#DB Lunge

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Oh yeah, I had a crack at the first CrossFit open workout this year and the amount of burpees destroyed me. 90, and 90 dumbbell snatches at 22.5kg, just missed the time cap, got into survival mode pretty fast 🤣🤢

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May I Request a part 2 to Dealbreaker!Reader (same characters) but it’s the characters reactions to the reader surprisingly breaking their deal? I loved what you wrote!

Angel, Husk and Alastor with a dealbreaker S/O pt. 2

[ Part 1 ] < > [ More lore on DBs ]

A/N Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it, I loved writing this and the last one. Dealbreaker lore brainrot fr.

With how dealbreaking usually goes, it's not instantly a happy ending, unfortunately. These are all pretty happy endings, though.

Fairly long reads for all of these, but it's worth it, I promise 🙏

!(MY REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN RN. THIS IS JUST LEFT OVER FROM WHEN THEY LAST WERE.)!

Cw: SFW, depictions of violence, mentions of murder, Husk and Angel's is romantic, Alastor's is platonic, gn reader, male reader in mind for Angel's (forgot to add this aaaages back omg)

**Alastor's is written under the assumption that the Lilith owning his soul theory is real + is making a great big assumptions about Lilith + the nature of her deal that will likely be disproven.

She's a great big mystery, I'm just heavily leaning into pure theory in that one.

Angel

- When you break his contract, Angel is overwhelmed with a potent mixture of relief and gratitude.

- The path this far had been fairly easy as far as the process of actually breaking the contract goes.

- The chains on him were poorly crafted and the format was extremely simple with a lot of loopholes to bust the contract wide open.

- It was honestly much harder to fully knock Angel out of the all-encompassing fear-rooted belief that he was doing something incredibly wrong after years of Val's manipulation and control over every part of him.

- It didn't take long to make the counter-contract, just a few minutes referencing the draft as you quickly wrote everything down upon the page pressed against the filthy bench you were sitting at. Angel hovered over you anxiously wringing his hands as he watched you work.

- The lock on his prison cell was quickly broken, along with the actual collar around his neck.

- You cheered as you threw your arms around the disbelieving man next to you. Angel cracked a smile, giddy as he realised that you had done it.

- This peace was short-lived, however.

- You now had to deal with the consequences of actually breaking Angel's deal. Valentino does not take kindly to people taking his toys away from him, especially not one of his top money-makers and favourite souls.

- You had, of course, crafted the counter-contract that was now clutched in your palm in some random location far away from the hotel so Val wouldn't be knocking at the front door knowing it was done then and there.

- However, you two still needed to run.

- Hand in hand, you run away from the approaching sound of distant but loudly approaching cars with the sound of gunshots echoing, legs and lungs burning with exertion.

- As a contrast to your very evident worry, Angel is laughing joyously and more boisterously then he thinks he ever has as the feeling of the heavy sensation of the collar that has been weighing on him is lifts alongside the inability to speak his real name without choking on it.

- The feeling of his newfound freedom and adrenaline mixes in his body, making his blood sing out in his veins like a symphony. An indescribably rich sensation of being alive that he thought he'd never be able to feel again while sober.

- "So long, you overly tall rat bastard! I've found something that's better then anything you could ever fucking give me!" Angel yells out into the warm air of the night as he flips off the general direction of the sound of the gunshots, laughing all the way as you get to the getaway car.

- You're panting as you crank the car into gear, speeding away and putting the glowing counter-contract on the back seat.

- As the distant sounds of gunshots fades into the distance behind you, you turn to the passenger side of the car to make absolutely sure Angel is really okay as he calms down from the high of the chase.

- Your boyfriend is absolutely beaming next to you, glowing with a sense of natural light you'd never before seen in your time being together. It's a beautiful contrast to the artificial sense of life you are so used to seeing broadcast within the studio and his films.

- He looks so different, and not only due to the disguise he had decided upon to lay low until shit calmed down a bit.

- As you make it to your destination - a small house youd been allowed to stay at courtesy of Charlie - you put the car into park and sit there for a for a few seconds.

- "Holy shit. I did it. I actually freed you. And we're not dead." You said, stunned.

- Angel snickered, unbuckling his seat belt and leaning over to you to kiss you on the cheek. "Never doubted you for a second, baby."

- You laugh, relieved, turning to him and gently pull his face close to yours, kissing him deeply. You chuckle at the feeling of the giant smile on Angel's face.

- As you move to settle in to live in the small house for a couple of weeks, you regret turning on the television.

- Angel's face flashes across the screen with text quickly scrolling past a smiling but seemingly close to tweaking Vox on the screen, the man looking like he's about to absolutely lose his shit if one more mild inconvenience happens. The Video Star's eye twitches sightly as if hearing something irritating as he speaks.

- "There is a hefty reward for anyone who can find Angel Dust and the dealbreaker who has interfered with his contract. Any useful information will be welcome. To give us tips, go to the website listed below or call-" You switch the TV off, unplugging it as well just in case.

- If Vox got well and truly involved in this situation to attempt to placate Valentino as soon as possible, this would be even more difficult of a situation. You hadn't much considered the rest of the vees getting involved, assuming they would stsy in their own lanes while Valentino stopped being pissy.

