you know you run cross country when

Pietro Maximoff supporting his children at sporting events would include...

Requested by anon
“Pietro supporting his children at sporting events fluffiness”

If I’m being honest, I had no idea how to put this into a full one shot, and thought a headcanon would have been easier and sometimes they’re just as good :)

Headcanon / Full Masterlists

small authors note: i gave you and pietro three kids. gender/names are not specified so that is all how your mind picks it up; for the kids i used their ages to specify which one i was talking about and use “they/them” pronouns 

  • Pietro would be so happy his kids like sports
  • It’s even better if they like to run track/cross country
  • let’s say you and pietro have three kids 
  • And, obviously, he is all about the running and making sure to work out because running!is!fun!!!!
  • even if you don’t like it, somehow it get’s passed down to your kids
  • but you don’t argue
  • at least they’re outside being active
  • and not staying inside watching tv shows excessively and on the computer for hours at a time
  • (HAHA who am i kidding my kids will have a tumblr from day one)
  • but they’re making friends from it
  • and they enjoy it
  • and they’re very hyperactive i mean look at pietro he’s hyper in itself of course your kids are like him, too.
  • so it’s getting all that energy out
  • FORGET “SOCCER MOM” he is the ultimate soccer dad
  • because nearly every kid starts out playing soccer (even i did…and now look at me)
  • he will volunteer to bring all the snacks and water for the kids
  • then after the season ends he will throw a huge party 
    • sometimes he gets to have it at stark tower if tony is out of town
    • dont tell tony
    • he cant know
  • he wishes he were the coach but with this superspeed thing it would be hard for the children to understand and he kinda has this whole “saving the world” thing on his shoulders so its probably not the best idea for him to do that
  • but damn
  • he is standing on the sidelines at every game
  • he is screaming for your kids team to get the ball
  • “pietro please don’t swear in front of the kids.”
  • pietro has gotten so into he’s sworn so much that he’s been asked to leave
  • pietro would be so hype to go to every. single. game.
  • Stark needed him for something? It can wait until after the game.
  • Cap needs him on a mission? He’ll be there once the game is over.
    • “Pietro, your kids will have a million games. You can miss this one.”
    • “They aren’t going to be this small ever again, I’m not missing the game. You are not my top priority, my kids are.’
  • fast forward a few years so we can talk about other sports than soccer
  • all throughout elementary school the eldest kid decides to stick with soccer and is really good at it
  • the middle kid ends up deciding soccer is not for them and picks up a bat ready to frickin hit that ball out of the park even if they are super small they still get home runs, and the youngest decides they like basketball.
  • and just because pietro is getting older does not mean he is getting any less hype. he will be hype all his life. he is pietro maximoff.
  • more years pass because there are more sports options as you get older so:
  • lets say now you and pietro have a sophomore (15-16 y/o), a eighth grader (13/14 y/o), and a seventh grader (like 12?)
  • in highschool the eldest is still sticking with soccer because they’re a fast runner and are really good, plus a bunch of their friends are still on the team and its really fun
  • pietro almost cries when they come home saying they want to join the team
    • “I’ve been waiting for this day to come”
    • “dad, are you crying?”
    • “He’s just happy, dear, you know he loves to run.”
    • “but it’s…it’s just cross country…I’m not even on the team yet.”
    • “Let him have this…it’s better that way”
    • “yn i am so fucking happy they like running wE CAN ENTER MARATHONS TOGETHER BABE”
    • “im happy for you pietro”
  • and when the middle child is in 8th grade (13/14 y/o) they make the baseball/softball team 
  • so now they’re not in a random team outside of school this one is with the school
  • pietro loves to help throw the ball for them to hit back and run around the backyard
  • yes, the child and pietro have broken so many windows you have found non shattering glass
  • they still break it
  • but hey thats how the kid hits the home runs
  • the amount of balls on your roof though
  • there are so many
  • one day it gets to window out and everyone is at the table eating dinner and all the sudden like fifteen balls go past the window
    • “please stop hitting them on the roof”
  • there is no stopping pietro
  • okay and your youngest child is not as into sports as the other two, but really likes basketball
  • they don’t want to be on the school team, they like the community team better and have more friends there
  • the youngest is more introverted and quiet and at school, very shy, so they like to do a lot of reading and writing and you best bet they have a wattpad and a tumblr and an ao3
  • so when people from school hear that the youngest maximoff will literally scream on the court, no one believes it because no one from the school is on the community team and doesn’t think young maximoff is capable of screaming
  • one day they’re invited to play at recess 
  • and damn, young maximoff makes everyone’s eyes go wide when they get on the court
  • because they have skills
  • young maximoff knows what they’re doing
  • young maximoff will call someone out if something is wrong
  • young maximoff is not afraid to yell
  • young maximoff is a really good shot
  • but dang when recess is over and they go back to being their shy selves, people still want to talk to them and get to know them
  • and before they know it, young maximoff is asked to play basketball everyday
  • to wrap this up pietro loves his kids and is so so so so so so supportive and loves to watch them run around the field (or on a track) and is very pleased.
  • now he’s just waiting for the day one of them comes home saying “uh, mom, dad, i can run…really fast…like dad…”
  • because bruce told them since the power is in pietro’s dna it’s a possibility that the kids could have the power, too
  • but until then, you and pietro will watch from the sidelines with big smiles on your faces
  • pietro is soccer mom™
The Soulmate Theory (Soulmate AU)

Request: Can you please do #2 and #3 with Jun? Thank you much :)

2) “I’m always tired…but never of you.”
3) “I’d be a terrible person if I let you do something stupid alone.”

Member: Seventeen’s Jun x Y/N

Type: Fluff

You tapped your pen against the metal spiral holding together your notebook and attempted not to scowl. You were unsure why you had signed up for this class, especially now that you were having to pay for an education. College wasn’t something you imagined as being such a series of hits or misses, but man, were you picking the wrong elective courses. 

