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blu-joons · 4 years

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You Take Care Of Him After He Injures Himself ~ Super Junior Reaction

Leeteuk:

Your eyes widened as you looked across the room to see Jeongsu walking through and grabbing his coat. Straight away you stood up, walking across the room to stand in front of him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You questioned, preventing him from opening the door. “You’ve got to rest you can’t be going anywhere.”

His head shook, trying to step aside. “I’m the leader, I have to be there. A big of a tight muscle isn’t going to stop me being at the rehearsal.”

“But going out when your told to rest could see you not on the tour altogether,” you sighed, holding onto his arms, “please just rest, for today Jeongsu.”

He sighed as he noticed the pain in your eyes. “I just hate that I’m injured, I’m the one that’s supposed to be there cheering them all on, not sat around at home.”

“They all understand that you need a couple of days to get over this,” you assured him, turning him back around. “Rest now, and then you can get back to work quicker.”

His head nodded, reluctantly letting you guide him back to sit on the sofa. “I’ve not rested for a day in years, I don’t even know what to do with myself just sat around all day. How am I supposed to rest Y/N?”

“We’ll find something, I promise.”

Heechul:

You could hear Heechul shouting as you got yourself ready for the day, you followed his voice through to his computer where you saw him sat playing video games, slamming his controller.

“Don’t panic,” he sighed, feeling your eyes staring across at him. “My wrist is fine, but there’s no way I can just lay in bed all day and do nothing.”

You frowned, walking over to sit on the arm of his chair. “You don’t have to lay in bed, but gaming isn’t doing your wrist any good either.”

“I’m taking care of it,” he argued, but you knew better, as you poked his wrist gently, causing him to hiss. “Okay, maybe it does hurt a little bit still.”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, “I know it sucks, and I know it’s hard, but can you please just give up on the games for today whilst your wrist is sore.”

“I just wish I was at the rehearsal rather than sitting around here,” he frowned, resting into your side, “I need something to distract me from all of it.”

Your lips pressed against the top of his head, “I’m sure there’s something that we can do to distract you from work, which also won’t mean that you end up injuring your wrist more than it already is Heechul.”

“I’ll stop and focus on recovery.”

Yesung:

Your pace quickened as you watched Jungwoon at the front door, placing the leads on both of the dogs, jumping when your hand came across to quickly slam the front door shut.

“What are you doing?” He frowned, watching the sad expression on your face. “I can’t stay in here all week Y/N, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Your eyes looked down at the strapping still around his ankle, “you’re not fit to go for a walk, you know what the physio said, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“It’s hurting me knowing that I’m not a part of the comeback,” he admitted, staring at the floor, “that’s where I’m supposed to be, not here.”

Your hand reached out to hold onto his, “if you really want to go out, I’m coming with you. I’m not going to risk anything happening to you if you’re on your own.”

“I won’t go far,” he assured you as you grabbed your coat, “I just want a bit of fresh air, and also my Instagram needs a few more photos for me to upload.”

Your head shook, lightly hitting the top of his arm, “I’m sure Instagram can be starved for a few days whilst you recover. But you’re not allowed to start squatting or kneeling to find your angles like you usually do.”

“Now what am I supposed to do?”

Shindong:

The sound of you clearing your throat caused Donghee to tense up as he sat at his computer, hearing your footsteps walk into his office with your arms folded across your chest.

“What happened to you being told not to work for a week?” You questioned, moving across to stand behind him. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

He let go of the mouse, glancing up at you. “I’ve rested for four days, and it’s boring. I just want to do something again, and this isn’t too hard on me.”

“They told you a week,” you whispered, seeing in his eyes how much he was struggling. “You need to focus on getting healthy for the comeback again.”

His head nodded, knowing how important it was. “My knee doesn’t even hurt anymore, and I’m only sitting at my desk, I’m not moving my leg at all.”

“Let me at least get you a pillow to rest your leg on,” you sighed, walking through into the living room, returning a few moments later and passing it across to him.

His other hand reached out for you to hold onto. “I know that you worry, and I really appreciate that you do, but I can’t stay here doing nothing any longer. If my knee begins to hurt, I promise that I’ll go back to bed immediately.”

“I guess sitting here won’t do too much harm.”

Eunhyuk:

You pushed the studio door open, shaking your head as soon as you saw Hyukjae dancing around, everyone else was gone, leaving him as the last one there for the day.

“Hyukjae,” you sighed, walking into the studio as he spun around. “You promised me you were just coming here to record the song, not dance.”

Instantly, he felt guilty, pausing the music. “I’m sorry, I just had this bit of inspiration and I knew I needed to work on something before I forgot.”

“You’re injured,” you reminded him, taking a quick glance down at his leg. “How are you going to recover if you just keep on dancing?”

His shoulders shrugged, looking down at the wooden floor. “It’s hard when all I want to do is dance, I don’t know how to stop myself.”

“I know it’s hard,” you sighed, “but the more you rest now, the quicker you can come back to the studio and dance like you want to.”

His head nodded, walking across the room to turn the stereo off. “I’m sorry I went against my promise and came here to dance, I really didn’t mean to, it’s just who I am, and I really couldn’t stop myself this time.”

“I understand it’s hard, it’s alright Hyuk.”

Siwon:

You were surprised to see the other side of the bed empty as you woke up, walking around the house you saw Siwon sat in the living room, flicking through the pages of the newspaper.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on bed rest?” You quizzed, moving through the room to sit beside him. “You’re supposed to lay down to rest your leg.”

He frowned, draping his arm across your shoulders. “I’m getting fed up with just lying there, I wanted to walk around for a bit and remember the place.”

“I could have bought you the newspaper,” you pointed out to him, “I know it’s hard, but there’s a reason why they tell you to rest.”

He nodded dejectedly, leaning his head to rest against yours. “It’s been forever since I sat down and did nothing, I don’t really know how to cope right now.”

“It will get easier, the first few days of recover are always the hardest,” you reminded him, “but we’ll get you back to your usual self as quickly as we can.”

His head nodded, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. “I just want it to happen now, this is horrible, and I hate the fact I’m probably burdening you so much, you shouldn’t have to be here looking after me.”