- You shake your head, and move to go to the room where Angel is unpacking. The outside world could wait until later. All that shit could wait until later.

- Angel smiles at you as you walk into the room, such a lightness in it that makes your heart burn.

- You hug him tightly and then fall down on your side into the bed, both of you laughing joyously and filling the empty house with life.

- The road ahead would not be easy, but you were finally on the road to starting your life with him.

- Your life with him as Anothony, not Angel Dust.

Husk

- The road to forming a counter-contract was hard as all hell.

- Alastor's deals are absolutely air tight, crafted with the uptmost skill and attention to detail, so you finding a vague clause to dig your claws into to get it rolling after weeks of arduously reviewing it again and again was a goddamn miracle.

- When he saw that you had made progress, he's shocked as can be. Has a 'well I'll be' moment as you point it out to him after another sleepless night as he wanders up to you.

- Feels bad for fully doubting you after that. He's still pessimistic about your chances of actually succeeding in the counter-contract, but the flame of hope inside of him sparks to embers as you manage to do what nobody has managed to even remotely succeed to do in centuries.

- When you make further progress, he becomes deeply afraid for your safety. If Alastor ever found out you'd been able to get this far, you'd be toast.

- Never in a million years would Alastor allow someone who's managed to undermine his skills to this degree to live. When you say that you've got it covered when he brings it up, he's incredibly skeptical and is even more concerned when you say you can't tell him 'just in case'.

- Is in utter disbelief when you insist you just stay in the hotel as you actually write the counter-contract to break the deal while Alastor is out doing some shenanigans.

- When you say that you don't, in fact, have a death wish, he's extremely stressed and sweating bullets as you begin to write what you'd been drafting for weeks.

- The lights flash and then go out as you're about halfway through writing the contract. Unnatural green light fills the room and Alastor casts a great big shadow on the wall as he materialises out of nowhere.

- Husk feels dread sink into every part of himself.

- The ground shakes as Alastor physically shows up, much larger then usual and snarling. "What do you think you're doing."

- His voice is dripping with malice and static which hurts your ears greatly, but the movement of your pen on the page doesn't stop even though you can feel your heart thudding in terror and your vision is becoming blurry.

- Husk feels nauseous as Alastor looks down at you, growing all the more aggressive the more he feels his hold on Husk slipping.

- Husk fights a panicked yell as Alastor's neck snaps to the side loudly, now looking directly at him with an absolutely vile grin on his face. He cannot make it in time as Alastor's hand moves to crush you, and he fears the absolute worst as you are no longer in his sights.

- His deep despair is interrupted however, as from underneath Alastor's palm great big rose briers grow from underneath and pry it backwards, revealing you still writing - albeit looking extremely stressed - and the figure of Rosie who looks rather angry at Al.

- Alastor's eyes widen in shock and disbelief that one of his oldest friends are currently blocking him from destroying the one trying to take his property.

- Husk hardly hears the back and forth and stalling that goes on between the two overlords as he's running to you to try and pull you the hell out of here.

- He stops in place as he feels it, and hears Alastor let out a terrifying frustrated growling noise. The green collar and chain around his throat appears, and then it breaks with a loud snapping sound. You've succeeded.

- You actually fucking did it.

- The next few moment are a blur as Husk is rendered motionless and speechless, eyes wide and tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as if he's about to wake up from this moment.

- He slowly walks towards you, looking to the side blankly as Alastor shrinks back to his normal size and is escorted out of the hotel with a look of pure bewilderment on his face by a now smiling and laughing Rosie. The leader of the cannibals winks at you and gives you a thumbs up as she leaves.

- You turn to Husk and grin at him wearily, still sweating nervously with clear relief on your face. You literally could have just died.

- Husk sinks to his knees beside you from where you sit on the ground, having fallen from your chair as Alastor tried to crush you.

- Husk grips your face in his shaking hands as he looks up at you. He can now see that one of your eyes is black with a deal you've made yourself but for now he doesn't address it.

- "Thank you." His voice is hoarse, low. Tears stream down his face for the first time in a long long time.

- Your face crumples as you allow your brave face to fall to bits. Your heart is still racing and you are still getting over the fear you felt.

- Husk pulls your crying face to his, leaning his forehead against yours as he wraps his arms tightly around you. "Thank you so much." Husk says, closing his eyes and causing more tears to roll down his cheeks.

- "If you ever do something that fucking stupid again, I'll not be humouring you." He added after the wonderful moment stretched out for a couple of seconds.

- You laugh softly, and nuzzle into his cheek as you kiss it. "You're welcome, Husker my love."

- Husk hums in fake annoyance, but he cannot even hide how much lighter he feels.

- The bonds which had kept him trapped for decades had been broken down all at once, leaving him free.

- He had no idea what kind of deal you made with Rosie, but he sure hoped it kept Alastor the fuck away from you and him for the rest of your lives.

- And, for your sake, he desperately hopes it is not the type of deal you will regret making later.

Alastor

- The path to dealbreaking Alastor's is bar fucking none with difficulty, mostly because he doesn't want your help.