You looked up to your instructor, a bulbous man of around fifty. He had probably been balding since before you were born and judging by his lack of wedding ring, you assumed he had been divorced about as long. 

Which was juuuust perfect. 

When a man is teaching a class about soul mate lore, it was definitely best if he had divorced who you had assumed to be his soulmate. His first words tattoo stood out brightly on his exposed forearm, bits of it faded or scabbed from his apparent attempts in trying to remove it. 

The irony was just too good. 

“Today’s lesson,” his raspy voice croaked. “Will be focused on “Soulmate Identifying Marks.” Now I know you all received a brief overview of this in high school, but today we’ll be diving in depth to really explore soul marks and their use in our culture.” 

You rolled your eyes and subconsciously glanced down at your knee. Through a small rip in your jeans, you could just barely see a snippet of the scrawled text that had appeared on your skin years ago. Looking up again, you noticed your classmates around you were doing the same. 

You were all just trying to figure it out. 

Admittedly, for awhile, you didn’t believe in soulmates. As your professor had mentioned, you had all gone through classes in middle and high school to explain the unique condition your species had been subjected to. The multifaceted world of soulmates was not an easily digestible one. Different cultures experienced different things, and if you didn’t have the same type of soul mark as the other people in your household, it only meant you were destined to travel, that your soulmate was in a completely different country than you were. 

From the country you had come from, in general, you would be born with a birthmark that would be similar to your future soulmate’s birthmark. This difference in skin pigmentation could appear at any point of your young adult life, starting as soon as you hit puberty. You had waited and waited, but no such birthmark occurred. 

Your mother had been entirely too stressed about your future love life, or lack there of. She took you to religious officials, doctors, and even once, a tattoo artist. No one had an answer for her, but you were at peace with that. Surely there were others out there like you who didn’t have a mark, and you would be okay. Someone would find you…someday. 

Until you woke up one morning and noticed clouded gray marks dotting your kneecap. Scrubbing for nearly an hour in the bathroom only made it worse, the words becoming more clear than any ink smudge could. 

And your mother had become happy again. 

You didn’t not have a soulmark, just a different one, belonging to a different culture. 

After a quick google search, you had discovered that your type of soul mark mostly appeared in East Asia. Once your mother found out, she had every college pamphlet from Hong Kong to Tokyo picked out for you. Before you were even capable of realizing the future you were launching yourself towards, you had your suitcase packed to begin your tour of countries you had never dreamed of visiting. 

And that’s how you ended up here. 

In Seoul, trying to figure out exactly why your bodies had become this way. 

But this guy wouldn’t be giving you the answers. 

“Soul marks are an identifying characteristic to help two individuals find each other, such as complimentary birthmarks, or as in our country, the first words you hear spoken by your soulmate. The mark may appear any time after puberty,” your professor continued, droning in monotone as he read verbatim from your textbook. “Of course in the following units, we’ll go over sense alterations and other signs seen in varying countries. When our body sciences began to include soul mate identifying capabilities, divorce rates…have dropped and life expectancies are still increasing.” 

“If you were born in South Korea,” he continued blandly. You had a difficult time looking at him, his facial expressions becoming more and more disinterested in the actual words he was saying. “Or have a soul mate from an East Asian country, we have all become familiar with the words marking our skin. Very rarely does someone become a young adult without seeing words written on their flesh. Of course there are varying factors. Our culture seems to forget those who are deaf or have different disabilities. Most often, we’re left to our own worst thoughts that we don’t have soul mates, but realistically, that will only occur for under three percent of the population.” 

“Is that around the world or just East Asia?” someone called out. 

The professor chuckled before shaking his head. “East Asia, do you really think I care that far to search numbers around the world? I hardly care outside of Korea.”

You looked up uneasily and scanned the classroom, locking eyes with a handsome boy you had recognized during roll call. His name had seemed foreign in structure, so he was just as displaced in this new country as you were. He gave you a sad smile and lifted his brows before turning his face back to the instructor. You continued to look around at your fellow classmates, realizing that none of you looked similar. Every skin tone on the spectrum shone out underneath the florescent lights and you were proud. You had all enrolled here for the same reason. 

All of you had been the outliers in your cultures. All of you had soulmates dwelling in the 4,600,000 square miles of East Asia. All of you were here in hopes of bringing yourself a little bit closer to your destiny. 

You felt a rush of adrenaline flood your veins as you stuck your arm into the air, lifting it to be able to speak. 

“Oh…uh, yes…Y/N, is it?” your teacher asked, lifting his brows in surprise. 

“What happened to your soulmate?” you asked, incapable of biting your tongue any longer. “You’ve talking to us about soul marks in Korea, but you haven’t told us anything about yourself. Shouldn’t we hear your story?” 

“Oh,” he chuckled, crossing his arms. He tilted his forearm deliberately so you could no longer see the marred words printed there. “Well, I don’t think that’s necessarily a story I owe you.” 

“Don’t you though?” you prodded. “How can you be a subject matter expert when you don’t want to talk about how the subject applies to your life? I mean, you are quite literally telling us all that our society runs off of the idea of soulmates, granted, you don’t really care about those of us not from your own country, but we don’t even really know if you have one.” 

“Of course I have one,” he croaked. “And I don’t appreciate this attack on my character.” 

“It’s not an attack on your character,” you groaned. “If it’s to be considered an attack at all, it’s on your intelligence.” 

You looked around to see your classmates stifle their giggles, trying to hide smiles as you voiced all of the words they had been thinking. 

“Get out of my class,” the professor hissed. Your eyes grew wide as he stared at you. “And anyone else who shares the same opinion, you can feel free to leave as well.” 