“I want to help you, and deep down, you need me.”

Donghae:

The sound of the blender caused you to stir as you woke up, straight away you knew there was only one thing that would cause the noise, rushing straight into the kitchen to check.

“Do you want one?” Donghae asked as you raced in to see him blending one of his smoothies. “I think I made a little too much this time around.”

Your head shook in disbelief at him, “you’re supposed to be resting your wrist and not lifting things, I could have done this for you.”

“I just want a bit of independence back,” he admitted, smiling apologetically. “I don’t want to feel like I have to rely on you for every little thing.”

You took the blender from him to pour him a glass. “You have to rely on me to recover, and I really don’t mind looking after you, I actually quite enjoy it.”

“I couldn’t disturb you either this morning,” he added, bringing the glass to his lips. “You looked so peaceful sleeping, there was no way that I could wake you.”

Your head shook, poking several times into his toned tummy. “I don’t care how peaceful I look; you wake me up when you need my help otherwise it’ll be forever until you get back on stage with all the boys again.”

“I won’t do it again, I promise.”

Ryeowook:

You could hear the sounds of Ryeowook clearing his throat as you walked into your apartment at the end of your shift, following it straight away to see what was happening.

“Damn,” his voice muttered as he tried to hit the note yet again, only for his voice to falter on him. “Why can’t I just hit it?” He questioned.

You walked into the room, making him jump. “You’re supposed to be on voice rest so you can hit those notes, not singing when you shouldn’t.”

“I just miss it,” he frowned, closing his music book, “there doesn’t feel like there’s any progress in my voice, I sound just as bad as I did a few days ago.”

You sighed, walking over to give him a tight hug. “I know your miss it, and I know it’s hard. But you’ve got to think about the long term of your voice right now.”

“I never imagined a moment where I wouldn’t be able to sing,” he whispered, “right now it feels like I’ll never be able to sing again.”

Your heart broke as he laid against your chest, holding onto you tightly. “You will sing Wookie; it’s just going to take a bit of time. Sometimes you can’t rush these things, and that’s something you need to focus on right now.”

“Thank you for helping me feel better.”

Kyuhyun:

You couldn’t help but groan as your body woke you up yet again as a result of Kyuhyun shuffling beside you, desperately trying to find a way to get him, and his elbow, comfortable.

“Kyu,” you whispered, turning around to face him, “can you please let me go and get the cushion so that you can rest your elbow properly?”

He frowned, lifting his arm so it rested on top of the duvet. “I just wish this stupid thing would stop hurting, it’ll be forever until I recover at this rate.”

“It will be if you continue being stubborn and not doing as you’re told,” you scolded, resting your hand over his. “Can I go and get it?”

His head slowly nodded as you slid out of the bed to grab the pillow from the other side of the room. “Why did I have to get injured now, I’ve had months of nothing.”

“It sucks,” you stated, placing the cushion underneath his elbow. “But hopefully if you carry on as you are, you’ll be back in time to catch up for the comeback.”

His head nodded once again, instantly feeling considerably more comfortable with the cushion under his injury. “I don’t want to miss the comeback Y/N, I don’t know what I’ll do if I end up sitting on the side lines.”

“We’ll get you ready for it, I promise.”

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hoopdiddies · 5 years

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I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 7)

A/N: This is probably the longest I've written in this series. Again guys, thank you for the support, your comments and likes mean so much! My tag list is always open so feel free to ask. And on a slightly heavy note: the next chapter could be really angsty. Just a heads up right there uwu

Summary: You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Warnings: Angst, slight drinking, slight swearing, (yeah the fluff is still present)

W/C: 5k-ish

Tags: @haendel-me-with-care

@mrsdoradominguez-barnes

@mickmoon

@lakef

@mrsmazzello

@valeriecarolinaw

@queen-turtle-boiii

Edited// I forgot to link the previous parts

Parts: 6 5 4 3 2 1

(Got the pic from Pinterest hhh-)

Storing the luggage bag you've purchased for a fair price in the spare room, you come across a small box of sundries tucked in one corner with cobwebs clinging to the sides. Your eyes light up with curiosity spiking within you, you pick it up and dust the webs off, blowing the particles away from the top. You squat on the floor and open the flaps, discovering small yet familiar items that had been lost in time– one of them being a sepia-toned polaroid of you and Ben posing dramatically with hilarious doodles drawn on your faces. You forgot about this, feeling a little guilty that you had hidden it away in a drafty box without remembering doing anything of the sort. You flip the picture over and spot a date and an unfinished sentence written in faded ink on the bottom left part. This was taken on Homecoming night.

'I'm not going-' it says, clearly discontinued next to the date. Silly to think that the picture somehow represents a puzzle piece torn away from its board.

You were bound to graduate the week after and barely a day after, not see each other for several years due to your career paths and post-college choices.

You pull on the hem of your shirt, clearing the picture of dust and any more impurities, finally fitting it into your back pocket to finally treasure it the way it was always meant to be treasured.

The door clicks as you bring it close, your eyes gluing themselves at the hardwood floor seconds to having self-pity billow over you at how quickly your tears surface in the corner of your eyes from the memory of Ben spinning Rosy around - the exact way he did with you -and kissing her like she's a pouch full of life.

You clamp down on your bottom lip, trying your hardest not to stain your cheeks with your pooling tears. "Jeez, you just-" you pace back and forth in frustration, balling your fists as you gesticulate lazily, "you just don't get it, Y/N! Ugh, you're so- fuck, just get over it..." Knowing your harsh soliloquy would be getting you nowhere, you snarl strongly at yourself and roughly wipe your tears away with the back of your hand.

"He loves Rosy. F-freaking deal with it!" The reminder takes a hiss from your quivering lips for it to sink in; you have your own place in his life– a place behind the line you'd drawn in the years prior. The friend zone couldn't be any more hollow and cold than it already is.

And a polaroid pic is the only remnant left of how inseparable you and Ben were in the early days.

