I know it’s a little late for some of you, but for my girls whose prom hasn’t happened yet, this is for you!
-Start toning up! Do some light cardio on a regular basis, and try pushups and pullups if you don’t have weights or can’t get to a gym!
-Use a face mask the week before, and take good care of your skin!! Cleanse, tone, moisturize! Use a good serum & moisturizer for glowy skin!
-If you’re doing your own hair and makeup, plan out your look beforehand! Make sure you have all the tools and products you need so you don’t need to run out and get anything at the last minute!
-Know your angles for photos! Use a mirror and see what you like, and pose accordingly. Don’t force a smile if it doesn’t feel natural, it’ll just end up looking awkward!
-If you don’t have a date, don’t feel bad about it. It’s totally fine to just go and hang out with your girls!! Prom pics with your friends look absolutely adorable, and I promise the memories will be just as fun and happy. Don’t let whether or not a guy is with you affect the amazing time you should have!!
First off I just want to say that it is frustrating and kind of difficult, but completely possible of course!
*****This Is Just What I Do!*****
Number 1 rule, consistency is key! I have a hard time with that, but when I’m eating consistently that’s when I see results.
Number 2: The key to gaining weight is to eat more! Sounds simple but I know it can be difficult. You need about 500 extra calories a day to gain 1 pound a week. (*I personally don’t count calories though) Eat all the time, more than you usually do, eat until you’re absolutely full. Until you can’t take another bite! It’s going to be uncomfortable at first but it’s important. The more you eat the more your stomach will stretch, the more you’ll be able to eat!
Good things to eat: Starchy foods like pastas and potatoes. Bread, cheese, peanut butter sandwiches, chicken, fish, rice, beans, anything calories dense but healthy. Drink lots of milk. Mix things, like beans and rice. All kinds of sandwiches. Bagels w cream cheese. Snacks like granola bars, peanuts… Not Junk food!
I usually eat a bowl of oatmeal and some eggs with cheese on top for breakfast. A sandwich with some type of snack and a yogurt. And whatever my mom cooks for dinner lol. It’s usually some form of protein, chicken or fish and rice or pasta. And I snack throughout the day.
Also to get extra calories in I drank nutritional supplements. There’s name brand ones like Boost and Ensure but I just drank the rite aid brand. I would mix a can with milk and it would end up being around 400+ calories. I’d drink them twice a day.
Number 3: Lift heavy! You want to do exercises that are going to shape your body. Squats, deadlifts, lunges, stepups, bridges, donkey kicks, the leg press machine all build up your booty. But there’s tons of moves you could do and tons of variations!
Work your abs to keep them tight. Keep in mind though, you can’t control where the weight you gain goes and everyone carries their weight differently. So, it’s possible you might gain a little on your tummy area and just doing ab work isn’t going to get rid of it. You’ll have to do some cardio, which probably sounds scary to someone trying to gain. But it’s okay, you can do sprints/hill sprints! You’ll burn fat and gain muscle!
This is like a basic plan, which just starting out is all you really need. There are weight gain supplements and protein shakes you could take, but I don’t think that’s necessary to begin with. It all depends on your goals, so research bulking and female body building if you’re going for a more muscular look. I personally just want to look thick, with abs.
*I don’t count calories because I know my eating habits. I normally eat two small meals. So changing that to three large meals plus adding snacks, adds more than enough calories for me to gain, no counting needed.
Ever since moving late last year I have been trying to get into a routine that makes me feel better both mentally and physically. Committing to a daily change is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time but always seemed to have a reason not to.
One day I decided to keep myself accountable and to not make any more excuses. I may not do a full body workout every single day, but instead started by focusing on doing some sort physical activity every day. To start off Monday, today I’m doing some light yoga and cardio.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but it just feels right trying to reach my goals one step at a time.
My outfit: Enchanted Shrug in Plum & Wishing Star Capri in Plum from Blogilates #Popflex line #DarkBloom
When I started it was like yeah OK I wanna get a leaner, more muscles body. I can do that, do some cardio and use some machines, eat a little better, more protein, maybe a shake or two. It’ll just be somethin to do in addition to all the other shit I do, reading and writing and drinking with friends and watching movies and TV…
Somewhere along the line that changed, I dunno exactly where or when. Don’t really even remember how many months I been doin it for anymore, I just go, day after day. I look at my closet and I do a doubletake cuz I dont remember gettin so much gear. How did that happen? Seems like every clothes I got has a Nike or a UA on em. Dont even remember the last time I wore boxers or even boxer briefs. Its been compression shorts every day for my whole life. Was there ever a day I went to work I didnt have my gym bag with me too?
Sometimes I think about the future and what could happen. I keep pushin myself at the gym and it’s not enough. Need more. Ive been searching the internet for more things about muscles and sometimes I read so much about muscles that I kinda blank out and then come to and I’m in the gym again, and I’m counting one and I’m counting two …
Like just now haha I just looked up and saw football on the TV. When did I put football on the TV? I was watching some Netflix thing, wasn’t I? I remember watching the game last night maybe I fell asleep with the NFL Network on. I do that sometimes. I got a pretty strong fantasy league this year. But that’s not enough. Need more. Gotta play football too, I think. Makes sense, with all this gear I got. And this like, grittin my teeth shit all the time, like I’m gettin ready all the time for someone to just ram into me cuz I got the football. And I have this weird feeling that the minute I hit “post” on this I’m gonna look up and I’m gonna be at the gym again, counting one and counting two and counting three and just really muscling through my reps and I’m gonna be sorer than fuckin hell but it’s all fuckin worth it, cuz muscles gear football is all that matters now.