- Hurts his his ego so much to see that even though his consistent efforts to tell you to get lost have failed. He's opted to scaring you off multiple times and yet you're still relentless.

- After yet another time of him growing into that massive form and snarling down at you, you snap.

- "Maybe I'm 'overestimating my abilities', but what if I'm not? What if a fresh pair of eyes are what you need rather than you just pissing off to your radio tower and staring at everything until you have a mental breakdown over it!" You yell at him weakly as he turns his back to leave. Blood is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and you're only just regaining your vision from the former static, which blacked it out.

- Alastor stops in his tracks, startled that you know about that too.

- "Maybe I don't have as much experience as you, but I have a different mind and way of looking at things! What if that's exactly why you can't break it? What if whoever it is knows how you think so they've designed this thing so you can't do this alone?"

- You can't see Alastor's face, but he's standing there still not saying anything. One of his ears is pointed backwards in your direction. He's actually listening.

- You gulp, and stand up shakily. "What if they knew that you would never seek assistance, so they've done things which won't be visible to you and only you. If you just give me a chance." You're no longer shouting, rather speaking in a tone you're trying to keep even despite how afraid you are.

- Alastor grits his teeth, ears twitching as he considers it. He's pissed off because you're actually making a good point.

- It goes against every instinct in his body, but suddenly, he's right in front of you, holding out his hand to you as he glares menacingly at you. "A week, and if you find nothing, you will never fucking approach this with me again, or share what you have seen and heard about my deal with anybody."

- You gulp audibly. It's a ridiculously slim deadline for this kind of business, but it's more than nothing. As you accept the deal, he utters a single word you're shocked to hear.

- "Lilith."

- Without any further words, he disappears, leaving a glowing copy of the contract at your feet.

- The week of reviewing the contract was utter fucking hell.

- it's not just that the contract was super air tight, it's just that it was so ridiculously complicated and hard to understand that you could hardly fucking comprehend what you were reading most of the time. It was utterly maddening.

- Your breakthrough, however, came not through solely just reading the words, but from actually talking to Lucifer himself about Lilith when he came to visit the hotel while Alastor left.

- As per the deal, you didn't share anything about the contract, but you did ask about her in private with him and he was actually surprisingly happy to discuss her.

- So that's, how on the last day of the deadline, you cracked the contract wide open with a counter-contract draft you had written in a few hours.

- Alastor almost screams out in pure unadulterated fury when he sees what you've written and hears the explanation behind it.

- Lilith wasn't some skilled dealmaker hellbent on controlling demons. She was a broken down dreamer who had no idea what she was actually doing in the contract, but being Lilith, her words held so much weight that they'd chained him despite that.

- It actually takes every bone in your body to not burst out laughing with how utterly humiliated he looks.

- His ears are pressed forward on his head, and he's making an odd high-pitched audio feedback kind of sound as his face is hidden in his hands.

- He'd been stressing over this thing for years as a skilled dealmaker looking at it, and yet that was exactly why he couldn't do it.

- Couldn't do what you did in a fucking week.

- "So, do you want me to undo this thing now or-?"

- You startle as suddenly he's in front of you, both hands on either one of your shoulders.

- you try so hard to not snicker as you see his expression finally, but fail. He's pressing his still ever-smiling mouth into a crooked line, eyes squeezed shut and brow furrowed. Dark flush covers his cheeks and neck.

- "Yes. Please." He says those words as if they are poison in his mouth. "I'm.. Sorry. That I underestimated you." Alastor opens his eyes to look at you as he begins to regain his composure a bit more, the hard part of this interaction being over with.

- Fortunately, and also infuriatingly, Alastor had not had his soul contract used once. Lilith simply had him in her back pocket and didn't lift a finger whenever she felt him try to break it again and again. It's like she didn't even give a fuck that she literally owned him.

- This fact burnt hot embarrassment and frustration into him as it destroyed his ego, but now it was a relief as she would most likely not try and come after him. Or you for that matter.

- His claws grip painfully into your shoulders as you fail to stop snickering loudly in disbelief that he actually apologised. Admitted losing essentially.

- "S-sorry! I just can't believe I'm seeing you like this." You apologised.

- Alastor gritted his teeth. "Don't get used to it." He growls before his mask slips right back on like it never happened. "I'm simply admitting my mistake in assuming you could not do this, darling! It turns out you truly can't teach an old dog new tricks. Or deer, in this case." He clears his throat, straightening up.

- You smile up at him, heavy bags under your eyes from where you've barely slept for the past week pouring over this.

- "If it makes you feel any better, it makes sense why you couldn't solve this thing. It's utter bullshit nonsense." You shake your head at the contract.

- The deal was undone embarrassingly quickly after that using the draft you had written. No pushback at all on it.

- Alastor feels his collar slacken and break to bits as you write the counter-contract and sighs with extreme relief as he watches the other contract disintegrate, feeling the power which had been stolen coming back as it turns to dust. It doesn't cure the utter humiliation that still sits heavy upon his shoulders however.

- After everything, he would threaten to kill you if you tell anyone about what went on or how he had fallen apart. Though, it would be a lie to say you two don't grow significantly closer.