You took a deep breath as you shut your book with the all of the force you were capable of. Shoving it in your backpack, you glanced up at the professor and nodded. You slung your bag over your shoulder and breathed in sharply as you noticed movement in your peripherals. You looked over to see the same boy you had made eye contact with previously, now packing his things and standing. 

“Anyone else?” the professor asked as you began down the steps of the auditorium style classroom. A buzz of conversation radiated around you as you moved, incapable of making eye contact with anyone else. You felt exhilarated as you walked, the first real time you had ever confronted anyone, let alone a teacher. You breezed out of the classroom and could only breath properly again once you reached one of the benches outside. You swung your book bag around and plopped it on the ground before exhaling. 

You involuntarily flinched as a body appeared beside yours on the bench. The boy who had walked out of the classroom as you had turned and nodded at you. 

“You didn’t agree with him either?” you chuckled, shaking your head. 

He smiled, tilting his own as he looked at you. “I’d be a terrible person if I let you do something stupid alone.” 

You stopped for a moment, almost numb to his words as he spoke them. You turned slowly to properly face him, dozens of questions attempting to assemble themselves in your brain and burst from your lips. 

He nodded brightly, a large grin on his face. “Yep, it’s me. I’m the guy.”

You furrowed your brows for a moment, thinking back to the words decorating your skin. You had stared at them for years, wondering about the male or female who would utter that one simple sentence. You always wondered the context, wondered exactly what the “stupid something” was going to be. …which made another thought spring to your lips. 

“Do you really think what I did was stupid?” 

“To some, maybe,” he chuckled. “But you stood up for yourself and called him out on some pretty problematic shit, so that’s neat.” 

You smiled as you shook your head, attempting to recall the first words you had spoken in his presence. “Wait…what do you have-”

He pulled up his sleeve, his smile never fading as he read the words from his forearm. “What happened to your soulmate?” 

“Oh man,” you chuckled. “Sorry…that had to be confusing.” 

“Admittedly,” he nodded. “I was kind of bummed when it wasn’t something more romantic. Maybe ‘I’ve finally found my home.” Or ‘I’m always tired, but never of you.’” 

You lifted a brow, trying to keep from giggling. “I never thought my soulmate would be so…”

“Handsome? Romantic? Adorable?” he grinned. 

“Cringy,” you snorted. “But for the record, the first thing you said to me wasn’t exactly Shakespearean.” 

He rolled his eyes, but still looked amused. “This makes for a better story I think.” 

“It would’ve made for a better story if we lead the charge and had the entire classroom walk out behind us,” you said with a wink. 

“Don’t rule that out just yet,” he whispered, gently tapping your knee. You looked up to see your fellow students filing out of the classroom you had both just left. Your grin couldn’t grow any wider as student after student passed in rapid fire discussion about what had just happened. 

“Hey,” you called out, noticing the girl you usually sat beside. “You all really left?” 

“No, he cancelled class early,” she muttered, hardly looking up from her phone. “Something about how he has to reassess life choices or something.” 

You heaved a sigh as you looked back to your legs and began to poke at the holes in the denim. You stretched the fabric to be able to see your skin in full. “I’d be a terrible person…”

As you were reading along silently to yourself, you felt the man beside you shift his position. Humming, he pulled at the hand you were using to shift your jeans, and wrapped it in his own instead. 

“I’m Junhui by the way,” he nodded. “You were probably wondering.” 

“I assumed I’d figure it out,” you smiled, nodding to him. 

“So maybe our story didn’t start with a classroom revolution,” he chirped. “But it did start, so that’s something.”

“Relentlessly optimistic,” you laughed. “I like it.” 

“You better,” he laughed as well. “Cause you’re kind of stuck with me now. The Soulmate theory says so.” 

“Is that how it works?” you teased. “Divorce rates are down, not nonexistent.” 

“Hey, hey,” he argued. “You can’t divorce me before we’ve even started dating.” 

“Who makes these rules, Junnie?” you smiled. 

“Me, I do,” he nodded. “And I say you’re stuck with me.” 

“Hmph,” you sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to live with that then.” 

“Try not to sound so enthusiastic,” he chuckled. He began to stand and tossed his bag over his arm. He reached down and tugged at your hand again. “Let’s go.” 

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Well, obviously we have to FaceTime my mom and let her know what happened. Then we have to FaceTime your mom and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you gasped. “Can’t we just…slow down? Get some coffee first maybe? Try to digest everything that just happened?” 

“Right. Coffee. Good idea,” he nodded. “Digesting. I can digest.” 

You laughed, shaking your head as you shouldered your book bag. What an interesting glance into your forever. 

Originally posted by wouhui

sincerely 3 x dieting!reader headcanons

{I just started a really restrictive and difficult diet a week ago for my health and it’s really bringing me down so here’s this::::::-)))}


- what a nerd

- this guy

- he just loves you like a lot and he knows it’s shitty to not be able to eat stuff you like

- definitely doesn’t sneak you ice cream when you tell him it’s a cheat day

- definitely doesn’t climb under the covers with you and share a pint of cookies & cream either

- keeps a little ziploc bag of individually wrapped candies in his bag and will hand you one with a wink when you tell him you had a bad day

- but otherwise he’s actually really intent on helping you stay on track as much as possible

- he just wants you to be happy and feel healthy

- he eventually gets into this habit of checking the menus of the restaurants he takes you to before you get there to make sure there’s something you can eat that isn’t something gross, like “…chickpeas or some shit, I don’t know.”