At the same time you're feeling your heart tear itself apart, Ben pulls out a picture - similar to what you've found - from the inner pocket of his old varsity jacket in the middle of rummaging through his wardrobe. He leaves his room in his pajamas and tosses himself on the couch next to a sleeping Frankie, softly apologizing to the little beagle for disturbing her cat-like nap. As he cuddles Frankie close, he scrutinizes the picture and it's also from Homecoming, but in it both of you are beaming widely with your arms slung around one another– the doodles ever-so-present on your faces. Behind it, the date and the continuation of the trailed-off sentence written at the back of your share of the memory.

'-anywhere at all.'- it ends in Ben's part of the duality. He grins fondly at the long lost picture, feeling twice as guilty for not keeping it safe and...close to his heart, just as he had promised you that night.

- - - - - - - -

In the convenience of Lucy needing some company to shop with for awards season just as she had returned from her get-away with Rami, she drags you along happily, having to pass through you insisting that you stay at home and study but purposefully ending up under her mercy anyway. You couldn't say no to her, she's basically your sparkly, glam counterpart and you're in need of her life-altering sparkles as of now. Especially since you're going to be tagging along with them, mainly as Joe's date cause you know, you're his 'girlfriend' and all.

You're at the mall, in a stylish boutique full of lines of voguish clothing and shoes that could span miles if not compressed together. For once in the hours you've spent scampering around the mall with Lucy to hoard dresses, skin products and make up, you admit that this is the most aesthetically pleasing space in the entire building.

You traipse along a section with black dresses fashioned into different forms, silently praying that what you have with you will amount to at least one of the varying prices.

Lucy's on the opposite side, ogling at the most colorful section in the boutique for a piece to wear. She peers over at you to make sure you've chosen your 'fighter'. A few swishes of the dresses lined up and you do, holding it up high to evaluate the appropriateness.

It's a sleeveless, halter neck satin that's just a few inches above the knee. Utterly backless but it ends right up the small of your back. The fabric is stretchy enough to move around and breathe in as it simultaneously hugs your shape. You love it but gulp as you prepare yourself for the price. Flipping the tag over, you suddenly wish you could let out the biggest, girlish squeal the human race has ever heard with how surprisingly affordable it is.

"Finally picked out yours?" Lucy pokes her head up playfully and you nod, quite speechless but giddy. She makes a grabby hand at your dress to examine it for herself.

Well she's the fashion guru so why not? You hand her the dress and as she trails her eyes from top to bottom, her mouth falls at the simple yet elegant details. "This is perfect! I highly doubt that it's not going to catch every exposed eye present at the event."

Your flush profusely at her comment. "Thanks but I'll be bringing a coat with me."

That triggered her, but of course you're only teasing. "You better effing not." She warns you and you chuckle, taking the dress from her and evenly brushing the skirt.

"I won't, you can sleep soundly tonight."

You assure her of the possibility. As you exit the boutique with a few bags you're not used to holding, Lucy takes out her phone and gasps, her face contorting with a little disbelief. "Uh oh, this might ruin your mood." She hands you the phone and you gape at her confusingly before taking a quick look.

Ben's posted some updates on his wedding preparations, shockingly tagging you, Joe, Gwil and Lucy in one photo. He's pretty busy alright; unable to text or call you for days but miraculously tagging you out of nowhere.

You come to disregard it until you notice one minute but important detail hidden in plain sight in all of his posts– there isn't a single one with him and Rosy together alone. None of such as well on his new ones.

The only post he's had with a close girl is the one with you, which is at the very bottom of his Instagram feed. You won't admit it but it warms your heart a little. Actually, a whole lot despite wondering why there's none of him and his fiancee. You hand Lucy her phone back and tilt your head to one side, suddenly finding the eagerness to go on shopping. "Let's go."

The following week comes as a radial blur contrasted to the slightly moderate one you just woke up from; your manager phoning you up to take the earliest shift you've had in years at the expense of your allotted time to rest, the heavy workload and rush hours in the upcoming hours followed by the slowest progress of filing your travel documents and visa needed for your departure on the 26th. You've got tons of missed calls from your parents and Joe, who's requested for you to pack up early since you'll be leaving for LA with Lucy on the day of the awards but earlier.

Also noting that you still need to double check the costs for flying to LA and back, ruling out the one exclusive for your flight on the 26th.

For mere days you feel as if you could lose your sanity as your life spirals into madness with everything you're required to do– whether or not you're obliged to do it.

But they are effective distractions for that problem you are still very much preoccupied with. That's a matter noteworthy of later discussion. Amidst all the chaos happening, part of you wishes for Ben to reply to your messages or even talk to you in the slightest. You never bothered to call this week since he's tied up but the least he could do is let you know how he's doing, if he's thinking of you once in a thousand passing seconds.

You give up for a day waiting on him and drown yourself in work.

- - - - - - -

Securing your phone between your tilted head and your shoulder as you indulge in your talk with Joe through the line, you crouch and zip your luggage bag close. Your eyes fixating themselves on two, separate luggage bags for two, separate travels.

"Was that all of it?" Joe's disembodied voice asks. You spring up and take your phone between your fingers. "Pretty much. I better have a kick out of something by the time we touchdown tomorrow– it's my first visit to the US." You inform him, leaping into your bed and landing comfortably.

He chortles softly and ensures you. "I know and you can be sure to expect a good par- ow! Bad kitty!" His smooth transition to a yelp amuses you for split second.

"Are you alright? "

"No. I'm finally feline food to my kid." He refers to his pet cat that has taken a small nibble on his finger, in which Joe returns with a light ruffle to its fur. You can't help but giggle heartily at him.

"Anyway, I'm picking you and Lucy up from LAX tomorrow." He gives you that heads up and you bring your hand up to your forehead. "Where will we be staying?"

"I've booked a hotel earlier so you've got nothing to worry about the moment you land." A faint crunch can be heard from your end and you mind to ask Joe about it. "Are you- are you eating?"

To answer your question, he bites down on his food sloppily and guarantees you of what you heard. You smack your lips together as your eyes narrow in bewilderment.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Sometimes you make it easier for me to hit you with a pillow."

