this is gonna be a long post so get some coffee or tea, grab a comfy blanket, and brace yourself!!
i woke up at 5:30 this morning to give myself plenty of time to mentally prepare and enjoy my coffee. i know some runners say not to have coffee before a race, but i find that having it 2-3 hours before a run works for me.
i was lost as to what i should wear. it was going to be cold in the morning, but once the sun came out, it would be a steady 50s, clear, with light breezes. i ended up wearing a moisture-wicking short sleeve top, my shorts, and throwing a uniqlo fleece long sleeve over top.
my uber driver was such a sweet older man and he said “GO GET EM HONEY. SHOW EM WHAT YOU GOT” when he dropped me off. i love people.
i got to the starting line around 6:50am to pick up my packet, and L O R D it was beautiful but so so cold. i hid in the bathroom because it was warmed hehe.
i don’t have any pictures of me during the race, but here’s a mile by mile recap:
miles 1-3: the first couple miles were downhill, and then flat. i took it slow because my biggest fear was going out too quickly and losing steam later on. it was a good call, and i stayed in the 8:40s for all three splits.
miles 4-6: i was feeling GREAT and started to pass by and run with other really strong runners at this point. i stayed in the safe zone, in the low 8:30s. it was completely flat, save for two steep bridges. i was smiling the entire time because it felt like flying.
miles 7-8: i had to pull myself back a bit here, because we had hit a turnaround and there was a slight increase in elevation. it wasn’t too bad, and i ran exact 8:45s for both miles. the bridges were definitely harder this time around, but i stayed strong and stuck to my conservative pace.
miles 9-12: this is where i started to hit the wall. the race corkscrews around. there was some downhill and uphill, but it stayed flat for the most part. i knew that i had to stay at an easy pace if i wanted to finish the race strong, so i ran at 9:05 for these three miles. the mental game was loud and i was neck and neck with a few really amazing women who were running at my pace too.
mile 13: for whatever reason, i thought that the race was 13.6 and not 13.1, so when i hit mile 13 i stuck at a slower pace- around 8:55. it wasn’t until i saw the finish line that i started sprinting.
My overall time was 1:57:30. I don’t know what my chip time is, but I will be updating the post later with my official!
I cried at the end of my race because this is something I’ve been working towards for years. When I was 16, in 2012, I had signed up for the BAA Boston half marathon. But because of my eating disorder’s restrictive habits, I injured my ankle (more on this later). I gave up running for two years after that.
Finally, years later, I ran it. I ran my half marathon and finished with an amazing time. My goal was just sub-2 hours, but I surpassed that.
This is a day I want to remember forever- not just because it’s a half marathon, but because it symbolizes everything I have gone through to live life in joy, in health, and in love. Grateful to God for all of this.
I combined the prompt 60. “Oh, do that
again.” with @leiascully exercise challenge.
Set after “My
Struggle” most likely; around that time anyway.
His fist raised to
knock, Mulder pauses a moment, realizing he’s never been here before.
The first time they
were partnered, before they were ever anything else, how long did it take him
to come to her place? A week, maybe? Two? He can’t remember. The forgetting, he
realized early in his treatment, is a side effect of his medication. Some days
he curses it, like he curses so many things. Other days, he accepts silently,
almost joyously. When it comes to Scully and their past, though, he doesn’t
want to forget even the most insignificant moment.
He knocks, finally.
His knuckles tingle as he waits for her to open the door. Gone are the times
when they lived in the same place, coming in and going out with a kiss hello or
goodbye; gone are the days he has a key to her place. Scully has invited him
over, though, for the first time in almost a year so maybe this means they’re
making progress. Or she is just tired of constantly driving out to their – now
his, as she likes to remind him – house. Either way, he won’t complain. He
won’t ask either, though. Mulder is not sure he’s still allowed to ask; their
relationship, in whatever form it is, twists anew at every turn and right now
he can’t tell where he is, where she is. Where they are. So he stays quiet,
masks it with a smile, and he is certain she does the same. He’s learning to
take baby steps, do one thing to get to another. The days where he jumped in,
no questions asked, no action thought through, those are gone, too.
Scully greets him when the door finally opens. She stares him up and down as if
she’s been expecting someone else.
“Why are you dressed
like that, Mulder?”
casual clothes.” He explains slowly, looking at her. Of course she’s
dressed for the occasion already: tight black running shorts and a very form
fitting, short sleeved running top in a deep, dark blue. Mulder tries not to
stare, tries not to react, but he’s like a Pavlovian dog when it comes to her.
She clears her throat and he swears he hears her amusement. Some things simply
never change. His eyes meet hers and the twinkle he sees there lets him think
today might be a good day for them.