Other shit just kinda fadin away. I come a long way so far. When I think about where I come from, it’s kinda fuzzy. I still get alot of “smart” comments from people and sometimes it’s still a reflex but it’s harder to remember some things now. Harder to remember the smart times. The gym is so clear, muscles burning is so sharp, wearing gear feels so natural. It isnt even gear anymore, its just my cloths.
Is this what I wanted? Does it matter? Cuz its happenin and I’m counting one and I’m counting two and I’m counting three and I’m counting four and I’m counting five…
MCU where Bucky and reader become unlikely friends. She falls for him, he gets there…kinda
Warnings: Swearing (always with me), fighting (hand to hand - no one gets hurt), Bucky being aggressive (and a smart ass)
Part 2 will have the SMUT
AN: This is one of the first things I’ve ever written about Bucky. I’ve edited and changed so much and it’s finally complete. (Legit, i think it’s taken me like nine fucking months to actually get it done.) I really hope you enjoy it.
He heard the tinkling of your laughter as he waited for his coffee and sighed at the sound, grabbing his drink and searching for the source, he found you at the back corner of the dimly lit coffee shop, sitting with Nat, who smiled at him when he approached.
“Bucky!” Nat exclaimed, “Hey!”
He nodded, “Ladies,” he said by way of greeting.
You smiled up at him, “Hi,” you said, almost softly. “We could’ve picked you up a coffee if you wanted.”
“I needed a break from Stark,” he replied. Then after a beat, he turned abruptly and left.
You sighed, “The personality on that one,” you remarked.
Nat smiled, “You have got to admit that he’s gotten so much better.”
“True. I always just feel like i’m …annoying to him.”
Nat laughed, “Yeah, well, we all annoy him. Don’t worry about it.”
You nodded understanding what she was saying but at the same time, not necessarily agreeing. It was different with you. Bucky often acted like you bothered, sometimes going as far as clamming up and walking away from whatever he was doing when you were around. You tried to forget about his behaviour at the coffee shop but it hung over your head like a black cloud.
The only difference I’ve seen so far. I mean I know it’s only been a few weeks but I guess I was expecting a bit more. I’ve been going hard at least 4 times a week at CF and occasionally I’ll go to planet to do some cardio. My brother thought I could get below 200 lbs by today, February 1st, but I keep fluctuating between 210 and 205.
In other news, the guy I went on the date with the other day and I have gone out a few more times. He’s kind of amazing! I’m trying super hard to keep a level head about it all. I have a tendency to let my emotions get the best of me. So yea, that’s life lately
To say after that
night was rough was an understatement. (Y/N) had become very closed off and
would hardly talk to anyone. They would lock themselves in their room, afraid
of what came out that night and were scared to hurt anyone, especially their
team. (Y/N) always knew the powers they held but they weren’t proud of it, not
even a little bit. It was scary, dark and terrifying, hell it even scared
(Y/N). (Y/N) had a rough past and joining the Avengers was the highlight of
their life, even if the team thought they were a bit on the weird side but
after that dreadful night, (Y/N) was beginning to doubt everything.
Bucky didn’t know
what to do. He knew (Y/N) needed time but it wasn’t going to get any better
until they came out of their room. He needed to train (Y/N). So, he made some sandwiches
and a few extra items before walking to their room. He balances the food in one
had as he lightly knocks on (Y/N)’s door and waits patiently but no one answers so, he knocks again. “(Y/N), it’s me. It’s okay.” Bucky states and he receives
no answer back but hears a quiet shuffle on the other side before the door
opens slightly. (Y/N) comes into view but looks absolutely miserable, their
eyes are red, hair is a mess, and they look emotionally drained. Bucky frowns
but holds up the food. “I brought food… may I come in?” (Y/N) hesitates but
gives a small nod before opening the door so he could slip in.
The room which
would look light and cozy is rather dark and creepy and Bucky figures it’s from
their powers which are also based upon emotion. (Y/N) sits on their bed and
Bucky quickly follows, handing them a sandwich. (Y/N) accepts it, giving a
thankful nod before giving a sigh. “They’re scared of me.” (Y/N) whispers sadly
and Bucky looks at them with compassionate eyes.
“I’m not scared of
you.” Bucky states and (Y/N) averts their eyes to their lap, avoiding his
“Well, you should
be. I can’t control it, I hid it for so long…” (Y/N) murmurs out almost
inaudibly and Bucky sets down his food before facing them completely.
“I know, let me train you.
I’ll help you control it, I believe you can do it and I know you don’t mean
harm. I can help you, you just have to let me.” Bucky pleads and (Y/N) stares
at him shocked, unable to come up with anything. “(Y/N), please. You don’t have to be scared anymore.” (Y/N) gives a nervous gulp
before taking in a shaky breath and nodding their head.
It was late
afternoon when Bucky told (Y/N) to meet him in the training room. He told the
team he was training (Y/N) and to leave them alone for a few hours which they
all quickly nodded, muttering a few ‘Be careful’s. He wasn’t scared but he was scared
he wouldn’t be able to help (Y/N) as much as his heart wanted to. It wasn’t
long before (Y/N) came in, although a bit nervous but ready to train.