- Alastor is still hesitant to fully let his guard down around you, however the massive wake that existed between you two even as fairly good friends has now significantly closed.

- He's still a lying, scheming asshole, but he'll be much more inclined to not be so much with you considering you've kept multiple giant blows to his ego fully secret.

This was a lot longer than what I usually write for requests holy moly, but I absolutely loved writing these. I hope I fulfilled your vision anon 🙏

You get through Angel's and Husk's, which are really emotional and sweet, then you get to Alastor's 💀

Masterlist

[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part 2

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

Warnings: Angst, violence towards reader, reader attacked by men, a pup gets hurt but don't worry he's ok. Blood

Authors note: This is a rough chapter. Lots of angst, hurt and sadness.

MASTERLIST

“I have six on the roof. I’ll take the West side and the one facing South, you take East and the one facing North.” Y/N said in the coms looking down at the warehouse. 

“Copy that.” Ghost replied. 

They both took out the lookouts quickly and quietly as the team reached the building. Soap headed in her direction as Price and Gaz headed in Ghost's direction. The goal was to put stoppers on all the doors, and put a target marker on the roof. Gaz was in charge of the marker while Price and Soap took on the exits. 

“Hold up. Soap you have two around the corner from you.” Y/N said into the coms 

She had the man in the back lined up in her scope when she felt a hand wrap around her ankle and yank her backwards causing her to cry out. 

“Belladonna ya good?” Soap asked into the coms. 

“Soap… not in position.” Was all she could say before she turned her body around bringing her other leg up and kicking her assailant in the face. 

“Ghost you’re solo” She grunted and then looked over and saw another man standing next to her with a gun. 

“What’s happening” Price barked

She reached down as the other man was distracted by his partner's groans of pain and pulled her knife out, throwing it so it hit him in the chest. 

“One second” She huffed as she stood up. 

The remaining man stood up straight, looking around for his gun and noticed it was about five feet away from him. He pulled a knife out from behind his back and then looked back at Y/N.  He lunged for her but she went down and kicked his left knee out before he could make contact and then stood up quickly getting behind him and wrapping her arm around his neck. 

“BELLADONNA REPORT IN NOW.” Price said harshly into the coms. 

“I said” She grunted as she tightened her grip on the man’s neck. “One second.” She then heard the crunch of his neck breaking and she dropped him. “Ok all clear.” 

“What the hell happened?” Price asked. 

“Patrol. They must have added one.” Y/N got on one knee and grabbed her gun to look over at Ghost’s position. “Ghost be silent. You got three coming up the hill towards you. I’ve got them in my scope.” 

She lined up her shots and took them out back to front. Then quickly moved her scope to Soap who was standing over two dead men. 

“Clear. “I’ve gotta move. I have two DBs at my spot.” 

“You broken?” Price asked, worry lacing his voice. 

She looked herself over and saw the man’s knife sticking out of her leg. She yanked it out and pulled the bandana that was around her neck, quickly wrapping it over the wound. 

“I’m fine.” She grunted as she pulled the bandana tight. 

She cursed the men on the ground and then looked around for a good vantage point. She saw one about 50 feet away and quickly moved. Laying down she put Soap in her scope again. 

“Alright, let's get this over with.” 

“I’ve got a car approaching.” Ghost said gruffly and all three men on the ground crouched down. “Looks like the man of the hour.” 

“In position” Price replied 

They watched as Bako got out of the car. The way he was positioned Y/N couldn’t confirm it was actually him.  

“A'body git eyes on his face?” Soap asked a Y/N huffed in annoyance. 

“Not on my end. Ghost and Price he’s closer to you, do you have eyes on?” 

“Working on it.” Price said quietly. 

Bako was about to walk into the building and Y/N felt anxiety taking over her body. If they couldn’t confirm it was him the whole mission was a bust. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled. What felt like an eternity later they finally heard Price’s voice in the coms. 

“Confirmed. Bako has entered the building.” 

The team signed with relief in unison. 

“Alright Gaz get your arse up to the roof so we can get out of here.” Price instructed and he pressed a large stopper on the door Bako had just entered through. 

Y/N watched as Gaz used his grappling hook and climbed onto the building. Once the marker was in place and the doors were secured the three of them went back to the boat and when they were far enough away Price called it in. Y/N stood up with her gun against her chest and watched as the missile came out of what seemed like nowhere and lit up the entire warehouse. 

“Target eliminated” Ghost confirmed 

A small celebration erupted from the coms and Y/N smiled. Finally a win. She glanced down at her leg in the light of the fire in front of her and then scrunched her face as she could see blood seeping down from under the bandana. 

“Alright, Ghost and Bells meet up with the rest of us at the extraction point. Coms off unless it's an emergency. Good job team.” Price instructed 

Y/N turned and started limping her way down the hill to meet Ghost, her adrenalin now subsiding. She had taken a lot longer than what was expected so she wasn’t surprised to see him making his way over to her and she could tell he was pissed. 

“Liar” He hissed and she shook her head. 

“I didn’t lie, I am fine. Just bleeding a little.” 