- you just laugh and give him a smooch because

- good boyf


- when you first tell him you’re starting the diet he’s legitimately confused. because he doesn’t see you as needing improvement. like really. he is genuinely surprised at the thought of you needing to change something about yourself

- but he understands that you need to be healthy and feel better

- he doesn’t get the food aspect of it but he will take you running for some exercise

- (im actually hc'ing that he likes 2 run and was in cross country when he was younger but gave it up when he got Sad)

- anyway

- running

- it’s hard for you but he’s always encouraging and makes sure you drink a lot of water

- btw don’t imagine Leggy Boy in shorter mid-thigh Nike running shorts goodbye jm. dead officially deceased im gone uhhhhhhn

- fdfbjjjs but once he understands how much you need this he makes an effort to improve his own habits too

- and he does like a bunch of research one night about your diet and your health issues and surprises you with how much he knows

- “how’s your reflux today?” “connor what”

- “are you… you know… regular” “babe seriously stop” “[Y/N] periods are nothing to be ashamed of” “yeah I know but–” “drink ginger tea. it helps” “…ok”

- and since now he knows in depth what you’re going through he really sympathizes and tries to eat like you do to make you feel better

- cynthia is really confused why he’s eating so well because he never tells her anything

- you’re so grateful for all the effort he puts into supporting you


- just. doesnt know how to react when you tell him about the diet. he instinctively just reaches out and envelops you in a big hug cause he doesnt know what else to do

- sweet boy

- after you explain in more detail what your restrictions are he immediately goes home to look up gluten, dairy, and sugar-free dessert recipes (yes they exist and they do taste good) to make for you

- he surprises you with them at lunch one time

- you’re picking at your plain af salad and feeling a little bummed and he comes up to you beaming with a container in his hands and says “open it! open it!” like an excited child because he’s so proud of himself

- and you open the tupperware and you see that somehow he managed to make these delicious chocolate chip cookies with all your restrictions in mind

- you look up at him all teary-eyed

- “evan… thank you. so much.” and he blushes a little a lot and just wow he’s so happy you like them

- what a thoughtful bf

Bonus (all 3!)

- all of them know how hard it is to not be able to eat fast food when you’re all out with friends

- they try so hard when you’re in that situation to help you find something on the menu that you can have

- but if there’s nothing for you to eat they won’t get anything either just so you won’t be the only one not eating :’)

- they swear they aren’t hungry they actually are but you’re still super grateful that they’re doing this for you

- connor is really talented at getting creative with making food taste good for you

- jared can make you laugh to distract you from the taste of whatever you’re eating

- and evan is your shoulder to cry on when you feel like you can’t go on anymore

- sincerely 3 make the best and most supportive friends don’t fight me on this

anonymous asked:

AU where Rukia gets herself a job in the world of the living and coerces Ichigo to pretend to be her husband and kazooo her son

Why’d you bring the hellspawn into this when we could have the surrealist family comedy that would be artist “couple” ichiruki who get married for financial aid and present Nel as their “daughter” until everything backfires and next thing you know they’re in the middle of unmasking some  run drug cartel and the three of them are on the cross-country run from furry mafia bosses Urahara and Yoruichi. A heartwarming tale of found families and FAFSA loopholes. “My Goth gf and the Rain” coming to a theatre near you this summer.

Boruto Episode 24 - 25


I love this episode! It was so adorable! And i’m so delighted to see the new family photo! Honestly, I thought SP would only show it as a simple pan-over shot for half a second while Sarada runs off to school but the way they dedicated an entire scene to present and then unveil the photo was very gratifying! I also laughed so hard at Sakura because I’ve totally done that before! I’ve moved around way too often in life and you know what stinks the most? When you’re not even moving cross-country but across the street or in the same town. I mean, that’s a LOT of work for a short distance! Yes, I’ve definitely thrown things into boxes without labeling them, including recently LOL!

Sarada and Boruto are quite cute but we’ll see if I end up shipping them or not. I enjoy seeing Sarada train with her Sharingan too! 

What also surprised me was Naruto! I was SO proud of him!! I know for some it is very offsetting to see the protagonist behaving so differently than how he was as the knucklehead in the Naruto series but now Naruto is Hokage. While everyone was moping about this depressing new news, Naruto gave his classic pep-talk yet it was at a more sophisticated, mature, age and profession-appropriate level! Way to grow and live up to the role and responsibility of being Hokage, Naruto!!! SO PROUD OF YOU!!

Frankly, I also loved his comments about evaluating the generations that come after you. Each generation tends to think of themselves as the best or the greatest while looking down on the younger generation and criticizing them as spoiled and weak and entitled etc. It reminds me of the baby-boomer generation and the gulf between gen X and millennials that widened due to the rapid advances in technology (in the American US context). So, Naruto’s speech is quite relevant for us today. Rather than remaining critical and painting a dismal vision of the future, Naruto encourages and sees hope for the next generation- just as our current leaders should do for the young today! Seriously you guys….I’m so proud of him!

Okay but this new impending but unpredictable threat in the plot, however, I think is a foreshadowing of the villians from the Boruto movie and obviously of whatever catastrophe Boruto ended up in at the very start of the manga / anime series, so we’ll have to see how this develops and where it takes us, story-wise.

I really really hope to see more SasuSaku in the future, even if it is filler material!

In episode 25, Sarada has really brightened up and blossomed! I feel like the conclusion of the Gaiden arc lends naturally to a positive transformation in her character. Now that she knows confidently and securely who she is, where she came from and who she belongs to as well as what her goal is in life, she seems more stable, confident and determined! Also THANK YOU SP for KEEPING her gaiden outfit hahaha! I hated her other one ugh! 

Also cute how Sarada was perhaps reflecting on Sasuke and his traveles while on the boat ride. Did anyone else also think of how Sakura reflected on her first “date” with Sasuke overlooking the ocean on her day off? <3

And more BoruSara friendship and interactions haha!

Oh! that sexy jutsu and Sarada’s reaction KILLED ME! I was laughing so much! Too funny she’s no idea that the Hokage she looks up to created that jutsu haha! 

anonymous asked:

Do you have a post about starting running for beginners? If not, would you consider writing one? I've looked at running plans online but I don't know how to get passed that mental barrier of, "I'm going to embarrass myself, I don't want people looking at me, etc." which is honestly the only thing holding me back tbh.