Training wasn’t at
all bad, they both stretched and sparred with one another while also doing some
cardio on the side. They did some weight training and boxing before Bucky
decided it was time for (Y/N)’s most dreaded part. “So… what exactly can you do
with your powers?” (Y/N) shifts uncomfortably, looking everywhere except Bucky.
“I can manipulate darkness
and shadows which enables me to teleport within them. I can also control
whatever lies in the darkness which explains… you know, that night. As you can
tell by my ‘creepy vibes’ the darkness and demon control has its downsides.”
(Y/N) mutters out and Bucky nods his head, figuring out where he wants to
“Okay, let’s start
with the basics. Why don’t you try block my hits with your powers?” (Y/N) nods, getting in a defensive position and Bucky sends a punch their way but with a
wave of the hand, a cloud of darkness covers their body and they disappear. Bucky
nearly falls over from the missed swing before standing confused on where (Y/N)
went, when suddenly his leg is swept out from beneath him and falls on the
ground with a loud thump. He looks up to see (Y/N) cringing slightly, offering
him a hand up and he takes it, looking more confused than before. “What-How did you do that?”
(Y/N) doesn’t say anything but points to the floor and Bucky looks down to see
his shadow, it takes a moment but it suddenly clicks. He gives a big smile. “That was good! Let’s go
again but don’t stop.” (Y/N) smiles at the compliment before nodding, getting ready
to fight again.
They do this for
some time and Bucky becomes amazed by (Y/N)’s powers the more he sees. It seems
so effortless and fluid, how could (Y/N) say they couldn’t control their
powers when they seemed to be doing perfectly fine? It wasn’t until Bucky knocks
them off balance, ready to hit them when (Y/N) puts their hands up defensively,
causing a burst of darkness to form a portal across the room. (Y/N)’s eyes
begin to glow its creepy, reddish gold as the same demon creatures begin to run
towards the portal and (Y/N) look at Bucky, absolutely panicked. “Bucky!”
Bucky runs up to
(Y/N), grabbing their hands but unlike the last time, the portal doesn’t close.
(Y/N)’s panic increases, seeing the creatures getting closer and their eyes
glow brighter while the portal expands and Bucky suddenly remembers their
powers are slightly based on emotions. He gently places his hands on (Y/N)’s
face and looks them in the eyes. “Don’t focus on your powers, okay? Deep
breaths, (Y/N), I need you to calm down. Focus on my touch and my voice,
nothing else.” (Y/N) closes their eyes doing as he says, trying to focus on
only Bucky and in an instant the portal closes, leaving the two of them in
shocked before quickly pulling away from Bucky’s touch. He goes to reach for
them again but they take more steps away, tears in their eyes. “Why did I think
I could control this?” (Y/N) whimpers with a shaky voice and Bucky’s heart
cracks at their broken voice.
tries but (Y/N) takes mores steps away from him, several tears falling before
they run out of the room leaving Bucky standing alone.
(Y/N) laid in
their bed and cried for hours. There was no place on the Avengers for them. How
the hell were they supposed to be good and save the world with powers of demons and darkness? As the night covers the tower, (Y/N) packs a backpack full of their belongings, looking at their room
sadly one last time before vanishing into the darkness, leaving a small written note for
the only person who tried to help.
Stiles shoots Derek a sly look and picks up his phone. He tips
his head back against the couch cushion as it dials, letting his fingers trail
lightly down Derek’s arm. “Hey,” he says brightly when Scott picks up. “Derek
and I just had sex, and you didn’t call or text to interrupt. Are you okay?
We’re both concerned.”
“Stiles, that was one
time,” Scott huffs. “And I promise, it wasn’t on purpose.”
People don’t seem to understand just how scary asthma can be. They assume we can’t look after ourselves and we do it to ourselves. That we’re just lazy and need to go to the gym and do some cardio. They don’t know that every time we have an attack, every time something goes wrong we suffocate. It’s like drowning on dry land and with every attack, more lung tissue gets damaged, more measures need to be taken to keep us alive. Every time we wonder if this is it. If this is the attack that will finally kill us. And then for the doctors to assume we’re idiots. Because they don’t seem to understand that we have other things, other conditions that make asthma worse. That even though we take our meds, things aren’t working. And then the specialists tell you that nothing is wrong, that they don’t know why things are the way they are. I’m scared. I’m scared that one day this disease will kill me. That I’ll suffocate and I will die. And I’m scared
10,000-15,000 steps 👍🏻 Meal Plan 👍🏻 6-8 hours of sleep 👍🏻 128 + oz of water 👍🏻 Sunscreen 👍🏻 100 Squats 👍🏻
Listening/Watching/Playing: Persona 5 (Fiance and I are determined to finish this soon) Mood: 😅 Weather: ☀️
Mona seems a tiny bit more curious today. I bolted out of bed at 5 AM out of sheer anxiety to check on her and I found evidence that she moved about a bit while I slept. Before bed, I had put some toys in her cat cave and she has communicated she doesn’t like them in there by setting them directly in the food I left her. LOL. I did fall back asleep on the couch until around 8 AM, then I went for my Sunday walk with a big ol’ cup of hot coffee–of course, constantly thinking about the cat the entire time. Tomorrow’s usually a rest day, but I think I might do some cardio to work out some of these nerves.