"Is that how you treat your boyfriend?" He taunts at you and cackles, his distorted voice bouncing off of the walls of your room. You sigh, defeated by the fact that this charade is still going on. It's silly and immature yet you and Joe somehow managed to stick to the act.

"Speaking of boyfriend though– would he be furious if I told him that I couldn't be there on his wedding day?" Since you're rested and got nothing else to distract you, you pop the question to Joe.

"Ben?"

You hum softly.

"There are two scenarios that we need to consider," on his end, Joe taps his finger on his lips as he thinks of said scenarios, "Best case scenario- he would get discouraged and slightly unmotivated, and obviously sad, but he'd still support you cause that's your dream."

You sit up and twirl the ends of your hair around your finger, swallowing. "And worst case scenario?"

Joe falls silent before exhaling harshly. "You'd crush his soul, heart, everything ranging from physical to spiritual and it would take a toll– and I mean a substantial toll on your friendship."

"Joe, don't make it sound like a prospect! "

"That is, " he adds strongly, "if he finds out that you had meant for him to be oblivious to it." And he's right. But you had a reason. You still do. Even if you do end up telling him and he supports you, you need a great deal of space to move on.

As long as he's committed to Rosy and you're in the sidelines still in love with him, it's just something toxic. You couldn't love anybody they way you do Ben and you feel like you'll never love someone like him ever again. Albeit how clueless he is sometimes and clumsy, you both had survived every storm and wave. So sticking around to witness him give his hand and heart to someone else is torture for you.

"I'm gonna be direct and say-" just as you begin talking, your phone shrills to another caller, cutting you off from Joe.

One look at the screen and your heart begins racing. Speak of the devil. You reserve an explanation for cutting off and answer Ben, clearing your throat. "You're late."

Ben's gruff chuckle welcomes you back. "I know, I'm so sorry. Busiest week I've had and the lady at Starbucks signed my cup like a snail."

"What are you doing tonight that requires coffee?"

"Call me dramatic- or do so, given that I'm an actor- but I just want to stargaze right now." You hear a light rustle coming from his end, like he's seated out on his lawn.

Silently giving him the 'oh really' look, you spread one side of the curtain to let some moon light in. "Ben, you're leaving early tomorrow."

He hums, seemingly enjoying himself. "But that's not an excuse to not enjoy the night." This boy can not get any cornier. You cast your gaze upon the moon, sighing profoundly. "How did the wedding planning go? Good?"

"Hm, yeah. Church wedding, big reception. Whole lot of booze binging planned out. And a killer bachelor party the day after the awards. " He jokes through the line and you tell him off in a playful chide. "Benjamin Jones, you better-"

"I won't. I won't." You sense his gentle smile from your end, checking the time and reluctantly coming to the decision to hit the hay since you'll be leaving early as well. As much as you want to recreate those late night conversations you once had with him, you can't.

"Hey?" You coo somehow.

"Yeah?"

"I gotta sleep. I have to meet Lucy at the airport at 5."

He gives out a throaty grunt as if he's pulling himself up. "Tragic. I'll see you in LA then, love."

Your lips curl up into the gentlest smile with the moonlight blessing it from the window. "You too. Tell yourself and the rest- especially Brian and Roger- that I'm gonna be rooting for you guys to get up on that stage."

"I will. Thanks for the motivation, Y/N. All the words coming from you just mean so much to me. To all of us." And in his voice, you can hear his utmost sincerity and fondness just highlighting his tone.

"Anytime. Now let me sleep, you bloke. "

"Haha, alright. Love you tons, love."

Shifting your eyes to the sky once more, you reply, allowing the words you're about to say to mean more.

"I love you too, Ben. Good night."

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24th

You had promised Lucy you'd arrive 10 minutes earlier than her and you really didn't hold on to that promise. As soon as you arrive at the airport nearly bathing in sweat and deaf from the multiple rings Lucy has given you, you both take off to the waiting area with your heavy luggage where you spend an hour and a half waiting for your flight to board. Joe has sent two texts telling you that he's still in the middle of having coffee and it's a questionable action since he's 8 hours behind you and is expected to be asleep by now.

You reply with a simple, "See you there" before heeding to the call of your flight number from the speakers.

All the rushing and you haven't had a bite of breakfast yet. An eleven hour flight doesn't sound so bad, as long as you make sure you don't reel everytime you get up to use the bathroom and acquire jet lag the moment you land from a direct flight without any pit stops. The flight is long as you are awake but by the time you fall asleep in between hours, it shortens the duration. The pilot announcing your arrival wakes you and Lucy from the latest nap you've had on the plane. After gathering your luggage and answering a couple of phone calls on you way down the plane, the arrival area is where you spy Joe behind the red tapes, a scarf around his neck and an eager look plastered on his pale skin, just waiting for you and Lucy to step in. His eyes crinkle as he sees you both treading towards him with a handful of luggage. He greets you both with a tight hug and ushers you to his car, assisting with the transport of your things.

He's booked you in the hotel he's staying in to, of course, avoid some minor inconveniences especially since the awards start at 7 pm and you drastically need Lucy to help you prepare. Upon reaching the hotel, he leads the both of you up the second floor and into the hall for your rooms.

Apparently you and Lucy will be sharing which is the great and Joe will be staying in the room right across yours.

After giving yourselves a brief tour of the room, you settle in and unpack your essentials.

"Y/N, bring out your fighter!" Lucy declares with a giggle, pulling the dress she's chosen from her suitcase. It's a purple, off-the-shoulder, crepe satin and black velvet gown that cascades gracefully against the stable air.

Your eyes widen in awe at how it looks against the light. "No need for a match, Luce. You win," you raise your hands up in surrender, "that's- that's catching more eyes. From Rami of course."

"Oh shut it. You'll look smooth in black." She clicks her tongue and smoothens it at the edge of the bed. You whip out yours and hold it up high, wavering a little at how you'll look like in it tonight. How fortunate you were to find 3-inch, black pumps closeted when you were 'panic packing' the night before. You take it out from your suitcase and set it aside before striding towards the blinds, pulling it up and beholding the breathtaking view of Hollywood before you.

Your first visit to the US and you're already headed to the Oscars. This isn't the real life. This is just fantasy.