Hi, Anon! So far, I’ve only written some practical advice for running in warm weather, but this sounds like a fantastic idea I’d love to write more about in the future. Consider it on my list! If you’re a follower of mine, keep a look out for it in the near future. 

Right now, what I can offer you; is this. Running is kind of an amazing sport because it’s an individual sport. True, someone does end up coming in first but for the most part, the only thing we’re racing against is the time we made last time.

I know it’s only my personal experience, but runners have been some of the most enthusiastic and welcoming of beginners. Yeah, there’s always an obnoxious twat or snob here and there, but don’t let the possibility of their existence keep you from trying something new that you’re interested in. Other runners are too worried about their own times and if a random person on the side of the road took the time to heckle you, they’re doing that because of their own hurting. Assholes, are assholes. We don’t have time for them. I know it’s easier to say than to believe in, but when you become self-conscious you have to build up the nerve to fight that voice in your head and become critical of your inner critic. 

When I started running I was being invited on runs by bonafide cross country runners and walking over half the time, but they were nothing but happy that I was simply out there and hanging out. They always had answers for my questions and never made me feel like a bumbling fool. I think a lot of people would also agree that we want everyone to challenge themselves to something that excites them, and to succeed as well. You already have my support! 


I ran down the path for the cross country, wanting to work myself harder with the big meet that was coming up.

Running was an escape from the reality, it was my stress reliever.

The path was hard to see, considering it was eight at night, but I knew the path like the back of my hand. I had ran on it for years.

I slowed to a stop, wanting to change the song to something with a rhythm that matches my steps. I paused the song and looked through my playlist.

A few leaves that were crunched off to the side had stole my attention. I pulled out the two headphones, wrapping them around my phone gently.

“Hello?” I yelled, my voice a bit raspy. “Anyone out there?”

Maybe it was just some random little animal.

I shook my head and shoved the earphones back into my ears. I played my favorite song and continued my run down the path.

I seen something was running next to me in the corner of my eye. It was running further into the woods though.

I looked over for a split second. Squinting my eyes, trying to get a better look at it. In that split second, I ran into something and they swiftly picked me up and spun me a little.

“(Y/N) what the hell are you doing out here so late?” My best friend looked down at me, his hand still lingering on my waist. “You know it’s dangerous out here.”

“I needed to run,” I looked up at my closest friend and gave him a shy smile. “That huge meet is coming up and I need to be prepared.”

Brett smiled down at me and shook his head, letting my waist go and walked backwards. He easily gripped my hand and pulled me out of the woods with him.

“Did you see whatever that was out there?” I question trying to turn to look back into the woods. Brett pulled my hand, making me move closer to him and turn away from the woods.

“I didn’t see anything,” Brett pulled me over to my car, he opened the passenger door and I hopped in. He walked over to the driver side and slid in with ease. “Keys please.”

I placed the keys in Brett’s opened hand. He started the engine and glanced over at me with a smile on his face.


Brett pulled up into my empty driveway, cutting the engine and instantly hoping out, I followed suit.

I walked in through the door Brett had left open. I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom.

“Brett, I’m taking a shower,” I yelled, knowing my parents weren’t home. They were never home, my dad was a deputy and my mom was a doctor.

Living in Beacon hills, there was always something going on. It was like a beacon for crazy things.

I started the shower and plugged my phone into the iHome and played my music. I stripped my sweaty clothes off and hopped into the shower.

I kept my shower generally short, I was out within fifteen minutes.

I wrapped a towel around my body and walked out of the bathroom. I pushed open my door, glancing at a shirtless Brett, whom was looking for a movie to watch on Netflix.

I slipped on a pair of underwear, knowing Brett wouldn’t mind me changing in front of him. We have been friends forever, it was nothing new to change in front of each other.

I pulled out one of Brett’s old Devenford Prep shirt. I let the towel fall to the floor and then slipped the big comfy shirt one.

I quickly brushed my hair then hopped into my bed. Brett had found an older scary movie to watch. I pulled the blankets over the both of us as Brett played the movie.

“You’ve always looked so good in my clothes,” Brett mumbled. It was so quiet I almost missed it.

I could feel my heart rate pick up, I looked down at my body pillow that was laying at the end of my bed. My cheeks growing redder by the second.

Brett wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest, my face still feeling hot from his comment.

I fell asleep shortly after the movie had start, the run had seriously tired me out. The cold room mixed with the heat radiating off of Brett made me 10x more comfortable.


I ran as fast as my legs could take me. The leaves and twigs crunching with every step I took. I could hear whatever the thing was, it was gaining on me.

The fierce loud growl had found its way to my ears and made me run even faster. My heart was pounding against my chest and my breaths were coming out short and fast.

I felt something grip my ankle and I instantly fell flat on the cold hard ground. My nails dug into the ground as whatever it was started to drag me back closer to it. I yelled as I tried to kick whatever it was, but it wasn’t working.

“(Y/N),” I felt my body began to shake as the thing bit into my thigh. “(Y/N)!” the voice was familiar and was beginning to sound much warmer and comforting.

I shot up as the arms that were around me brought me closer to their chest. I began to pull away, trying to get out of their grasp.

“(Y/N) it’s okay, I’m here now,” he never let go of me, no matter how hard I tried to pull away. “You’re fine now, (Y/N) I’ve got you.”

I looked up to see Brett’s worried face looking back down at me. I looked over to the TV that was now off, I relaxed into Brett’s open embrace. I could feel his light touch, his fingers drawing random patterns on my now exposed side.

I looked for the covers, something to cover my overly exposed body.

“You kicked them off of the bed,” Brett whispered, somehow knowing exactly what I was silently searching for with my eyes. “Are you okay?”

I turn around, his arms not letting me go, I leaned into his now intertwined hands. I slowly nodded up as him, not knowing what to say.