She’s still not drinking a lot, but Google seems to agree it’s fine. Apparently, house cats can go reasonably long amounts of time without water or going to the bathroom? I’m setting up a wellness visit so I’m sure I can bombard the vet with my; possibly, asinine questions. She’s been giving me lots of head bumps on the hand, sniffing me, and when I get up to leave from my visits she pops her head out of her hiding hole at me. I’ve even gotten her to play a little bit and she’s been rolling over a bit and taking some cat naps.
I think she’s content to keep hiding for awhile longer, but she seems more relaxed so I’m hopeful that means she’ll eat and drink soon.
So people get me confused a lot from the people I reblog. I am not a feedee I am a feeder. I am not looking to gain. In fact I work out a lot and ride horses competitively. I am more of a weights kind of girl but I still do some cardio. No I am not stick thin, and never plan on that. But I am clearly not a gainer. Some people have also wanted pictures of my body, here is some and for reference the cami is a size small, but I think it fits more like medium
Sorry this took a while, was thinking hard on a story with this prompt. As always, enjoy!
Ever since Sylvie and Antonio started dating, she was happy. More happy than she ever been in her life. He was different from all her other boyfriends.
Unfortunately with that happiness and only caring about spending time with him, she started gaining relationship weight. Before Antonio, she thought it was a myth and because she never gained any weight from previous relationships, she thought if it was true, she just didn’t gain weight.
As much as she wanted to blame Antonio, she couldn’t. She supposed after a few months together, and also dealing with his insane ex-wife, it was her fault. She even skipped Zumba classes so she could spend time with Antonio.
She even decided going on a diet right now was best since she could go back to Zumba classes, could go to the gym every chance she gets, but if she continued eating the junk she was consuming lately, it would be a wasted effort.
It was her day off and it was the first day of her new diet and exercise plan, and her alarm went off at 6 am. As she reached over and turned it off, Antonio groaned.
“Babe, it feels so early. Why is your alarm going off on our day off?” He questioned as he tried to adjust to the light that was coming into their room. Luckily at 6 am, the light wasn’t too bright but they both knew in a few minutes, it would be getting brighter.
“I told you Antonio, today starts my new diet and exercise. I plan on doing some cardio and then later I have a Zumba class. Trust me, in a few weeks, the woman you found desirable will be back.”
He turned his head to looked at her. “What are you talking about? I still find you desirable. If I didn’t, how come we’re still making love?” He asked. “Women I swear. You gain one pound and you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”
“Actually it was 10 pounds. At this rate, soon you are going to come home and find that I gained 300 pounds and can’t get off the couch.” She complained as she climbed out of the bed.
He sighed heavily. “Do you know how much junk food you have to consume for that to happen? Not just junk food, but take out food, and your job keeps you in shape.” He pointed out.
“I’m not you, Antonio. I don’t run after people.” Truthfully, her biggest fear was that she was going to gain so much weight that Antonio was going to start looking at other women. Maybe it wasn’t in his nature to do that, but she wasn’t about to find out.
“Look, I’m all for you to wanting to stay in shape, to stay healthy. Key word here is stay because you’re already healthy, but we don’t have many days off together and I truly just want to hold you in my arms right now while we sleep.”
“You can go back to sleep, babe. But I’m running.” She said in a firm tone to let him know that she was serious. She wasn’t trying to sound like a horrible person complaining about gaining weight, but she also didn’t want to not do anything. Besides, if she were being honest, she missed Zumba class. It was the only connection she had here that reminded her of her times in Indiana. She loved Chicago now and absolutely loved her life here, but sometimes she still felt home sick. And taking Zumba classes helped her.
After she was done changing into a pair of running shorts and a tank top, she walked over to Antonio. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Antonio opened his eyes and looked at her appearance. “You know what? I’ll come with you. I had plenty of cases where a woman got assaulted for running alone.”
Sylvie smirked but she nodded her head. “Okay. I’ll wait for you in the living room.” She said as she walked out of the room and headed into the living room.
A few minutes later, she heard the bedroom door opening and turned her head to look at him. “I’m just going to pretend to believe you’re coming with me to protect me from creeps other than protecting me from guys staring at me.”
“I can’t believe you got me up early on my day off to go running when you’re in wonderful shape. And especially because you could always work out at my gym later.” He reminded her.
“Oh trust me, I would, but I don’t need you to watch my every move while I’m working out. Running together is fine, but I’m going to my Zumba class later by myself.”
“Fine.” He shrugged his shoulders.
An hour later, they both walked back into the apartment, sweaty but otherwise in more energy than earlier.
“I forgot how much fun it is running.” He said. “But unlike you, I’m not on a diet so I’m going to make myself breakfast.”
“Hey. That’s not fair.” She pouted. “You’re not supporting me.”
“Are you kidding me?” He asked with a chuckle. “I went running with you, how much more supportive can I get?”
“You can go on a diet with me.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Absolutely not. Who knows what your diet entails of. I mean, look at your protein shake.” He said as his eyes glanced at the drink in her hand.
Sylvie was worried that she wouldn’t make the protein shake as good as someone who had practice so she stopped to pick one up. She figured a place called a Health Foods and Juice bar would be better.
“Hey, it’s um—different. I already feel my stomach flattening.” She said, defensively.