“Stubborn woman.” He scolded and motioned for her to sit down on a rock next to the road. 

“Just stitch me up and we won’t say anything about this to the others.” 

He took off the bandana and ripped her pants so he could see the wound. He pressed the skin beside it harder than he had too causing Y/N to jolt forward in pain. 

“Sadist.” She hissed 

“Alright, you don’t need a hospital, I can handle this.” He said and pulled off his pack

“I told you.” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. 

“Ya also said weren’t hurt so excuse me for not believing you.” 

He started cleaning the wound and Y/N’s fists clenched at her sides.

“So, you want to tell me what’s going on with you and Price?” He asked when he had to press down on the actual wound. 

“Right now? You want to do this now?” Y/N said holding herself back from swatting Ghost’s hands away. 

“Yeah why not. Now's as good a time as any. No one else is around and we can be candid.” He said and then pushed the needle through her skin. 

She hissed and he reached up and grabbed her neck and pulled her forward so their foreheads were touching. 

“Man up.” He whispered and she nodded. 

He let go of her neck and she now had a determined look on her face. He pulled the thread through and then pushed the needle in again. This time she remained silent. 

“So Price. Never seen you do feelings. What changed?” 

“The stakeout.” Was all Y/N said and Ghost nodded. 

“Figured.” 

Her and Price were on a stake out together in a seedy hotel in a seedy part of town. It was a place where you don’t go anywhere alone and don’t make eye contact with the other hotel guests. The beds were gross and the room smelled like cigarette smoke and regret but it had one redeeming quality. It overlooked a bar that Bako’s right hand man liked to frequent. 

Y/N watched through the binoculars at the entrance of the bar, the patrons filtering in and out. They had been here for three days already and hadn’t had any luck. She sighed and reached over for her cold, almost empty cup of coffee. She took a sip and then shook her head with a look of disgust on her face as she placed the coffee cup down again. She yawned and stretched her arms up above her head.

“Here let me take over for a bit and you get some kip.” John said from behind her and she nodded in agreement.

She stood up and rubbed her right hip that was now sore due to sitting in a very uncomfortable kitchen chair for the last few hours. She looked over at the table and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, then frowning upon realising they were empty. She looked all over the kitchen while Price situated himself in the offending chair.

“Hey, are there any smokes left?” She asked, stifling another yawn.

“How should I know, I’ve been smoking my cigars, the smokes are all yours.”

She frowned and rubbed her temples.

“I thought there was at least one pack left but I guess not. I’m going to have to run over to the store.”

“Not on your own you aren’t.” John said sternly and she sighed.

“Price, it's literally next door and you have to watch the bar. I’ll be fine. I have my knife,” she lifted up her pant leg to reveal her hunting knife tucked into her boot “and it’s the middle of the day. Nothing is going to happen. I’ll be quick. 5 minutes tops.”

She wasn’t waiting for an answer and already had one foot out the door, before he could argue it any further she closed the door and made her way to the elevator.

When she stepped out into the fresh air of the street she stopped to take a big breath in. It has been three days since she had left the hotel room and the sun on her skin felt good. Remembering where she was though she opened her eyes quickly and put her head down, heading next door. 

There was an alley separating the hotel and the convenient store next door. She was just crossing in front of the alley when she heard a dog yelp and then two men laugh.  She then heard the dog yelp again and even though she knew it was a bad idea she turned and walked towards the sounds. 

What she saw broke her heart. In front of her was an extremely small dog cowering against the wall as two men threw beer bottles at it. 

“Hey fuckfaces, what the hell do you think you are doing?” She yelled as she approached. 

“Just having a little fun here. What's it to you?” One of the men said as the other threw another beer bottle. 

Y/N rushed forward and situated herself between the men and the pup. She glanced back at it and could tell it was injured. Tears started to form in her eyes. 

“I highly suggest that you leave now.” She said through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah? And what are you going to do if we don’t?” The second man said as he started to advance on her. 

She started to bend down to grab her knife when a beer bottle hit her in the top of the head disorienting her. Suddenly one of them was on top of her. He tackled her to the ground and punched her in the face a few times causing her head to smack against the pavement. 

“Hey don’t hit her too hard or you’ll knock her out. Then she’ll be no fun.” The other one said and the guy on top of her stopped hitting her. 

Instead he grabbed her leg and started dragging her further into the alley. Her head was spinning and she desperately grabbed the air around her for something to defend herself with. Her hand landed on a glass beer bottle and she gripped it tight. When they stopped moving, she sat up quickly and hit the man on the head, breaking the bottle and then plunged it into his chest. He stumbled backwards while looking down at his chest in surprise, eventually falling against a dumpster. 

“You bitch.” The other man said and then ran over to her, kicking her in the ribs a few times before getting on top of her and wrapping his hands around her neck.  

She tried to fight him off but her head was swimming and she didn’t have the strength. For a moment she thought that this was going to be her end. Not in battle like she thought, but in some seedy alley by some unknown man. 

The darkness started taking over her vision when suddenly the hands wrapped around her neck let go. She gasped in the air she desperately needed and then looked to see the pup biting the man's leg as he tried to push it off. Seeing her chance she reached down and pulled out her knife and with everything she could muster she stabbed it into the man's neck and then pulled the knife forward. Blood poured all over her face and chest and then he collapsed on top of her. 