- - - - - - - -

"We're having a dinner party afterwards, I don't see any reason for two sandwiches before the ceremony." Staring blankly at how Joe's handling waiting for you and Lucy to emerge from your room, Rami purses his lips quizzically– he's come by to pick up his girl as well. The two men look dashingly handsome in their black tuxes and slick hairstyles– their individual charm strong as they highly anticipate for your appearances.

Joe swallows the chunk in his mouth before speaking. "I'm stressed."

"About what?"

He bites down on his last sandwich, dusting his hands off crumbs as he reasons out. "It's the Oscars. Biggest ceremony of the year."

With a shake of his head, Rami opens his mouth to protest but pauses as the creak of the door behind them butts in their conversation. Lucy - exquisite in her cascading satin gown and look dotted in light to moderate make up - emerges with her purse in hand and eyes heady on Rami.

Joe wishes he could loosen some hinges in Rami's jaw since the latter has got his mouth agape at her girlfriend's evening look. To him, she is his ultimate award and he wouldn't have it in any other way.

"Hey, babe." Lucy smiles delicately and kisses Rami's cheek, to which he responds with a breathless, "Luce, you look..." His starstruck silence finishing his compliment for her. Joe hums, agreeing with crossed arms. "I wish I was as pretty as you, Boynton."

"You boys look handsome, too." Lucy giggles softly and Joe begins to wonder. "Where's Y/N?"

"She'll be out in three...two..." As Lucy deliberately pauses her countdown, you come out of the room, head down as you feel a bit hesitant to continue but you regain your confidence and look up timidly– your appearance putting Joe in the same position Rami was just in with Lucy. The dress really agrees to your form, contouring every curve of your body in a semi-sensual way, guaranteeing that you'll be snagging some looks tonight. Your (H/C) hair frames your face intricately with your light make-up emphasizing the color of your eyes and lips. The light brush of air against the skin of your exposed back makes you clutch your purse tighter, deeming it uncomfortable.

Lucy smiles proudly at her work and that is you. "Well, how does she look Joe?"

Joe lets out a hitched exhale, hazel eyes wide as a sinkhole and a slacked jaw struggling to budge. "Like my girlfriend."

"You wish." You can't help but retort playfully and he brings his finger up to his lips, hushing you. Rami compliments you as well and you thank him as the four of you make your way to the elevator– your arm on Joe's and Lucy's on Rami's.

You've taken a limo for the sake of convenience, since Joe and Rami wanted to propose a pre-toast - with the champagne present in the vehicle - to their successes and hard work in the past year. You have faith they'd bring home an Oscar; considering how spectacular their work was portraying the members of Queen. You're also thrilled that you're about to meet Brian and Roger.

The limo parks just across Dolby Theatre and the four of you climb out, making your way arms-in-arms into the place crowded with paparazzi and attendees. You see yourself as a small fish swimming in a sea full of majestic dolphins. This is the big leagues right here and you're not even one bit of a celebrity– at least you feel like you aren't one. After a couple of shoulder brushes with either familiar and unfamiliar faces and escaping the blinding flashes of the cameras, the four of you reunite with Gwilym who has Roger and Brian present by his side. You are introduced to the two Queen members by Joe and you couldn't be any more happier to meet them in person. A couple of moments of interacting with the rest of the crew and cast, Ben joins the 'party' looking sharp and admittedly drop-dead gorgeous in his white tuxedo blazer and slicked back hair with Rosy by his side.

Before he could even reply to the greetings of his friends, he lays his eyes on you and for a while– his pupils dilate and his expression flits faster than he can command it to. He can't believe what or who he is seeing before him amidst all the glam. Letting go of Rosy's hand for a minute, he steps close to you, indescribably captivated. "Y/N...h-hey."

You keep your composure, musing back. "Hey. You look left out, outfit-wise, and a like a million bucks."

It takes him nearly five seconds to reply with the way hes has his eyes transfixed on you. It's like he's seeing you for the first time. Your evening look setting him back to Homecoming night and something inside him just tweaks. You avoid his mindless gaze and break the silence, trying your hardest not to flush. "Ben, please talk. It's just really-"

"You look...beautiful." He breathes out like he had just gotten up from under water.

#queen #borhap #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #borhap cast #borhap cast x reader #borhap imagine #joe mazzello #ben hardy fanfic #imagine #fanfic

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bethanybusche · 7 years

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Dynamic Strength review!

Hello hello again. Thank you for the patience as I do not follow the calendar for this workout program. :) Several people kept telling me - ‘wait until you do all the push-ups in Dynamic Strength’. Well, here it is. The time has come.

Time: 47 minutes

Equipment needed: none

Here is my review of Dynamic Strength! Whoa Nelly! Jericho’s hair is super high on her head and Joel’s shirt says ‘check this’. I will Joel. I will.

Warm Up:

This is 2 minutes of getting the heart rate up by bouncing side to side with chest openers, shoulder rolls with the arms, jumping jacks (whaaaaaat – this is new), wide feet windmills (so is this), hip rolls, and torso rotations.

You have 12 three minute rounds with three moves in each round. There is a 30 second break between rounds but these are really just used for position changing.

TWELVE rounds? Okay.

Here we go.

Round 1/12:

Inchworm Push-Up

I am a big fan of having my clients do these – so bravo to this move! Reach your hands to the ground and keep your legs straight (slight bend in the knee), walk your hands forward, do a push-up, walk your hands back to your toes and stand up. Try doing inchworms for 30 minutes. That would be a great workout.

Bridge Reachover

Lay on your back, knees bent, reach up and over diagonally. Alternate sides, push up through your feet and squeeze your glutes. ‘It’s as if you have a heavy opponent on top of you and you are trying to throw them off of you’.

To be honest with you - I am not a fan of this move because of the twerk it puts on the spine. Therefore, I modified and did a glute bridge the entire time. I felt it in my glutes so I recommend you do this instead.

