. He drags you with him as you struggle not to fall face down. 

“Let go of me,” you mutter though too weak to actually resist his tight grip. Once you enter the camp everyone is staring at you. Your eyes lock on a dark haired boy who’s looking at the ground. At last you find the strength to struggle out of his grip - or maybe someone just signals for him to let you go. Either way you escape his grip and you take a few steps towards the familiar boy. Why won’t he look at you?

“Bellamy?” you ask softly. You’re careful not to push him right now, because you can tell how hard this is for him. Slowly he raises his head and stares right at you. 

“I thought you were dead,” he says choking on the last word. You keep quiet painfully aware that everyone is watching your reunion. 

“I thought that the grounders had killed you and that I’d never see you again,” he says now with tears in his eyes. For some reason he doesn’t look happy to see you. 

“They tortured me, Bellamy. They wanted info-”

“Did you give it to them?” he cuts you off. So this is what it’s about. He’s scared you did what Murphy did back then when he was captured. He’s scared you’ve betrayed him to the grounders. 

“No. I never said a word, I swear. Even on the worst day I kept my mouth shut.” And you literally see a weight be lifted from his shoulders. 

“You’re really here,” he whispers as he runs to embrace you. Thankfully for that because your legs give in, but he’s there to catch you. 

“I thought you were dead,” he whispers as he holds you tightly. You don’t even care that your entire body is aching or the fact that you can barely breathe from his tight grip, because you’re back in his arms where you belong. 

“I know,” you say and kisses his shoulder, “do me a favor?” 

“Anything for you, princess,” he says and kisses your forehead. He’s still keeping you on your feet. 

“Please don’t let me go. Never again.” He picks you up bridal style and smiles. 

“I promise.” 


nekredinda  asked:

kent parson has a stammer. when he is relaxed its not even there at all. at press conferences he might trip over a few words. but when he gets anxious, when he is afraid, or feels boxed in, or feels like his soul is falling away from his skin... its so bad he can barely say a word (this is one of my personal hcs idk if ur jammin it but i sure am)

….yes and it’s led to kent peacing out of difficult or stressful conversations prematurely, a lot of the time. it’s just. he knows his stammer is going to come out, and it’s embarrassing, and he already doesn’t want to talk about his fucking feelings, so it’s easier to just… not.

honestly, for a long time, no one really knows how bad it gets except his therapist.

during their first session, carla asked kent why he was there and kent said, “i’m just. i’m, i’m so—so, unhn—” and then he felt his throat close up, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to say anything coherently for several minutes at least. he just snapped his mouth shut. he didn’t want to hear himself struggle through the words.

he brought hand up to cover his face, though, so he wouldn’t have to see the impatient expression he knew from experience was coming. his other hand he kept clutched into a fist in his lap. it was just so embarrassing. he couldn’t even fucking manage two goddamn words: i’m unhappy. four syllables. what was so hard about that?

carla just waited quietly, though. after a while kent managed to say, “f-fu-ck, uh—s-sorry.”

“what for?” carla said.

“i—i can’t e-ven fu-fucking speak.” kent managed a weak laugh. “ex-plaining’s—gonna—take—forever.”

he shouldn’t have even come. what did he think this was gonna help? all he was doing was wasting this woman’s time.

“i think you’ll find i’m very patient,” carla said. she scribbled something on her notepad. “we’ll do a two-hour session, next time, okay? give you plenty of time to explain.”

kent took a deep breath. “’kay.”

carla smiled. “good. wanna try writing stuff down?”

“s-s—” kent started, but carla just winked and handed him an extra notepad and a pen from her desk, so it was just easier for kent to scrawl, sure across the first page. then, he added, this feels silly.

carla wrote something on her own notepad and held it up. her handwriting was even worse than kent’s, practically illegible, and he had to squint for a second until he realized it said, whatever works.

carla looked back down at her notepad and frowned, which made kent laugh so hard that his stomach started to hurt.

“m-maybe you should just talk,” he said.

carla gave him an unimpressed look. kent decided he probably liked her. maybe this therapy thing was worth something, after all.

Kind of a crappy quality photo, but one of my co-workers asked me how long I’ve been at this whole working out/trying to get healthier thing as we were walking to our cars tonight. So, I decided to check out my progress.

It’s astonishing to me that it’s only been 14 months since I made a somewhat serious commitment to my health. Tonight, after a long 13 hour shift on my feet in the PICU, I did my measurements. I’m 21.8 pounds and 27 inches down in just over a year. Those numbers mean very little when compared to how much I can physically do that I simply couldn’t do before, though.