She quickly pushed him off and laid there catching her breath. She felt the pup come up and lay his head in the crook of her arm and she let out a sob. 

“Good pup.” 

She went in and out of consciousness, losing track of time. She was starting to go out again when the pup suddenly sat up and started growling. She then heard John’s voice calling her name. 

“Price.” She tried to call out but her voice wouldn’t cooperate. 

As he got closer the pup started barking and Price walked over having heard. As soon as he saw Y/N he ran over to her in shock. Y/N patted the pup to let him know it was ok.

“Jesus Christ. Y/N, Y/N can you hear me.” 

She nodded yes.

Instantly he got on the phone. 

“Watcher, we need an immediate medical evac.” 

“How bad?” Kate asked and he shook his head. 

“I don’t know. It looks bad but I can’t…” He had to stop and take a breath to calm the panic that was filling his mind. “I can’t tell what’s hers and what isn’t. We’ll need a clean up crew too.” 

“Evac is at least 10 minutes out.” She replied and he swore. 

“Tell them to make it faster.” 

He hung up the phone and then started inspecting Y/N’s wounds. He couldn’t distinguish anything due to all the blood and instead just started running his fingers through her hair while whispering words of encouragement.

“John.” She rasped. “When they come. Bring the dog.” 

“The dog?” John asked, looking at the small street dog beside him. 

“Pup saved me. Is family now. Hurt too.”

 John saw that the pup had some injuries and gently reached over and ran his finger over the pup's head. 

“Good job bud.” He said

When the team arrived Ghost was with them and they loaded Y/N into the van. John grabbed the pup and then got in behind them. 

“What’s with the dog?” he asked but John didn’t answer. 

When they got to base John watched as they wheeled Y/N straight into the med bay, not letting him follow. He stood there for a minute and then turned and headed to the on base vet. 

“Do whatever you have to do.” John instructed them and they took the pup to the back. 

About 20 minutes later the vet came out to speak to John. 

“Alright you got a tough little guy in there. He’s got a cut that needs to be stitched and he’s going to lose his right eye but overall I think he’s going to be ok.” 

John sighed with relief. He couldn’t do anything for Y/N right now but he could do this. 

“What about shots and stuff? What does he need?” Price asked

“Well considering he’s a street dog I would assume he’ll need the whole gambit.” 

“Do it.” 

“He also needs a name.” The vet said and John thought for a moment. 

“Call him Odin.” Remembering Y/N's fondness for Norse Mythology

“Alright you gave us your number, so we’ll call you in a few days when he can be picked up and go home with you.

He headed back over to the med bay and saw Laswell talking to the doctor. Ghost sitting in a chair next to them. He immediately went over to them.

“How is she?” He interrupted them 

The doctor looked over at Laswell who nodded. 

“Well she has two broken ribs, a broken nose, a split lip that needed stitching. We had originally thought her right orbital bone was broken but it’s not; however we will have to wait to see if there is lasting damage to the eye. Our biggest concern is the injuries she sustained to her head. She needed multiple stitches in the back of her head and she is currently getting an MRI to see what’s going on.” 

Price nodded, unable to speak due to the lump in his throat. 

“Thanks doc, keep us updated.” Kate said and the doctor nodded heading back into the ward. 

Ghost stood up and stood in front of John, his body tense. 

“What the hell happened?” He asked, his voice strained. 

“I don’t know, she insisted on going to the store next door by herself.” 

“And you let her?” Ghost asked gruffly

Instead of answering John walked over and let out a scream and kicked the chair Ghost had been sitting on down the hallway.  He walked away without saying another word. 

Y/N was out for five days. On the evening of the fifth day she slowly opened her eyes to see Ghost on one side of her and John on the other. 

“Boys…” She began but started coughing.

John immediately got up and grabbed a cup of water, letting her take slow small sips. 

She glanced over at Ghost and kept staring at him for a minute before smiling and reaching out, squeezing his hand. He slowly nodded at her and then got up and left the room.  

She then turned to John. 

“ Am I broken?” She asked 

“You are. Nothing that can’t heal though. I want to be mad at you, but I’m more mad at myself. I shouldn’t have let you go alone. I should have insisted I went with you. I’m sorry.” 

‘John, this one's on me not you. I should be the one apologising.”

She reached over and grabbed his hand. All he wanted to do is crawl into the hospital bed and scoop her up into his arms, protecting her from anything and everything. Instead he settled on kissing the back of her hand.  

“How’s the pup?” She asked. 

“He’s fine, lost an eye though.” 

“Well we can match for a bit” Y/N reached up and touched the patch on her eye.

“I got him all his shots and everything. He’s on meds so the team has been taking care of him. Snuck him into the barracks. I got him a collar, a harness and a leash as well as some toys, a bed and a food and water dish. I stayed up at night with him his first night after the vet because he wasn’t used to having a home but he’s warmed up to us.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him as she listened to him talk. 

“That was it, that was the moment” Y/N explained to Ghost. 