R Single Leg Balance W/ Kick

This is great for the hammies if you do it correctly. Stand on your right leg, extend right arm for balance, reach your left arm to the ground, left leg goes backwards, come back up and kick your leg forward. You basically become a teeter-totter on one leg. My recommendation – keep a slight bend in the knee of the leg on the ground and use your hamstrings and glutes.

30 second break – you do not need it. Walk around aimlessly.

Round 2/12:

Scissor Push-Up

Start in a high plank, bring one foot under the other, hips turn, do a push-up. Alternate sides. Keep your back flat and core tight.

This is just ludicrous.

Sumo Squat W/ Leg Check

Wide leg squat, lift the knee up to the elbow and crunch your obliques. Alternate sides. To get the most out of it - do a good squat, squeeze your glutes as you stand, and crunch that oblique as you raise you knee.

L Single Leg Balance W/ Kick

This is the same as the last single leg balance, but the other leg is floating. Use those hamstrings.

You get a 30 second break - as usual - take a breath and reset for the next move.

Round 3/12:

Walking Split Push-Up

One hand is under the shoulder and the other is just outside the shoulder. Do a push-up, switch the hand placement, do a push-up. Keep your elbows pointing towards the back of the room. Cuss a little, it helps. Stay off your knees - you can do this.

Circular Sit Uppercut

This is Joel’s favorite – so it must be great, right? Get your guard up (hands by the face), crunch and throw uppercut to the outside of the knee. Alternate arms every time you sit up. Sound effects may help you.

Balance Repeating Side Kick, Tap Down

This is a balance on one leg and a side kick with the other. You can aim low if you want, just do not fall over. Lots of balance work in this one – that’s great. Build some hamstring and core strength. Breathe. Or die.

Round 4/12:

Push-Up To Knee Hip Escape

Well this is quite a name. You do a push-up, bring the alternating knee to the hand and tap. Alternate sides with every push-up. OH THERE IS STREET FIGHTER SOPHIE. Watch her do the rotating in her pink sports bra.

Floating Starfish

On your stomach, spread your arms and legs, bring them all up off the ground, alternate opposite arm and leg off the ground. This is much like a superman. Squeeze your glutes to get your legs higher.

To be honest again - I do not like this move because the spine should not be moved like this. I modified it to a hands to toes swimming superman (legs and arms move out and back in and maintain the same lateral space).

If you wanted to see what not to do:

Balance Repeating Side Kick, Tap Down

This is the same as last time, but using the other leg. Find your control in the core and your breath.

Round 5/12:

Triple Wide Push-Up

I giggled a little bit during the demonstration. Of course you want to kill me with these. Stack wrists underneath shoulders, do a push-up, open the hands wider, do another push-up, open hands wider and do another push-up. Rinse, repeat – bringing arms back in.

My elbows are not back like they should be. Do what I say, not what this shows:

L Reverse Lunge W/ Twist

Hands gently behind the ears (do not put pressure on your neck silly), lunge, bring the back knee up to the alternate elbow. Keep your elbows back, chest lifted, and twist.

Alternating Side Plank

Get into a low plank on your elbows, twist and reach your hand to the sky, come back to plank, and reach towards the sky with the other arm.

This is great - this gave it plenty of time for the sweat to slide from my scalp into my eyeballs.

Round 6/12:

Sphinx Blasters

Stay on the ground! Knees on the ground, hands under your shoulders, do a tricep push-up (arms into rib cage), drop your elbows down (body goes back), bring them back up, press up. This basically looks like you are a cat sniffing the ground.

This is just nuts.

Who came up with this?

R Reverse Lunge W/ Twist

This is the same as the last lunge but on the other side. Do these slowly and with control. Engage the core and keep your chest up.

Sit-Up Escape

Oh good - turn yourself into a pretzel. On your back, one leg bent, do a sit up, move your hands to the outside of the straight leg, switch your feet. You stay low, it sounds like a puzzle until you do it.

Round 7/12:

Things start progressing…

Inchworm Push-Up W/ Alternate Leg Lift

This is the inchworm we did before, but you lift the leg at the bottom of the push-up. Alternate legs each time. Make weird grunting sounds at the floor - I think it may help. If you cannot raise your leg - get over it - and leave it down. It still is a great move.

Bridge Reachover W/ Heel Lift

This is the reach but you lift the heels with the hips. This gets a little calf action in the glute work! If you want to be safe (like me), forget the reach over.

R Single Leg Balance W/ Kick

We have been here before. Do it again like a pro.

Round 8/12:

Scissor Push-Up W/ Floating Leg

We did the scissor push-ups before, now keep the leg off the ground as it crosses underneath the other leg. Obviously, if you cannot do this, put your leg down. It’ll go there automatically.

Mine hit the ground rather quickly into this round. :)

Sumo Squat W/ Leg Check

‘If you want a better legs and booty – this is how it’s going to happen’. Wide leg squat with the leg lift – we have done this before.

L Single Leg Balance W/ Kick

Switch the leg from last time, do the dang thing.

Round 9/12:

Walking Split Push-Up W/ Leg Lift

Staggered hands – one in tricep push-up stance and one wide. Keep the leg of the close arm floating while you do the push-up, alternate.

Circular Sit Uppercut, Hook

These are your sit-ups with uppercuts but now you add a hook. ‘Aim for the chin, aim for the cheek’. Both punches happen on one side before you go back for another sit-up.

Balanced Repeating Side Kick

You get no TAP this time! Do your balance act with a kick but do not tap the ground – figure out your balance. Pretend you are an ice skater. Do what you have to do.

Round 10/12:

Push-Up To Hip Escape, Toe Tap

This is progressed slightly – tap the toe, not the knee. No big deal.

Floating Starfish

This time, lift all four arms and legs at the same time. ‘You’re welcome’, says Joel.

Balance Repeating Side Kick

Do this on the non-dominant stance. Do not tap your leg down between kicks. Fall over and you spend more effort getting up - so do not make that mistake. Take my word for it.

Round 11/12:

Triple Wide Push-Up

Oh joy, these are great. Get off your knees and do these push-ups.

L Reverse Lunge W/ Twist

We have done these – do them well.

Alternating Side Plank W/ Leg Lift

This time, you add an extension with the leg. Oh – how wonderful. Do the low plank on your elbows, twist, arm to the ceiling and raise the leg.