“I know you’re lying to me,” He stated. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what happened,” My voice was weak, like I had actually been yelling. “I was running down the cross country path, I was being chased down the path. It had finally caught up to me and grabbed my ankles and started to drag my back.”

“What was it?” Brett’s eyes never left mine, not even when I had looked down at my exposed legs.

“I-I’m not sure, but it was big and it was like growling at me,” A weird look crossed over Brett’s beautiful features.

“(Y/N), I have something I need to tell you,” Brett looked away from me as I looked up at him. “A-actually there is two things I need to tell you.”

Brett got up from the bed and turned away from me. I could practically hear my heart beating through my ears. I looked at his tone back, not knowing what to do.

I stood up and gripped his forearm, trying to get him to face me. He turned away and his eyes were glowing a beautiful golden color, his teeth were much sharper and bigger teeth than before.

I backed up a little. What the hell was going on?

“(Y/N), I’m a werewolf,” by the time I had blinked a couple of time and finally let my brain somewhat process what He just told me, he was back to normal. “That thing you said you had thought you had seen in the woods, that was a werewolf too.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, I was truly speechless. I couldn’t even force a squeak to pass my lips.

He took a step towards me, I didn’t move, I couldn’t.

“And the second thing,” Brett pulled me close to him, never looking away from my eyes. I didn’t dare to move, I was frozen in my spot.

He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, His eyes fluttered close, as did mine. Our lips started to move in sync as he gripped my hips. I slowly brought my arms up to wrap around his neck, pulling him as close to me as possible.

Brett had pulled away, our faces just inches apart. A huge smile appeared on his face as I brought one of my hands down from around his neck to touch my lips.

“(Y/N) I love you. I’ve been in love with you for God knows how long!” Brett’s smiled soon became serious. “You’re my everything, my rock, my savior, you’re my anchor.”

“I-I, I love you too,“ you pulled him down once more to bring him in for another sweet and savoring kiss.

Hello, friends! How are you? I hope you’re having an amazing week and have had the chance to celebrate Katniss’s birthday! Thank you for your posts and thoughts this week. I personally love seeing how you are Everlarked.


Tactics and strategies: There are a lot of aspects that come into play with the Games. The Mentors, the Sponsors, the Stylists, the Gamemakers and the Tributes can all influence the outcome of the Games. What would be your initial plan to stay alive? Run? Fight? 

Why do you think Districts 1, 2 & 4 are the Career districts, but not 3? Was Peeta right to join the Careers?

How do you think the star-crossed lovers strategy played out to the rest of the country? Do you believe that editing came into play when the Tributes’ “stories” were portrayed? We know that they also interview the Tributes’ families. I can almost envision a Olympics-esque broadcast complete with backstories. Was the audienced manipulated or persuaded?

Of all the characters in the Hunger Games, who do you most relate to in strategy or in their method of survival? Why do you think that is?


In honor of Katniss’s birthday, let’s reblog all things Katniss! Favorite posts, meta, art, and fics. Do what your heart desires!

Recommend a story or an author by creating a post stating why you love this story! Let’s get names and stories out there!

Make a post of your weapon of choice! Be creative and tell us why you chose that.

Have an awesome week and share your thoughts!!!! Tag everything with #rethg and I’ll queue it to post some time this week!

Secret Service - One

Summary: Daniel Howell is the President’s son and Phil is a secret service member who gets more than he bargained for.

Words: 941

Warning: Swearing

“Daniel Howell, the older, and gay, son of President James Howell was seen out late last night, partying with friends until early hours of the morning. Howell then left the club with a mystery man.” President Howell raised the remote, cutting the news anchor off by turning off the tv.

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My Ostomy

I grew up with a chronic, debilitating disease that encompassed every aspect of my life. This time frame began long ago before I was diagnosed at the age of 9 with Crohn’s Disease. The list of ways I was limited to opportunities and experiences is simply too long to get into details. A short example of my limitations ranged from strict diets to physical activities due to extreme diarrhea, constipation, intestinal strictures, fatigue, malabsorption, dehydration, and exhaustion. I became completely anxiety ridden with my entire life; I was embarrassed, scared, and burdened. Family, friends, and classmates had no idea of the daily struggles I went through and I didn’t want them to know in fear of being stigmatized and made fun of.

This all changed after Albert was introduced into my life. Now, I am not sure how many people that are reading this know what it is like to have your intestines physically dying inside of your body as you are trying to live your life, but let me tell you: it’s painful. When my surgeon, Dr. Wolfe, created my stoma (that’s who Albert is), he created something new for me: a life. This gift of life changed me in so many positive ways. Those of you know me personally have seen a transformation. I have participated in major accomplishments: raised $4,000 to run a 13.1 half marathon in Napa Valley, ran an additional St. Bron’s 13.1 half marathon, complete a 25k cross country ski race, successfully completed a Tough Mudder, graduated Mid-State Technical College during the time of my surgeries and was asked and delivered the commencement speech for the graduating class of 2013, participated and completed the SUPer run(stand-up paddle board along with a 6 mile run) biathlon, with the help of my teammate Kassie we completed the Kickapoo Valley Dam Challenge of 2014 that consisted of a 7 mile canoe paddle, 3 mile run, and 14 mile bike ride, and as of recently I’ve been attending the University of Wisconsin Stevens Point to obtain my Bachelor’s in Social Work. Because of my ileostomy, I have been able to be successful. Since I’ve welcomed Albert, my ileostomy in my life, my limitations to accomplishments and lifestyle have changed and I plan on explaining the list in full detail: this list simply does not exist.

This post is in response to the CDC campaign about smoking and how it can lead to an ostomy.  Watch the video ( ) and see what an ignorant portrayal of ostomies they have made.  Ostomies save lives.  Shame on them. 