This one turned out being longer than I expected. Not a prompt request this time, but this one has been bouncing around in my head for a month. Needed to get it out! I hope you enjoy it. As always, any prompts or ideas feel free to send them my way! Anyway, thank you for reading!

Jaune walked through the hallways of Beacon, hands deep in his pockets. His usual goofy smirk was missing from his face as a deep scowl graced it instead. His team walked behind him, giving him an unusual breadth of space. Ren was stoic as usual, Nora was humming happily though every once in a while she would glance over nervously at Jaune. Pyrrha was the most obvious, walking nervously behind Jaune, her hands clutched nervously behind her back as she kept her eyes glued on him, looking for any sort of sign.

“Hey Jaune!” Ruby’s high pitched voiced called out, waving from the end of the hallway, the rest of her team behind her just having gotten out of class.

Jaune just continued to walk, scowling at the ground.

“Jaune? Jaune!” Ruby repeated.

Jaune’s eyes widened as he took a step back. He had been zoned out and hadn’t realized that he had almost ran straight into her. “Oh, hey Ruby! Sorry, I was a little uh distracted.” He offered with a sad smile before turning and walking away.

“Hey, is he okay?” Yang asked curiously, a bit concerned he wasn’t up to his usual bravado.

“It’s… complicated.” Pyrrha offered, watching her. “He means well, please don’t take it the wrong way.” She tried to apologize for him.

As Jaune was walking away he failed to notice Cardin approaching him.

“Oh please no.” Pyrrha said under her breath, causing the rest of the two teams to follow her gaze.

Cardin bumped into Jaune with a laugh, shoving him into a locker door.

“Jaune!” Pyrrha called out but it was too late.

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A while back, I remember watching Imagine Dragon’s “Warriors” promotional MV for the 2014 LoL World Championship. I thought it was neat in terms of how their videos like Road to the Cup and Warriors were produced and weaved together for that hype factor. I wanted to do a video like that for TF2: ridiculous as all hell, but awesome enough to get people excited. Eventually, Season 18 of ESEA rolled around with LAN right around the corner, and after picking a song and a theme - as well as a week of hard work and sleep deprivation - me, Dashner and Airon managed to put together our secret Season 18 LAN intro video. 

Complete with mildly self-aware lampshading, the video revolves around the theme of how TF2 is struggling - but not dying. Even though there’s a lot of familiar faces disappearing or choosing to hang up their hats and put away their guns, that doesn’t mean the game is gone. People come and go and it’s disheartening - if you choose to fight, then fight as hard as you can. Back your team up, support them through times when it seems tough, learn as much as you can, and aim for better. 

Thanks to everybody who liked the intro when it debuted at LAN, I felt like I was at a rock concert! Best of luck to all the Invite teams to fight for the top. 

Autistic Bucky Barnes comparing his face to an old photo of him to see if he can see the resemblance, his prosopagnosia means he struggles to identify them as the same face though and it takes a long time for him to be convinced

Autistic Bucky being really sensory seeking in regards to touch but also terrified of touching the wrong person or object due to his PTSD, at first he also doesn;t feel safe with anybody else touching him

Autistic Bucky having sarcasm explained to him every time someone uses a phrase by people who assume he cannot understand, he eventually organises a hand signal to indicate to the others when he doesn’t understand something because them presuming one way or the another is really annoying

Autistic Bucky believing his disorder to be a result of what happened to him when he first recieves the diagnosis, it is only several months later when a memory comes back to him of him practicing stock sentences in front of the mirror as a chid that he realises that he was always like this and rather than a product of his programming it’s actually something he’s managed to hold onto

Twisted Up//Derek Hale

(A/N): During their free day, Derek and Reader get caught up in a fierce game of Twister.

As requested by: @derekhaleisthetruealpha

Thanks for the request! :)


A rare moment of much needed serenity fell upon you in the early hours of this particular day. Your love, Derek laid near your side with his head propped on his elbow, while you are lying near his side. Tracing imaginary shapes over his toned chest, you adjust your entangled limbs as you sigh in bliss. As your actions continue, Derek’s eyes wander over you, gleaming in adoration and wonder.

“What do you want to do today?” he asks softly, breaking the silence. His husky voice reverbs off the walls as you think for a moment. Having a day off for just the two of you was a rare occasion, and as much as you loved spending time with people, you wanted to keep Derek all to yourself for as long as possible.