“Sure, sure.” He said, patronizing her. “Maybe if you already feel it working, you don’t need to run, just drink that for the next few days.”
“Such an ass.” She laughed.
“But excuse me, I’m going to cook a real breakfast.”
If he truly felt like Sylvie needed to lose a few pounds, he certainly would have supported her more. But she was fine, at least in his eyes, she was fine.
After he made his breakfast, eggs, bacon and sausage, he sat down at the kitchen table.
He looked up as Sylvie entered the kitchen. “I hope you choke on your food.”
“Baby, stop. I think you’re being ridiculous now. It’s good to exercise, but going on a diet because of 10 pounds, it’s nuts. It’ll be different if I can notice the weight you gained, but I can’t. And besides, you act like I didn’t gain weight in this relationship.”
“You didn’t. You still look as great as you did when you helped me in the ambulance. If anything, you look better.” She shook her head. “Besides, women always gets treated unfairly when they gain weight.” She pointed out.
“I know, remember I have a sister and growing up, she always wanted us to go on a special diet because she was getting treated unfairly. But like I told Gabby at age 15, and I’ll tell you now, anyone calls you fat and I’ll beat them up.” He said as he grinned at her. “Besides, the only person opinion that should matter is mine.”
Sylvie nodded her head as she glanced down at his food.
“You know you want it, sweetheart.” He said as he caught her eye staring at his food. “I made extra just in case you wanted some. So come in, give in.”
Sylvie bit down on her bottom lip, contemplating but then she nodded her head. “Fine. But promise me if I ever gain too much weight, you’ll still love me.”
“Of course.” He promised her as he stood up. “Sit down and let me grab your plate.”
Sylvie smiled and she nodded her head. “You’re too good to me.” She remarked as she took a seat across from her.
“We’re good to each other. I think that’s why our relationship works and why it’s so strong.” He said and a few minutes later ,he placed her food down in front of her.
“If you didn’t know yet, you’re my favorite.” She grinned as she picked up her fork and started eating.
Antonio grinned and he nodded his head as he took his seat again. “And you’re my favorite. Always.”
i’m losing weight…very slowly. i couldn’t walk because my legs are hurting so bad from the last gym session. they made me do jump squats which is an absolute no-go for anyone on here who wants thin legs. DON’T do squats or lunges. it’ll make your legs bulk. trust me cause i’ve been there. i did squats thinking i would get a thigh gap and after a few months, my thighs were bigger! fortunately, my thighs shrink after not doing squats for some time. cardio is very good if you want that thigh gap you’ve been dreaming of😍
A SYRM AU where Iwaizumi doesn’t find Oikawa until 15-16
years later, when they’re in their mid-thirties and Seiji is in high school:
·Iwaizumi gets transferred to a hospital in Tokyo
and is moving into his apartment when the door opens next door and his neighbor
pops out to see what the commotion is about.
·It’s Oikawa. He may have not seen Oikawa in over
ten years, but he’d never forget his childhood best friend, his courtside
partner, the one he let get away.
·Distantly Iwaizumi remembers that Oikawa had
gone to university in Tokyo so it made sense that he was still living here.
·Oikawa is wearing an apron and holding a ladle
in his hand, looking incredibly domestic. It makes Iwaizumi’s heart clench, of
course Oikawa has settled down. In fact, it was probably weird that Iwaizumi
·Oikawa’s eyes widen as he takes in Iwaizumi’s
face, eyes trailing down his whole frame before flitting back to stare into
Iwaizumi’s own eyes.
·“Iwa-chan!?” I-Is that you?” Oikawa drops the
ladle in his hand and curses as it clatters to the ground.
·Iwaizumi bends down to pick it up and offers it
to him. “…It really is you Oikawa. It’s been a while.” Iwaizumi finds himself a
·“It has…” Oikawa takes the ladle carefully from
Iwaizumi, holds it close almost like a child would hold a security blanket. “I
hope you’ve been well, Iwa-chan.”
·Iwaizumi’s gaze lingers on Oikawa’s hands and
notices he isn’t wearing a wedding ring. His scent doesn’t smell like his mate
either, but Iwaizumi quashes the small amount of hope bubbling in his chest.
Oikawa is cooking, so he might have taken his ring off, and maybe he uses scent
·Oikawa seems particularly flustered, cheeks red
and fidgeting restlessly, but Iwaizumi figures that Oikawa had assumed they
would never see each other again. Oikawa was never at the team reunions either,
completely gone from the day he ran from home all those years ago.
·Iwaizumi had the distinct feeling that Oikawa
had been avoiding him, but that ache had eased away with all the years that had
passed. Though now, with Oikawa right in front of him, close enough to touch,
the sting in his heart returned.
·Iwaizumi has an arm outstretched towards Oikawa
before he realizes it, but a voice stops him from reaching Oikawa.
·“What are you doing to my Mom?” A teen comes
stomping towards them from the top of the stairs and he’s wearing a hoodie and
sweats, with a duffle bag strapped across his chest.
·When he gets within a foot of Iwaizumi, the boy
knocks his head back to glare at him, and his hood falls. Iwaizumi freezes in
·This boy is the spitting image of Oikawa, but
his mess of curls are black, his face has a light scatter of freckles, and his
eyes are hazel. He’s about as tall as Iwaizumi, and extremely pissed with a
ferocity that Iwaizumi had never seen in Oikawa himself. But the anger the teen
was expressing felt really familiar for some reason.