I will be honest - I did not do many of these. I tried. I ended up taking out the leg raise otherwise I would have compensated with other muscles.

Round 12/12:

Sphinx Blasters

Get off your knees and do the crazy push-ups. Your triceps will burn and you will officially look like a cat sniffing the ground.

R Reverse Lunge W/ Twist

Self-Explanatory.

Sit-Up Escape

We have done there. Put some effort into them. You will look cool - like you forgot how to sit down and abruptly decided to change your mind and take a nap/

Cool down:

This is 2 minutes and 45 seconds of stretching your lower back, hamstrings, shoulders, triceps, chest and pep talking. Do not forget – the high fives.

Final Thoughts:

According to my watch, I burned around 300 calories. My heart rate did not get high because most of this workout was spent on the ground doing push-ups. This works as a chest workout. I took a picture during this workout for you:

I had my mother take the photos for this post - thanks Mom!

There are a few things in this workout that I would not recommend doing (such as the Starfish and the Bridge Reachover) because it goes against my functional training (not surprised). A piece of advice for any move - if it feels wrong do not do it. Modify in a smarter way.

I may visit this workout again if I feel like doing obnoxious push-ups for some reason in the future.

Happy chest workout to you! See you in the next post!

#beachbody #beachbodyondemand #coredeforce #beachbodycoredeforce #mma #athomeworkout #workout #fitmom #fitness #mother #workoutathome #cardio #weightloss #motherswholift #momswhoworkout #pushups #chestworkout #upperbody

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So I've stayed quiet long enough and I think I'm finally ready to talk about my feelings and my reaction to the story that's been circulating about the ridiculous reaction to the radio cutest couple contest. I was not expecting this to go viral, much less turn out in my favor so much. I never realized that after being a safe space for so long, that i in turn get to feel safe as well. my wife's job prevents her from being on the phone during the day and lately she's been very overwhelmed checking in at the end of the night so I think that I'll be the one to talk about this. Plus we all know that I am the extrovert of the two and I'll talk about anything. When I dropped the collage of our photos in the comment section of the radio contest, I knew that there would be some sort of lackluster reaction to it. But society has progressed AND it was our anniversary so i was full of happiness. Once i entered, I forgot about my the contest for quite a bit of time I didn't even realize people have voted for me until i got tagged in something My wife and I have been together for eight years. eight years. that's close to a decade. We are so full of love and positivity that we have made it our mission to take that overflowing love and share it with other people. We are inclusive, we listen, we sympathize, and we are a safe haven for everyone who has ever met us. I thought that by entering a normally very heteronormative traditional contest, that at least one same-sex couple could see it and remember that they are just as valid as other couples. Being married to a woman doesnt make me more or less bisexual, so my orientation shouldnt matter. I didn't expect to win, honestly, i didn't expect even make it into the contest. I'm used to seeing discrimination like that in everyday life and I would've understood if the radio station had chosen the way the traditional way to avoid conflict- even if it would have been exclusionary. However it's 2017 and times are changing. I don't expect the runner up with the poor attitude. (I blocked him almost immediately so i dont remember his name) to understand what its like to go outside and fear for your life when your partner grabs your hand. Did you stand at the courthouse trembling when the registrar asked why my wife was changing her name? No, you didn't. You werent there when i bawled in 2012 because doing my 2011 taxes meant filing as single even though I had gotten a civil union on 11/11/11. Nevermind my legal marriage in 2012 or anything. No, you weren't there. Youll never have to be there. You wont ever have to explain your decisions to people. You dont have to face discrimination for your relationship. My marriage is so strong and so loving, and yet people still wish me dead for it. Ive been called a dyke since i was 11. Ive had it written on my desk, ive had it written in my own blood on the schools bathroom mirror after being assaulted in middle school. Ive been sexually assault because of it, and ive been denied opportunities because of my sexual orientation. I dont owe anyone these explanations but i just want people to understand that after years of being called things like a "fat dyke" those words mean nothing to me. In fact I embraced them. Not everyone is privileged enough to do that. I love being chubby. I really do. I spent years and years hating myself and honestly i have never felt more beautiful and honest with myself as i do now. Yeah, i spend my free time squatting and meal prepping, but you'd never know that because im just a "250# dyke" to you. (Bless you for thinking im only 250 lol) Im a fighter; anyone whos spent more than 15 seconds with me knows that I enjoy every single last drop of diversity, yes even your bigoted opinions. Why? Because your opinions based out of hatred just reinforce mine out of love (and a little spite honestly). Your hashtags are appalling. I was put on this planet to do far more than procreate, and honestly insinuating that people who arent fertile or cannot have children, are not people is dehumanizing and objectifying. You keep giving half-assed apologies about how your beliefs are solid, and honestly i dont give a singular shit. I think you're a petulant child who lost a local radio contest because your support is far less than mine. But, thats just my opinion. My opinions are not preventing you from anything, honestly. I still think you deserve basic human rights, even though you think far less for me My wife has come home every night, too anxious about safety and notoriety to do much of anything. I never wanted this to go viral, but honestly your terrible responses from YOU and YOUR BUSINESS are the reasons this spread like wildfire. I havent said anything other than the occasional "No, please don't mention my name in your article." You are upset that your name/address/and phone number were revealed but it was one google search away. If you didnt want to be public, try not being a public official. I have gotten so overwhelmed by the love and support given to my family. People i havent spoken to in years and people that i dont even know have reached out. Ive cried in public when people told me i gave them hope. I am no saint. I am just a fat bisexual girl who likes cats and black lipstick. Im supportive and kind, even my enemies will tell you so. I wish youd stopped to get to know me before trying to assimilate a biography from a collage in the comments of a local radio stations contest I hope you had a great Valentine's Day. I spent mine eating ice cream and singing songs while driving with my wife. Hopefully someday you understand that opinions are kind of like umbrellas- everyone should have them but theyre not always necessary. Feel free to share this and tag anyone whos been involved, i would like for this to be the last of this drama tbh. http://wqad.com/2017/02/15/henry-county-board-member-attacks-lesbian-couple-sparks-facebook-fire-storm/

#lgbt #bisexual #homophobia #gay #biphobia

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zonechin48 · 6 years

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Alana Wylie-Reeves: Getting comfortable with change.