“Let’s play a game,” you suggest excitedly, sitting up from your position. Derek raised an eyebrow towards you, taking an interest in your idea. “Twister!”

“Seriously (Y/N),” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. A lazy smile graces his lips as he continues. “Don’t you think we’re getting a little too old for that.”

“Speak for yourself,” you scoff playfully, leaning over him with your hands on either side of his head. His eyes flicker to your lips momentarily as you lean in closer. You watch as his eyes close expectantly, causing a smirk to tug at your lips. He lifts his head as you move in even closer, brushing your lips over his. Dodging past his kiss, you put your lips to his earlobe.

“Get up, lazy bones,” you whisper, making him groan and run a hand through his tousled hair. His half lidded eyes glance up towards you as you sit up straighter.

“Come on, just treat this like a training session,” you persist, jumping to your feet. The cold floor burned against your bare feet as you shifted your weight from side to side. “You really do need to work on your flexibility.”

“Fine, fine. If that’s what you really want to do, I’ll do it,” he offers, reminding you of just one of the many reasons why you love him. Your heart glows with happiness as grin creeps at your lips. Without another word, you dart out of the room to begin preparing. After a few minutes of searching, you finally found the Twister game you had left here so long ago. Soon everything was nearly set up and a wild Derek finally appears.

“So, what’s the point of this game again?” he asks, stretching his muscular arms above his head. The plastic mat crinkled under your touch as you spread it out on the floor.

“Just to see who is physically superior, no biggie,” you exaggerate lamely, unfolding one of the corners.

“That shouldn’t be too hard,” he states, cracking his neck. You then realise this might not be as easy as you might’ve previously thought, yet that only fuels your need to win. You grab the spinner from the box, holding it at the ready. You look to Derek as he gives you a nod to spin.

“Right foot, blue,” you call, executing the simple move. The mat slips against the floor from your overly confident move, shifting it a few feet over. You quickly recover looking over at Derek, who wasn’t the least but impressed yet.

“Well, this seems easy enough,” he announces, proudly setting his foot on a blue dot near the center. The next few rounds are simple, but getting to the spinner is becoming quite challenging. Your limbs quickly become entangled together, but not in the most comforting way. Even in your odd positions, you and Derek are still holding on strong with neither of you showing any signs of weakness.

“Left hand, green,” you call, putting yourself into a wide push-up stance, which was much easier than your previous crab-like set up. It seemed like those long training sessions were finally paying off. Turning your head to the side, you see Derek struggling to reach over your body. A smile smile tugs at his lips as his fingers nearly brush against the circle, whether it was out of frustration or purely out of the object of this silly game, you couldn’t tell.

“Have I just entered an alternate universe or did you just smile?” you tease with a giggle, attempting to keep your balance. Derek rolls his eyes playfully and finally plants his hand firmly on the dot.

“If you’re going to insult me at least try harder,” he grunts, readjusting his body so that your back was pressed against his chest. A burst of butterflies attack your stomach from his simple touch. You bit your lip as you flicked the stubborn spinner with your index finger.

“Left hand, yellow,” you groan, feeling your muscles ache as your arms starts to shake. Somehow you are able to make the move, but Derek’s weight still weighs heavily against your backside.

“Maybe, we should play this game more often?” he notes lowly. His hot breath against your ear distracts you, but you know better than to let him distract you, being the vicious competitor that you are. You knew of his unfair tactic that had fooled you once before and were not going to give him the satisfaction again.

“Right hand, blue,” you announce, setting your hand comfortably on your dot. Derek pauses for a moment, collecting his confidence, before making his unsteady movement. You could see him struggling to keep his balance even though his face remained composed.

“Right foot, red,” you say with a smirk. This was it. There was no way that Derek would be able to cross his legs over you and keep his balance. He was skilled, anyone would see that, but not that skilled. You felt him shift against you, attempting to make the difficult move. Within a blink of an eye,you’re sent tumbling to the floor with Derek landing to your side. As your eyes meet his hazel ones, you both burst out laughing. Snorts and giggles ring through the otherwise empty loft.

Your sore limbs rest against the sticky mat as your laughter does down, allowing for your muscles to take a break. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Derek sitting up, causing your curiosity to peak. You remain still while he leans over you, the plastic mat shifting under his movements. He leans over placing a gentle kiss on your lips, provoking the butterflies in your stomach once again. A sweet smile curls at your lips as he pulls away.

“Another round?”

“You’re on.”