·“Seiji! You’re home.” Iwaizumi heard Oikawa say.
·“Yeah,” Seiji says. He circles around Iwaizumi
like a predator stalking his prey before standing next to Oikawa. “Who’s this
·Iwaizumi can tell this kid is a beta, but he
seems more threatening than an alpha. He’s got a lot denser muscle than Oikawa
had at that age (outside of volleyball, Seiji boxes), coupled with the ever-present
grumpy expression and abrasive tone, the boy is intimidating.
·“Seiji, come inside and go to your room,” Oikawa
·“Not until this alpha harassing you at our door
answers me.” Seiji puffs his chest out a little.
·“To your room now. I won’t repeat myself. You’re
home late again. This man is fine, he’s—an old friend. So head inside already,
your dinner is in the fridge.”
·Seiji pouts and for the first time since
Iwaizumi has seen him, Seiji actually looks like Oikawa.
·“Ugh fine,” Seiji eventually relents, turning on
his heel and going inside.
·Awkward silence ensues a bit after Seiji is
·“Sorry,” Oikawa laughs tiredly. “He’s in his
rebellious phase, I think.”
·Oikawa shuffles his feet a bit before banging
and crashing from inside alert him, and he gives Iwaizumi a hasty goodbye
before yelling “Seiji!” and shutting the door.
·After that reunion, Iwaizumi and Oikawa run into
each other pretty often on the way to and from work, or doing everyday tasks
like grocery shopping and taking out the trash.
·Slowly they fall into comfortable casual
·Iwaizumi avoids broaching the subject of Seiji’s
father though, it’s not his business, especially when Oikawa had been missing
for more than decade. (Iwaizumi does find it odd the with all their run-ins, he’s
yet to see a spouse)
·One day, Oikawa seems particularly worn-out and
worried, so Iwaizumi has no choice to ask what’s wrong.
·Oikawa sighs with a bleak smile. “My son is a
good kid… but he’s been acting out a lot lately. Maybe it’s my fault; being
raised be a single parent isn’t easy, and I’m an omega no less.”
·Iwaizumi tries not to be shocked by this new bit
of knowledge. A lot of things concerning Seiji’s behavior and Oikawa’s actions
suddenly made sense.
·“Oikawa, it’s pretty clear your son loves and
adores you.” More like Seiji was such a mama’s boy he was furiously protective
of his mother.
·“I know, but—”
·“I’m pretty sure it’s just adolescence getting
to him. You remember how we were at that age, always at each other’s throats,
impatient, and constantly pent up with energy we weren’t sure how to expend…”
·Oikawa laughs at that and the tension diffuses.
·A couple of days later Iwaizumi runs into Seiji
at the gym (Iwaizumi was doing some cardio, but on his way to the locker room he
walks past a separate room with a boxing ring and finds Seiji taking quick jabs
at a punching bag in the corner.
·Iwaizumi approaches him and Seiji glares at him
when he sees him.
·“Stay away from my mom,” Seiji growls at him.
·“I’m your neighbor, that’s going to be a little
hard,” Iwaizumi calmly replies.
·“Listen man,” Seiji says, ripping the headphones
out of his ears. Iwaizumi can faintly hear music from a band he likes playing
from them. “The last thing my mom needs is an old flame or whatever you are to
mess with him, ok?”
·Seiji shoulders past him and picks up his duffle
bag. “My mom has no interest in dating. Hasn’t since I was born, and probably
even before that when whoever my piece of shit father was left him. Plenty of
guys like you have showed up to bother my mom before, so leave him alone.”
·With that, Seiji walks toward the door, but
Iwaizumi calls after him.
·“Maybe you should go home early enough to eat
dinner with your mother sometimes.”
·Seiji slams the door on his way out.
·A few weeks later Iwaizumi gets a patient and it’s
Seiji, accompanied by a panicked teammate.
·Seiji is sulking with a sprained ankle. He
definitely looks like his mother now.
·Iwaizumi examines and treats Seiji
professionally, while Seiji attempts to burn a hole in Iwaizumi’s head through
his intense glare.
·A nurse goes in to teach Seiji how to wrap his
ankle, massage it, ice it, rest it, etc. Iwaizumi goes out to see the teammate
Seiji came with sitting outside with his head in his hands, muttering “it’s all
·Iwaizumi asks him what’s wrong, mostly to
diffuse his panic and prevent him from going into an attack.
·The teammate explains how he had been
accompanying Seiji for late-night extra practices on his spikes and serve
receives [truly like Iwaizumi, I know] but he tossed the ball to Seiji bad, yet
Seiji still tried to slam it down, landing funny on his foot and then falling
over because the landing rolled his ankle.
·Iwaizumi wants to laugh almost, but he’s livid
that Seiji has the same self-destructive tendencies as his mother.
·Iwaizumi sends the boy home telling him not to
worry, and then goes to turn in Seiji’s paperwork, as well as make a call.
·He finds Seiji later trying to hobble out of his
room discretely, but Iwaizumi stops him.
·“You can’t leave yet.”
·He glares. “You’re not the boss of me. I’m
·“You need a crutch, and you have a prescription pickup
for a pain killer.”
·“I don’t have the money on hand for that, so no
·“I know. Which is why I called your mother.”
·“You did what!?”
·Just as Seiji hisses those words, Oikawa comes
in with “Seiji!”