“Why are you
wearing casual clothes, Mulder? You can’t run in jeans.”
“I can run wearing
an Armani suit, Scully, so the question is I can’t or you won’t let me?” Just
like that her mood shifts; there’s the slightest quiver around her lips that
would go undetected by anyone who hasn’t spent the last twenty years observing
her, loving her.
“I know, I
know,” he apologizes, “I just didn’t want to scare away my Uber with
“Mulder, you need
a car.” She finally opens the door wider and Mulder, albeit hesitantly,
steps in. The apartment, he realizes, is not at all what he expected or feared.
There is nothing here that screams Scully at him. A few picture frames are up
and the book shelf carries a few medical journals, a couple of books. There are
no personal trinkets. He sees none of the novels she still claims not to own,
the ones that are full of fairytale romances, tropical settings and atrocious
writing. Mulder stumbled upon one of her dog-eared paperbacks a couple of days
ago when he tried to tidy the place up. Just in case, he tells himself. In case
she ever wants to come home.
“That’s why I
took this job, Scully. Skinner promised me a car.” She rolls her eyes
while massaging oil into her legs. The smell reminds him of lazy Sundays years
ago when she, not him, wanted to go running. Just in case, she’d told him. In
case of what, he’d wondered even then. Unbeknownst to them it had been the beginning
of the end. Yet, the sweet scent fills him with a longing. At least back then
they’d been living together, sharing their lives, such as they were.
“If you want to
keep said job, Mulder, you need to get back into exercising.” She pats his
stomach, which he believes is still firm enough.
“Are you saying I
continues her pre-run routine with stretches that make Mulder hot for entirely
different reasons than exercise, “I’m saying you need to get back into
shape. Which is why I’m asking you again: why are you wearing this? Where are
your running clothes?”
“Like I told
you,” Mulder says, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans patiently and
slowing down even more when he sees Scully watching him intently, “I
didn’t want to scare away the driver. I came prepared.” Taking his jeans
off all the way reveal his running tights. Scully bought them for him a couple
of years ago and he protested, preferring his much looser shorts, but she told
him to try it anyway. He’s been wearing the tights ever since.
fit?” Her voice, as well as her eyes, soften, the memory though unspoken
seems almost palpable in the small room. Afraid to break the spell and unable
to form words anyway, Mulder just nods.
Scully raises her arms into the air, her top riding up and revealing the
slightest peek at her stomach. The need to touch her there is almost unbearable
and he straightens his own shirt to distract himself and his hands. Scully
lowers her arms and the moment is gone, leaving only the lingering sense of
longing. “Let’s go?” Her hands are on her hips and she’s staring at
him, challenging him. Some things really do never change, he thinks, and nods.
They return an hour
later with Scully hobbling on her feet and clinging to him. Mulder offered to
carry her and upon receiving the eyebrow withdrew his offer and instead put his
arms around her. He’s essentially carrying her this way, too, but he knows she
lets it count because her feet are still on the ground. Her body is warm, hot
even, after their intense run. She tried to outrun him knowing that despite her
smaller physique, she is in much better shape. They didn’t speak at all, just
ran, and somehow always fell into step with the other. Until they suddenly
Mulder,” she’d told him through gritted teeth, trying to stretch her left
leg and keep running. “We can keep going.” She’d said then, her wet,
teary eyes betraying the strong resolve in her voice.
“The only place
we’re going is your place – and slowly.” She had not protested then,
except for when he tried to carry her, and now here they are. Scully lets go of
him and he almost reaches out to stop her, not ready to lose the close contact,
and wobbles into her bedroom. She doesn’t tell him to follow and Mulder stands
there, half in, half out. His eyes wander about, searching for his jeans, so he
can leave. Maybe. He doesn’t know what the protocol is in this situation.
muffled voice comes from the bedroom. He takes a few steps and stops in the doorway.
The room is as sparsely decorated as the living room, maybe even more so. It
reminds him of a hotel, not the ones they used to stay in, in a very sterile,
very impersonal way.
“Could you, uhm…
I hate to ask this of you, but…” Scully is sitting on her bed; she’s taken
her shoes off, but she is still wearing the rest of her running gear. She looks
young and cute and as much as Mulder wants to voice this, his feelings for her,
he keeps quiet and waits for her to go on.
“My leg really
hurts and… it’s just a kink. I had it before and uhm, the best way to get rid
of it is a massage.” She’s unable to meet her eyes so his grin goes
unnoticed. He clears his throat and nods. Which of course she doesn’t see
Just tell me what to do.” She sends him into the tiny bathroom to get oil.
There are several small bottles and Mulder doesn’t want to think about why she
even has them. He picks the one that smells like peppermint, knowing she
prefers that for her after run routine. At least he hopes this still rings true.