At more than 250 pounds, Alana Wylie-Reeves found herself uncomfortable, frustrated, and immobile. The biggest obstacle she faced in her efforts toward better movement and health? A deep-seated aversion to change. Here’s how she found the resilience to embrace discomfort — and lose more than 60 pounds in the process.

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Two years ago, Alana Wylie-Reeves couldn’t bend over to pick something up from the ground.

“If I dropped something on the floor, it had to stay there. I had zero mobility,” says Alana, 54. “If I forgot something in the laundry room in the basement, I’d have to think about how I was going to get back down the two flights of stairs to get it.”

Alana’s weight had yo-yoed for years. At her heaviest, Alana weighed 257 pounds.

“I remember once I went to stand on a step ladder, but the maximum weight was 225. I couldn’t even stand on a ladder to change a light bulb,” she recalls.

At the same time, she was having more and more trouble getting through her shifts working in the paint department at Home Depot in Edmonton, Alberta.

“There is a lot of bending, moving, and lifting at my work. It’s pretty physically demanding and I was having a really hard time with it.”

Alana poses for one of her first progress photos of Precision Nutrition Coaching.

Alana had tried diets and the occasional workout video, but they didn’t become habits that stuck.

“The weight would come tumbling back because nothing in my life would change. I just couldn’t find a way of eating that I could live with.”

But as challenging and at times painful as Alana’s life had become, in some ways it seemed more comfortable to her than the alternative: changing.

“As an only child of a single parent, we moved a lot, always trying to keep the paycheck ahead of the rent,” Alana explains. “I experienced a lot of change. Unwanted change, at that. Change I had no control over whatsoever.”

As a result, throughout adulthood Alana’s aversion to change deepened. She consciously avoided disruption at all costs — including her health.

“I used to walk around saying, ‘I hate change’. I was living my life to avoid being uncomfortable. I was scared to make changes because it was uncomfortable and scary.”

On top of it all, like many moms Alana found herself prioritizing her family over her own needs and wellbeing.

“My sacrifices, it seemed, were always for the greater good of the family,” she reflects. “But do that long enough and you begin to give up the effort to discern what really matters to you.”

Considering the barriers she was facing, Alana recognized that she’d need help if she wanted to clear them and find a path to health and fitness.

At the thought of having some support, Alana decided that, uncomfortable or not, it was time to make a change.

She was determined to figure out a way of eating that would help her lose weight and stay healthy for the long term.

Enter the Precision Nutrition Coaching program.

Alana started PN Coaching and very quickly realized that the road to change would require getting a little more comfortable with discomfort.

Take, for example, one of the first habits in PN Coaching: eating to 80 percent full.

“If you’re practicing the habit, you’re likely experiencing a little discomfort and resistance,” says Alana. “We’re also asked to reflect on how we have dealt with uncomfortable things in the past.”

Persisting with the habit, and reflecting on how it made her feel, helped Alana realize that she could, in fact, tolerate change.

PN lessons often encourage clients to practice getting out of their comfort zone, a little bit at a time. As time went on, rather than resisting the discomfort, Alana gradually found herself choosing to embrace it.

“In the beginning my workouts were just five minutes of walking. That was it,” she recalls. “But as I progressed, I began to apply the idea [of embracing discomfort] in a physical way. For example, taking that difficult lunge just a titch past comfortable, running a bit when I was on my walks just to try it out, that sort of thing.”

Alana practices getting outside of her comfort zone during a workout.

Alana was discovering that she did, in fact, possess the skill needed for leaning in to change: resilience.

But would her resilience, her acceptance of change, stick?

Throughout Alana’s time at PN, she faced many challenges in her personal life — the kinds of challenges that had kept her from her goals in the past.

Her mother needed help with one of her rental properties, and Alana threw herself into the six-week project, finding herself 10 pounds heavier than before.

“I stopped exercising and went into junk food free-fall. I think of it now with horror — but that was my ‘normal’ back then: Work hard, don’t exercise and eat junk!”

Her second born child came out as transgender. “It rocked the immediate family,” Alana explains.

Her mother was in and out of the hospital due to chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. “Learning to meet her needs, while continuing to meet my own, is new to me,” Alana says.

She injured her back in a Spartan Race.

Alana went from too immobile to pick something up off the floor to competing in Spartan Races — willingly — in the course of 18 months.

But through these rough waters, Alana stayed the course.

“I remember being really discouraged, but I stayed in touch with Coach Lisanne. We had frequent coaching calls, and she reminded me that I was resilient — just for showing back up!”

Getting out of her comfort zone paid off.

Alana dropped pounds, gained mobility, and went from not being able to bend over to doing squats, deadlifts, and modified push-ups.

Today, at 196 pounds— 61 pounds lighter than when she started — everyday movement is no longer a hindrance.

“The other night, I forgot something in the laundry room and didn’t even think twice about it. I ran down two stories and didn’t even hesitate,” she says. “And I can do things like squat down and rearrange leftovers in the fridge. I couldn’t do that before.”

Alana now sees herself as someone who lives life at the edge of her comfort zone.

“Gradually, my story around change, well, changed,” she reflects. “Change wasn’t something I needed be wary of. It became something I could embrace, a little bit at a time. With help from my coach, I integrated the idea that I am someone who can allow change—and a lot of it—into my identity.”

With her newfound zest for life, she’s even pursuing a life-long dream to be an interior designer/decorator, and re-started a certificate program she began about 15 years ago.

Turns out, embracing discomfort has a surprisingly pleasant side-effect: happiness.

Post-transformation, Alana’s family has never seen her happier.

“One of my sons was saying yesterday he has never seen me happier in my life,” says Alana.

And she’s just getting started.

“I have more energy for life. Most people my age are slowing down and looking at retirement and relaxing. I feel like I’m 25 years old. The last 20 years were awful, so I’m going to make the next 25 great.”

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oovitus · 6 years