·Seiji’s face immediately into falls from anger
to horror. “Ma, I—”
·“What were you thinking!?” Oikawa yells, and
Seiji flinches just the slightest.
·“It’s not that big a deal—” Seiji weakly argues.
·“Iwa-chan told me you need a crutch and pain
killers! Don’t try to write this off as ‘not a big deal,’ young man.” Oikawa
says, with a trademark parent look of disapproval.
·Seiji whips around to glare at Iwaizumi and
Iwaizumi tries not to feel smug.
·“I’m really fine Mom,” Seiji says when he turns
back to Oikawa.
·“How can you be serious about volleyball if you
don’t treat yourself, your own body, seriously?” Oikawa asks.
·Something snaps, Iwaizumi can feel it.
·“I’m as serious about volleyball as you are!”
·Again, his anger isn’t like Oikawa’s. Oikawa’s anger
is a quiet intensity that chills people to the people to the bone, elicits fear
from a person’s very core. Seiji’s anger was more explosive, more aggressive,
more forceful, something that overwhelms a person and sweeps everything else
away. Iwaizumi has felt that anger before, but he doesn’t remember where.
·Oikawa stares at Seiji impassively, having obvious
experience with this anger for a very long time.
·“That’s rich coming from you, Ma! Everyone knows
you pushed your body past its limits when you were practicing!”
·“Then why are you repeating my mistakes?”
·“I just want to be as good as you were! I want
to make you proud, I, I…” Seiji’s voice breaks with emotion.
·“Seiji…” Oikawa murmurs sadly.
·Iwaizumi claps his hands loudly to draw their
attention to him. “Alright, that’s enough out of both of you. You’re both being
idiots. Seiji, you need to relax, you’re only a first year in high school. You
have time to grow, and you can do so without injuring yourself. Oikawa, don’t
be so hard on Seiji. He’s a kid, he’s bound to push himself and make mistakes, I
know you’re concerned don’t make him feel worse for it. Think about the
position you put your own parents did all those years ago.”
·Oikawa and Seiji wore matching pouts by the end
of Iwaizumi’s speech, properly chastised.
·Finally, Oikawa sighs. “Iwa-chan’s right. I’m
sorry Seiji. I was too harsh. I’m happy you aren’t hurt more than this. Now please
practice patience while you heal up.” Oikawa pulls Seiji into a hug when he’s
·Seiji’s lip wobbles and he closes his eyes as he
buried his face in Oikawa’s shoulder and returns the hug. When he pulls away,
he quickly swipes at his eyes.
·“How long am I on the bench for?” he asks
Iwaizumi with a slightly petulant expression.
·“Three weeks,” Iwaizumi told him.
·Seiji’s eyes widened much like his mother’s when
Oikawa was surprised, but he quickly schools his expression by taking a deep
calming breath, something Iwaizumi remembers teaching Oikawa when they were in
·Oikawa squeezes Seiji’s shoulder as he helps him
away, giving a small wave to Iwaizumi as they left.
·Iwaizumi waves back with a fluttering in his
heart. He knew what these feelings were, he knew they never really went away
with Oikawa, but he also knew how sensitive his son was. He couldn’t intrude on
what Oikawa and his son had.
·Seiji goes to the hospital periodically for
checkups on his ankle, and on one visit, he holds out a bento box with the hand
that wasn’t gripping his crutch.
·“What’s this?” Iwaizumi asks.
·“Gift from my Mom. He told me to give it to you
if I saw you. So here.”
·Iwaizumi takes it. “Thank you.”
·“Whatever. I guess it’s ok for you to talk to my
Mom. He looks happy after conversations with you.”
·After Seiji gets better and can’t deliver bentos
anymore, Oikawa invites Iwaizumi over to have dinner.
·Seiji turns up to dinner more often then, on the
excuse that he has to monitor Iwaizumi to make sure he didn’t do anything
·Seiji ends up suffering through watching his Mom
and their neighbor flirting like crazy, and he feels his dinner coming back up.
·“Ma… Are you sure you and Iwa-san aren’t, like,
·Oikawa drops the plate he’s washing and it
clatters in the sink but thankfully doesn’t break.
·“S-S-Seiji, what are you even saying honey? Go
to bed Sei-chan.”
·Seiji narrows his eyes. His mother never called
him ‘Sei-chan’ unless he was trying to distract him.
·Seiji decides he’s going to get to the bottom of
·Meanwhile Iwaizumi and Oikawa are getting so
close it was almost like they never had that huge clunk of time splintering
·Iwaizumi tells himself it was because they were
so used to each other that they were able to fall into their rhythm so easily
again, not like they were soulmates or anything.
·Iwaizumi and Seiji also begin to bond with each
other, Seiji looks less grumpy and more often happy, comes home more often, and
stops pushing himself so much. He learns to accept mistakes me makes and grow
from them. It makes Seiji more relaxed.
·Still, Seiji starts to go through everything in
storage, finds old pictures of his mother and Iwaizumi as children, classmates,
teammates. He finds old gameplay videos, watches them play perfectly on court
with a tightness in his chest. But there was nothing past high school.
·After days, Seiji is about to give up when he
sees something stick out of an old dusty book at the bottom of a box.
·Of course it’s a theory book on aliens. Seiji rolls
his eyes as he plucks a letter from between the pages.