He tied the last stitch and then placed a bandage on her leg. He then handed her some tablets which she swallowed dry.

“Well, I’m pretty sure he was forced to accept that he had fallen for you too that day. Thought he was going to lose you and it scared the shit out of him.” 

He reached out his hand to help Y/N stand up.

“If this shifts Si, if this thing between me and Price gets serious I’m going to want to tell him.” 

Ghost looked out into the distance and then sighed. 

“I figured as much. I know you feel bad for keeping this from the team, but I just don’t know if I’m ready for everyone to know.” 

“Well it wouldn’t be everyone, we could just tell John.” 

“I know, let me think about it, yeah?” 

Y/N nodded and then motioned for them to get moving. They walked in silence and Y/N felt a tightness in her chest. Hopefully Simon would agree to let her tell John everything. The only question was, would he understand.

[skittikyu]

"Sounds between 170-200 dB are so intense that they can cause lethal issues like pulmonary embolisms, pulmonary contusions, or even burst lungs. As for exploding heads, you can expect that from sounds above 240 dB. However, such high intensity sounds are very rare."

(tadc carnival AU belongs to @/sm-baby !)

[gym-x-plus]

LEG DAY - db only 🐸

@younglaforher code VICKY 🤍

-warm up-

1 round

8 alt craddle to quad stretch

12 ea. shinbox hip extensions

12 kang squats

-workout-

4 sets each

16 heels elevated goblet squats

8 ea. deficit reverse lunges

16 rdls

8 ea. staggered rdls

8 alt side lunge touchdowns

-finisher-

50 calf raises

-cooldown-

1-2 rounds, 20-30 sec each

kneeling quad stretch

kneeling ham stretch

half kneeling adductor stretch

pidgeon pose

©️Credit ig @vickyplamenova

#fit #fitness #fitgirl #fitnessgirl #gym #fitnessmodel #workout #squat #sportgirl #abs #glute #glutesworkout #glutegains #hip #leg #legs #legday #cardio #core #body #bodypositive #bodybuilding #bodygoals #backtraining

[asksebs]

What do you think about leopard seals and the fact that their vocalizations can range from 150 dB to 177 dB (and sometimes 180 dB)? This ruptures human organs (the lungs) and also ruptures eardrums. Would hearing these in the water hurt you, assuming you have sensitive hearing?

That’s.. certainly an interesting fact.

Let’s not find that one out, yeah..?

[new-gemini-project]

Leg Day At Home (2)

▶️ 10-14 reps

⏸ rest as needed

🔁 3 rounds

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1️⃣ Curtsy lunge + calf raise

2️⃣ DB swing + overhead squat

3️⃣ Marching sumo squat

4️⃣ Romanian deadlift

5️⃣ Kneeling squat

6️⃣ Frog pumps

7️⃣ Bent over donkey kick

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Saturday, 7 September, 2024

We expected lovely weather and we got it.

Warmup #1

Armando gave us a bunch of great mobility exercises.

Warmup #2

5 Minute EMOM

20 LIGHT KBS

Strength

Power Cleans

2 Reps EMOM X 12 Minutes

Begin Light and Progress Heavier

Aiden=225.....Bernie/Shane=205..... Average Dave=195..... Robert/Armando=185.....Ed=175.....Tim=170.....Nathan=165 Smoothie/Dana=145.....Tom=115.....Joe/Britt/Angel=95 Cheri/Sue=90.....Shannon=75.....Sandy=65 Sabrina/Elisa/Linda/Ruth Anne/Alicia and perhaps others=forgot to post.

WOD

Big Shane demo-ed the exercises.

"Laredo" (LHCF Always Partitions This)

A CrossFit Benchmark Classic

12 Rounds

12 Squats

12 Push-Ups

12 Walking Lunge Steps

Run 200 / Row-Ski 250 / Bike 500m

Sue=20:26....Robert=24:52.....Average Dave=25:48..... Dana=29:03 Shane=29:57.....Tim=30:30.....Bernie=30:48.....Armando=30:55 Ed=33:50..... Aiden=33:52..... Angel=34:34.....Joe=36:17..... Britt=40:33..... Sandy=42:30.....Shannon=45:00.....Cheri=18:38 (1/2) .....Nathan=20:24 (1/2).....Tom/Smoothie=20:32 (shared).....Sabrina/Alicia/Elisa/Linda/Ruth Anne and others=did it but didn't post.

Cool-Down

Romanian Deadlifts..........12 / 12 / 12 / 12 / 12

Recommend Light DB / KB 53 lbs or Less

Lots of people did this.

Notes

Sunday at 1 PM.

It should be a perfect day.