By the time he comes back, Scully has taken off her running tights. The sight
should not paralyze him like this; it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, touched
before. He used to kiss down her legs, tickling her behind the knee and making
her laugh out loud in delight.
“Mulder? What are
you doing?” Her question jolts him back to the present time.
“Nothing. I just
got the oil.” He joins her on the bed and wonders if he should take off
his own clothes. He is positive that he reeks. But his hand lands on her thigh
and she moans – loudly. Mulder forgets everything else after that. He uncaps
the small, green bottle and pours some of the oil into his hands. He’s done
this before, of course. As he puts his hands on her soft skin and starts
kneading gently, he can’t help but think of other times they did this. When she
moans again, in a way that reminds him of a different situation altogether, he
closes his eyes as if in pain only to realize it’s even worse, his mind feeding
him unwanted memories. No one, least of all Scully, taught him to navigate
this; the remains of their relationship. I need time, she had told him once
when she came by the house to pick up a few things, and you need to get better
without me here, she’d finished, leaving him again, alone and waiting. No manual
to sift through; even if, as Scully would most certainly remind him, he never
reads the manual anyway.
“Oh, do that
again!” Scully moans and that’s when Mulder stops.
“I can’t do this,
Scully.” His hands remain on her leg, warm and firm, oily and soft.
great, Mulder,” she assures him, her face sideways on the pillow, her eyes
closed, “Just keep going, please.”
“No, I mean I
can’t do this, whatever this is.” One eye opens, then the other as she
shifts to look at him. “Why did you even ask me to come here? I can go
running at home, you know. You used to do it there, too. It’s a much nicer
right,” she sits up with difficulty, “Maybe I wasn’t completely
honest when I asked you come here to exercise together.”
“Are you going to
make me guess?” Mulder asks when he can’t stand the silence any longer;
his therapist implored him to work on his patience, and he has, but right now,
he can’t wait when his heart beats faster with a sense of hopeful longing he
hasn’t felt in a while.
“Maybe I finally
wanted you to see this place,” Scully admits, biting her lower lip; he
knows her, reads her easily, and he knows she’s still holding back something,
and so he waits, one eyebrow raised, “Do you like this apartment,
Mulder?” For a moment he considers lying.
“No. I hate
it.” He tells her honestly and she nods.
“I hate it,
too,” she admits, her eyes never leaving his, “I miss our
house,” she hasn’t called it that in a long, long time, “But I wanted
you to see it and well, give you a key. I didn’t mean for my leg to be this
bad. This – the massage was not part of my plan.”
“You had a
she chuckles, “I thought I’d give you a key so you could consider this
your home away from home, too.”
“That’s what this
is for you? A home away from home?”
takes his hand into hers and stares at his fingers, gently running her own over
the back of his hand, “It’s a refuge. I needed one, Mulder. At least for a
while. I’m keeping it because… it’s so much closer to work than the house, Mulder.”
“I’m not sure I understand
what you’re saying.” Scully rolls her eyes at him, but then smiles.
“I want us to
stay here during the week and then… go home for the weekends.”
want us to live here together?”
“Unless you don’t
“Scully, as long
as there’s an us, I want it all.” She grins at him coyly then and lets go
of his hand.
going to therapy, though.” It’s not a question and he nods. “You’ll
keep taking your meds.” Another nod follows as a huge grin appears on his
face. “We’re not… we still have a long way to go, Mulder.” He wants
to take her into his arms, hold her tight and never let go, kiss her and never
taste anything else ever again, but he stays put, waits for her.
“You came up with
this whole you need to exercise ploy to make me come to your apartment? Scully,
you know you could have called.”
she tells him, leaning into his space and he can’t wait until they’re ready to
take the next step, when this is not just banter but foreplay, “but let’s
face it Mulder: you really are out of shape.”
“Says the woman
with the leg injury.”
“It’s not an
injury, it’s just – why are you grinning like that, Mulder?”
Scully. No reason at all.” It’s happiness, he knows, and when she returns
his smile he knows she sees it, too.
The sounds of his feet pelting along the wet asphalt are ringing in his ear, the smell of rain, blood and ichor in his nose, traces of adrenaline ebbing in a slow hum as he has one goal in mind.
He quickly sheds his gear, scrubs himself down in the shower and grabs the first nice clothes he spots in the closet. He sprays his favorite scent and rushes off to get to the part of the city that’s bustling with life, neon lights and music.
He slips into the building past the queue of people and bouncers who barely acknowledge his appearance, well-acquainted with his standing with the club’s owner.
He’s careful to avoid moving bodies that are all around him, dancing to the beat of the music blasting from every corner. He doesn’t care for the song, the dancing, the drinks. He doesn’t care for anything or anyone, except the tingle starting in his belly, spreading through his entire body, buzzing with anticipation and desire to lay eyes on him.