·It’s fully addressed to a residence in Hokkaido,
dated about five years ago. Iwaizumi’s full name is written on the front.
·Seiji swallows nervously as he opens the sealed envelope
and reads the letter.
·I don’t know where to begin. It’s been ten years
since I last saw you. And Hajime, I…I have something I should have told you
years ago. The thing is…”
·Seiji finishes the letter and his whole body is
trembling. He doesn’t know what emotion is exactly wracking his body, but the
letter is crushed in his clenched fist.
·He emerges from the storage room and slams the door
·Oikawa is reading on the couches and jumped at
the sound, putting his book down and setting his glasses aside.
·“Seiji? I told you not to slam doors.”
·“How could you!? Why didn’t you tell me that
Iwa-san is my father?”
·Oikawa’s face pales and his eyes flit to the
letter in Seiji’s hand.
·“Where did you get that letter?”
·“Don’t change the subject! Tell me why!”
·“Seiji, Iwa-chan doesn’t even know you’re his
son. Hell, he doesn’t know he’s a father.”
·“What?” The rage drains out of Seiji. He
remembers the letter’s words, and realizes that he had been blinded with shock
in learning his father’s identity, but the letter was a confession about Seiji.
·“Seiji, please calm down and let me explain,” Oikawa
says, approaching Seiji.
·Seiji shakes his head. “I need to clear my head.”
·He leaves the apartment. And doesn’t return for
·Oikawa is obviously distraught and on the verge
of calling the police. Iwaizumi finds him like this, and Oikawa tells him
everything, even showing Iwaizumi the letter Seiji had found. Oikawa is
breaking down; he doesn’t care that he revealed his greatest secret. He’d give
away any secret to get his son back.
·Iwaizumi surprisingly holds it together. He
hands the letter back to Oikawa and tells him that he’ll find Seiji.
·Iwaizumi doesn’t have to look far. He finds the
closest open field and sure enough Seiji is sitting there, staring up at the stars.
Iwaizumi’s heart clenches because Seiji looks so much like Oikawa.
·Iwaizumi sits next to him and Seiji jumps. “Iwa-san!”
·Iwaizumi ruffles his hair. “Hey there. Thinking
·“If you’re here…does that mean Mom told you?”
·Iwaizumi nods, but doesn’t look away from the
stars, tracks constellations he and Oikawa mapped as children. Iwaizumi nearly
wishes he could return to such simpler times with Oikawa, but if he did, he
wouldn’t be sitting next to his son at this moment.
·“Are you angry with him?” Seiji asks
·“A little. But it’s more complicated than that.
At the time he got pregnant, Oikawa and I were going separate ways for
university. A relationship wouldn’t be very feasible, let alone raising a child
together. One of us would have to make sacrifices. Oikawa made the choice for
both of us. If I was younger, I might have yelled at him to stop shouldering
burdens all on his own. A part of me still wants to.” Iwaizumi pauses. “The
fact is we can’t change the past, but only move forward from where our pasts
have led us. And you must realize Seiji, your mother loves you and did
everything to protect you.”
·Seiji wipes his eyes briefly. “You really love
Mom, don’t you?”
·“I do.” Iwaizumi stares into the color of his
own eyes reflected in Seiji’s.
·“That’s what I don’t understand! If you two love
each other, why couldn’t we have been a family sooner?”
·Iwaizumi sighs. “A lot has happened, years of
estrangement and miscommunication. It’s my fault for not looking for Tooru harder,
not fighting to be by his and your side.”
·Seiji stares at the grass, chewing his lip. Then
he stands. “I’ll go to my friend’s place and pick up my stuff, and then I’ll
head home. Let my Mom know?”
·Iwaizumi stands. “Sure.” Before Seiji leaves,
Iwaizumi pulls him into a hug.
·A normalcy is established between the three of
them afterwards, but the relationship seems a little shaky. One day while
Iwaizumi is over, Seiji accidentally calls him “Dad” and everyone freezes.
·It leads to the three of them sitting down and
discussing all their feelings, and It’s decided that given Oikawa and Iwaizumi
were practically dating (“Just be official about it already, god,” Seiji
groans) they should function as a family unit.
·The live like that for a few months until Seiji has a breakdown one day when he gets
scared that Iwaizumi might leave, but Iwaizumi comforts him with telling him
that he had been thinking of proposing.
·“You don’t think it’s too late for formalities?”
·“’Course not Dad! Mom will be so happy he might
·“Are you sure…?”
·“Don’t worry Pops, I got this!” Seiji says with
a wink, looking far too mischievous and like Oikawa for Iwaizumi’s liking.
·Seiji tries to hint at more commitment to
Oikawa, but spins it in a way that makes it sound like Iwaizumi wants to leave
·Chaos in the Iwaizumi-Oikawa household is
averted when Iwaizumi pulls out the ring.
·Iwaizumi nearly gets a concussion when Oikawa
tackles him to the floor, and Seiji dogpiles on top of them, nearly
killing both of his parents.
So I’m trying to do a 30 day kettlebell challenge to try and work my way up to 100 rep kettlebell sets. I broke out the 36lb KB and holy crap I felt it most in my grips. Its going to be a long road but I can already tell that I’m going to be happy with the performance results.
The goal is to try to work on my hip drive and grip strength for BJJ and just do some fun cardio that doesn’t aggravate my already fucked up feet.