Please speak out against this and sign the campaign to have it removed. 
Sign the link here: 

spacejedi  asked:

Might I ask how exactly you came to love/know about cars so much? I want to think there's an interesting story behind it, but then again, plenty of people just like cars.

Dear ikanaghosts,

Cars combine three things that interest me: 1) things that go, 2) experiences that remind me that my mind is not limited by my body, 3) things that help me to look the same on the outside as I feel I look on the inside. I realize that 1 and 2 are often the same, and that 2 and 3 seem to be opposing impulses, but this is what it is to be Stiefvater. 

(Other things that satisfy #1: horses, planes, skateboards, motorcycles.)

(Other things that satisfy #2: meditating, music, climbing up to very high places and going WHOOOO)

(Other things that satisfy #3: fashion, angry eye-liner, hanging scissors on the front entry wall where guests can see them)

I grew up in cars. My father liked them beautiful and broken, my four siblings and I logged days standing by the side of the road as fires were extinguished from Jeeps or clattering wheel bearings were diagnosed in Jaguars or fire ants were vacuumed out of the backseat of Alpha Romeos. Dinner table conversation was politics and history, ghost stories and do you think that it might be the head gasket on the MG, Andrew? Once the cars worked, my father sold them, which used to puzzle me. I thought a running car was the goal. Ridiculous: the fixing was the goal. 

And you know, I’ve never learned a damn thing from a car that wasn’t broken. The ones that left me stranded are the ones who taught me everything.

I grew up watching cars. “Look,” my mother would say on cross-country road trips. “Did you see that 924? Count Porsches we pass until New Mexico. Stop pinching your brother.” On weekends, my brother and I would put on Land Rover’s off-road instructional videos. When we were at gas stations, we’d look around to see who got out of what car. That was back when I used to make up story ideas for everyone I saw at gas stations. I remember trying to decide if you could tell something about someone by the car they drove.

I grew up driving cars. Before I even had my driver’s license, my brother and father taught me to drive stick shift in our farm vehicles. I still remember the single turn on a back road near our family home — Wild Sally Road — that my brother used to teach me the different kinds of racing apex. I remember all the tickets from my college days, too, when I used to street race my diesel Jetta. 

I grew up learning the limits of cars. I’ve done training in rally, track racing, stunt driving, off-roading. I’ve gone fast and sideways and backwards. I never really get tired of it.

I grew up crashing cars. I’ve been in cars that hit deer, cars that hit ice, cars that were hit by drunk drivers, and cars with brakes that decided they just didn’t give a shit anymore. I’ve done most everything cars can do. I’m not afraid of cars. I respect them. 

I grew up loving cars. I think they can say a lot about you, and when you’re interested in trying to help people know the real you, that’s relevant. I’ve got my stupid-fast Mitsubishi that pisses old folks off. And I’ve got my stupid-loud old Camaro that requires all of my repair knowledge and has at least two tires in the nostalgic past. Between the two of them, I reckon people look at them and make a lot of assumptions about me. And that’s the way I like it. 



battlinkat  asked:

how would each member of svt fare on a really long cross country road trip ??? <3

S.Coups/Seungcheol: is driving the car and refuses to use the map because “don’t worry, he knows where he’s going.”. He ends up not knowing where he’s going and you two have to stop in the middle of nowhere and ask two young children running a lemonade stand what part of Korea you guys are even in.

Jeonghan: is peacefully asleep in the passengers seat as you drive the car for the entire fourteen hours and when he wakes up he’s like all fresh and energized and you’re about to knock out at the wheel and he just smiles at you and wow!!! you’re back at full power!! you could drive for another ten hours.

Joshua: has the gps on, his phone is open to google maps, has an actual detailed map out in his hands, like he is not about to get lost hell no that is nOT happening. Everytime you try to make a turn without consulting the map or gps or whatever Joshua tells you ten ways that could have been a bad idea if you had made the wrong turn.

Jun: takes pictures of everything, even when you’re on the highway and it’s literally nothing but trees he is taking photos and you’re like “Won’t the photos be blurry?” and he’s shrugging like “It’s for the aesthetic.”

Hoshi: every song that comes on the radio is his jam, he does not stop dancing the whole road trip. You guys get off at a rest stop and guess what - Hoshi is still dancing on his way to the dunkin donuts inside and you’re like “Can he even hear the music from the car anymore?”

Woozi: promises you he doesn’t have road rage before you get going on the trip, but like twenty minutes in and he’s complaining about the truck that’s in front of you and literally complains the whole trip except you find it hilarious because he’s obviously trying to not yell or throw something at the other drivers.

Wonwoo: is so bad at casual conversation that the trip ends up 75% silence and 25% you guys talking about how rest stop food tastes better than you expect it to. At some point Wonwoo falls asleep on your shoulder because he’s the type to do that.

DK: makes the two of you play 21 questions or truth or dare while in the car and at some point you have to open up the sunroof and scream out the lyrics to mansae and at some other point DK has to see how many marshmallows he can fit in his mouth and then you’re both like “we were saving those for when we camp out ….but….oops….”

Mingyu: fills the car up with snacks, so many snacks but then eats only like half and ends up buying more snacks at rest spots and then evEN more once you get to your destination and you’re just like how is he not getting sick?? he’s consumed like every brand of chips ever created…. 

the8: points out every animal he sees from the car window. some lady walking her dog? he points it out. a wild deer running through the trees? he points it out. a mosquito on the rearview mirror? he points it out and you’re like minghao i love you but kill the mosquito please…..  

Seungkwan: made a special mixtape just for this trip and it’s only got like 103 songs on it and each of them he sings along to in perfect harmony. you basically get a concert on the go. 

Vernon: at first he pretends he isn’t excited for the trip and promises to stay up with you while you drive…..thirty minutes later he’s knocked out and you’re laughing and also he’s the type to buy like twenty souvenirs for everyone he knows. 