Please do a grayson dolan imagine where you are both youtubers and you collab and fans ship you together and then he hints that he likes you in a video :) . I really like your writing btw like your writing style is amazing keep writing amazing imagines ❤️
a/n : thanks for the request babe, sorry that it’s really late. ily. it is also going to be a little short since I’m trying something different. you are my test imagine, if you guys like it i’ll write like this and the imagines will be longer.
a/n : also trying a new writing style, new perspective let me know what you think. feedback would be nice, tell me if you like this better.
Boy : Grayson Dolan
Warnings : none
He couldn’t contain himself when she had asked him and his brother to collab on a video. He didn’t think she knew who the Dolan Twins were. It was something out of a dream. Y/N knew who he was.
And when he stood in front of her apartment door he hesitated. The butterfly’s here taking flight in his tummy. He took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself, he reached up knocking on the door.
The door swings open a few seconds later. He couldn’t help but smile brightly at her. He quickly took in her appearance. She was wearing black cropped workout leggings and a teal PINK short sleeved top.
She looked stunning. Even with her hair in her signature messy bun.
“Come in.” She beamed inviting him in.
“Thanks.” He said in a nervous tone.
“Let’s do it.”
“WE HIT 3 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS!” The 2 excited teenagers yell. “And for a little bonus video of this week, we decided to do another Q&A.”
“So the first question comes from @ hotfordolans and she wants to know what 3 things could you not live without?” Grayson reads. “I say my phone, YouTube and you guys.”
“Since Grayson’s a douche and forgot to mention me-”
“It’s only 3 things-” Grayson interrupts.
“Shut up. Anyways, I’m going to say my hair dye, YouTube and you guys as well.” Ethan laughs.
“You can’t say the same things as me.” Grayson mumbles.
“Next question. Why aren’t you and Y/N dating yet you guys are so cute. I ship it…”
“SHIP WHERE?” Both boys say bursting out laughing.
“Gray I’m guessing this question is for you.”
“I mean, she’s honestly so gorgeous, and yeah maybe we’ll end up dating in the future.” He winks to the camera.
“Grayson has a crush guys.”
“I mean, I’d call it more than a crush but okay.”
“Well there you have it.” Ethan announces in a deeper voice.
Grayson looks down at his lap, his mind going back to the day where Y/N and him had made a video. That day felt like a blur to him but it was clear in his mind. There was chemistry between the two of them for sure, and he’s right maybe they will date in the future.
A/N: I saw this request and thought it would be nice and fluffy to do, hope you enjoy xx
“Y/N…Dean, Breakfast” Sam called from the kitchen. You
opened your heavy eyes and sat up quickly. However, a little too quickly as you
received both a head rush and cramp creeping up your calf. You flopped back on your
bed and twisted around in pain especially from the cramp whilst your eyes
squeezed shut. You rubbed your head with one hand and massaged your calf with
Finally, when both subsided you slowly got up again, with
your head still throbbing at the temples. You pulled your bed blanket over your
shoulders and wrapped it around your shivering body as sweat rolled down your forehead.
You shuffled from your room and lightly crashed into the walls whilst you stumbled
towards the kitchen. “Out the way squirt!” Dean yelled from behind you. You only
had time to look back at him and see the large childish smile brimming on his
face before he bowled you over in the narrow hallway. Dean kept running to the
kitchen whereas you fell to the ground quite easily in your fragile state. You
rolled your eyes at your eldest brother before gingerly getting back and
heading towards the kitchen.
You came to the kitchen where the usual mouth-watering smell
of eggs and bacon was present. However now these smells made you feel dizzy and
your stomach seemed to be doing somersaults. “There you are” Sam looked up and
smiled when you entered, “You better hurry or Dean will eat your breakfast”.
Sam looked fresh faced and in a light grey T-shirt whilst Dean was hunched over
his plate with his mouth full whilst wearing a black short sleeved top. You
shuffled over to your brothers, still cocooned in your blanket and slowly
lifted yourself onto the bar stool, “Dean can have it…I don’t feel too good”
you mumbled. Dean’s eyes lit up whilst he pulled you breakfast over to him and
happily began to wolf down your bacon.
Sam clicked into big brother mode and walked around to you with a slight
worried expression painted on his face, “Yeah I’ll agree with you there bug,
you don’t look to peachy” he sighed. He hated seeing you anything other than
your normal happy self. He placed his hands lightly around the top of your
throat and under your chin, your head lolled in Sam’s hands. The lights were
too bright and Dean was eating too loudly and it all made you feel
uncomfortable and dizzy. Maybe you should have just stayed in bed.