Dino: the definition of “Are we there yet?” and making friends with everyone else at the rest spots and probably waving and making faces at other people in their cars. He’s the only person to stay up the whole time with you and tell you stories or something. 

As we boarded the bus for the conference meet, my coach handed each of us a small envelope with a letter inside.

“Dear Nathan,
You have blown my expectations out of the water every race so it’s hard for me to give you advice. Know that you have put the time in so you are in the best shape of the season. Any injury will quickly dissipate when you put on your singlet. Over achieve one more time.”

Needless to say, I am truly thankful for this running program.

Request - Isaac Lahey and Derek Hale “Human” (Sequel to: “Supernatural”)

Isaac had one hand in the pocket of his jeans and one hand ready to knock on the door of Derek’s loft. He had to admit that he was nervous, his hands sweating, his heart beating faster than normally in his chest.
“Isaac.” Before he could knock the door, Derek had opened it already and for a little moment Isaac just stood there, his mouth wide open, stuttering and searching for words.
“How did you know that I was here?” He looked around, but no-one could have given away his existence.
“Your heart is beating like an idiot.” Derek swung the door open and Isaac stepped in. He had been in this loft more often, had even lived here for a short while, but it had never felt as uneasy as it felt right now.
“I…I came to talk about (Y/N)…” His cheeks started to blush and he felt his heart skip a beat.
“And who is (Y/N)?” Derek crossed his arms over his chest, while Isaac stared at his feet, trembling a little bit, because he didn’t know if Derek would believe him or not.
“Well, she’s…she’s that girl we saw running in the woods…” Isaac cocked his head a little bit and Derek imitated the movement, raising his eyebrows.
“What did you find out?” Derek stared at Isaac and Isaac avoided his glance by turning his head away.
“She’s human…” He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about you, about the beautiful human being you were, about the smile you gave him when the two of you ran together in the cross country team, about the sound of your voice when you called him a cute little puppy, about the excitement he felt every time he was near you, every time you looked at him, every time he looked at you.
“How do you know?” Derek’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile for a short moment and Isaac scratched the back of his neck, not knowing how to proof Derek that he was sure, more than sure.
“Well, her scent is pretty human…” He stuttered and Derek raised his eyebrows again, not saying a word. “I…I also see her taking selfies and such…” Isaac bounced a little bit on his feet, not being able to stand still. “I even took a few pictures of her and well, nothing to see…” Isaac barely dared to look up at the werewolf that still didn’t seem too convinced about his research.
“Isaac, just because you don’t see or smell something, doesn’t mean that she’s human.” Derek shook his head.
“What…what do you want me to do?” Isaac looked up with big, wondering eyes. He couldn’t tell Derek that you tasted human too, that you felt human too.
“You’re gonna invite her for dinner here in the loft, I’m gonna see for myself.” Derek shrugged his shoulders and Isaac nodded, knowing that Derek wouldn’t believe him at all, especially since Isaac couldn’t hide how in love he was.

Why do I consider my teammates family? Well.. the thing is, they’ve seen every damn part of me. They’ve seen me inside and out. The times I’ve given up, the times I’ve cried, the frustration, the fear, the pain.. hell they even know when things are bad in my life because there are no masks around them. But they’ve also seen me at my very best. Those races where I gave so much that I couldn’t walk after so the team could move on, those workouts where I tell them to keep going with the breath I don’t have, the times I cheered my lungs out for them during a race, the millions of high fives and good jobs. I’ve suffered with these people, seen them practically faint from exhaustion, turn pale as a ghost from dehydration. Suffering together forms a bond stronger than gold. These people… they know me at my very worst. They know me at my very best. They accept every single part of me. When it’s time for me to run my race, they would lose their voice to simply give me encouragement. I mean damn. How powerful is it to step up to that starting line, knowing you have a small army wanting you to do your very best?

Yesterday, a friend of mine asked why I run. I joked that I run to eat a lot of food. But my friend used to be a hardcore runner and asked me “Really. Why do you put yourself in pain every day?” I really didn’t have an answer.

Today I had a 13 mile run scheduled for this morning. And throughout that long half marathon for casual long run, it really made me think about that question. Why do I run? By the end, I had a better answer than ever.

How was my run? It felt like my quads were going to snap at the start. It felt like my legs were going to fall off 4 miles in. It felt like my stomach was about to fall out of my ass 7 miles in. And afterwards, I went straight to the dining hall and ate three omelets.

There are many little reasons. Being able to eat so much food. Friends to hang out with. A way to pass the time. A healthy body through exercise. There are many reasons like this as you must know. But in the end, I really think it just boils down to one thing: Feeling unique. The minuscule percentage who run in college. The wild conversations and tales to be told about shits in the woods or near death races. Being able to say that you did something every day that is wild to the normal nonrunner. Isolating ourselves from the world. Showing off in front of it, occasionally. But personally, I’ve made large efforts to separate my running life from my real life. Because it is so easy to get consumed by it until you don’t even realize you have a life beyond running. And I made that decision to separate the two after a mental breakdown last year due to running. But I think now what it has become for me isn’t entirely the unique feeling, despite how nice it is. To me, it has become more of the family which I feel like I never had growing up. Yes, the team has it’s idiots and it’s nerds and there’s always some drama, but at the end of the day it’s a family. And I’d like to think it makes up for a childhood without much of one.

I’m not saying this applies to everyone. This is solely how I feel. Yes, I love running and all the small things, but I love the people even more. And I am so incredibly thankful for my team. Like I said, this is how I feel. I know many people feel differently. Therefore, I challenge you: Search for your answer to the question. Don’t blow it off. Don’t come up with some bs answer. Just think real hard and use that to your advantage so when you’re grinding through a tough workout or getting wrecked mid-race and you question why you would put your body through such intense pain, you have the answer. And you do not falter.

Why do you run?