[versary]

the crossfit open started this week so if you haven't been around here during that time, sorry, it's all i'll talk about for the next three weeks

i did 25.1 on saturday morning after coaching the morning classes and watching everyone else do it and that's my preferred workout time - i've done friday nights the last couple of years and i'm simply not a good athlete on friday nights so i'm glad to be back on saturday mornings! anyway, 25.1 is:

which, honestly, i was totally fine with. i knew it was going to get very aerobic for me, since i'm good at all these movements, compared to someone who struggles with the 15 kg dumbbell or doesn't handle volume burpees very well. i usually go out really hot on workouts with an ascending rep scheme and then completely wipe myself out, so my primary goal was to pace from the start and not stop moving the entire 15 min. my secondary goal was to get into the round of 24, since the people with better engines than me were getting into the 27s and the people who i should be beating were getting into the 18s and 21s.

anyway, executed that perfectly, i think. no complaints about my pacing or strategy - i was really pleased with my calm pace at the beginning and my ability to keep moving through the bigger sets of burpees. held onto the DB for each set (changed arms every three reps). lunges were a non-issue. made it through the burpees and hang c&j of the 24s, which put me at 230 reps. very happy with that! will not be re-doing haha.

my main goal for this year's open is to leave nothing on the table. my training has been really good recently and i feel like i'm in a really good place capacity-wise AND strength-wise. i'd also love to keep my 8 year streak of being in the top 10% worldwide haha!

[pushingironand50]

12/10/2024 workout and nutrition

Workout

DB bench 5 sets 6 reps 65lbs

DB rows 5 sets 9-10 reps 75 lbs

Lunges 5 sets 8 reps per leg 15 lb dumbbells

Hammer curls 3 sets of 13 reps 22.5 lbs

Seated calves 4 sets 8 reps 90 lbs

Food

Bfast eggs slice of bacon, 2 packets quaker lower sugar oatmeal, box raisins

Lunch roast, carrots and onions

Snack halo oranges, canned salmon, yogurt

Supper roasted chicken and sweet potato

Bedtime snack scoop ON casein, scoop ON whey, 2 tbsp PB and 2 cups almond milk

2558 calories 174 g carbs 239 g protein 101 g fat

[ptg-alia]

Últimamente estuve pensando mucho en Broly (DBZ) fue un concepto tan genial que al final se volvio un personaje canónico ya para alturas de DB Super. Ya con su pasado corregido y aun siendo muy amado por los fans.

PERO me quedé pensando...

"¿No habrá forma de arreglar su historia (dentro de DBZ)?"

Y dentro de mi mente se formó esta pequeña narrativa: El odio de Broly hacia Goku podría deberse a la muerte de Freezer, me explico. Cuando él y su padre sobrevivieron la destrucción de su planeta, Paragus le contaría contaría a un pequeño Broly la historia del Legendario Super Sayajin, un guerrero fuerte y poderoso capaz derrotar y matar a Freezer, un guerrero que le devolvería el honor y la gloria a su raza (y tal vez quedarse con el trono de los Sayajin).

"Tu eres ese guerrero, Broly"

Una situación tipo Tai Lung, donde el destino de Broly también sería la grandeza.

Broly sería entrenado por su padre y aprendería a controlar su inmenso poder con tal de cumplir con su destino. ¡PERO! Finalizando la saga de Freezer, por medio de habitantes de planetas cercanos se correría el rumor de que Freezer por fin fue asesinado por un Super Sayajin, o bien, "el legendario super sayajin"

Paragus y Broly sabrían del rumor mucho tiempo despues, lo cual haría que el odio de Broly hacia Goku creciera aun más:

1. Por haberse sentido intimidado por el Ki/potencial de Goku cuando eran bebes.

Está fue una situación que el ya habría superado, pues él mismo se daria cuenta de lo infantil y tonto que era odiarlo por este motivo. Sin embargo...

2. (Y más importante ahora) Por haberle arrebatado su destino y su victoria.

Toda esa ira se acumularía y exploraría destruyendo así la galaxia del sur. Este evento es justo donde inicia su película. Y es aquí donde debería cambiar el resto de la trama de la película, porque con la narrativa que estoy armando Paragus y Broly tal vez tienen objetivos distintos:

Paragus (al igual que en la película original) aun querría vengarse de Vegeta (el Rey y por ende en Vegeta que conocemos) por lo que le hizo a su hijo Broly y a él.

Broly por otro lado, quiere recuperar su honor, pero en lugar de matar a Freezer ahora mataría a Goku, al menos para recuperar una parte de la gloria por la que se había estado preparando durante tantos años.

Años en los que mantuvo a raya su inmenso poder ahora no servirán de nada, pues la noticia sobre Goku no solo enojarlo, también hizo que sus emociones jugaran en contra de su mente y de su poder. Y así, Bardok crearía los accesorios que le ayudarían a retener el poder de Broly, éste tampoco se resistiría pues es consciente que su energía no hizo más que aumentar a niveles asombrosos, a tal punto de que no podría controlar su poder por sí sólo.

Supongo que desdé aquí la trama avanzaría igual que la película, con excepción de las escenas donde Broly se descontrola enfrente de Goku o dónde le da pelea en medio de la noche.

Nop. Desde aquí quiero que la cosa sea más interesante.

En lugar de ver a Broly batallando para controlar su instinto asesino hacia Goku, podríamos verlo emocionado por al fin tener de frente a quien le arrebato su destino. SIN SABER... (y está es la mejor parte para mi) SIN SABER... que el verdadero asesino de Freezer... ¡ES TRUNKS! (:D)

Saltandome el resto de la película (pues la trama del cometa no cambia), con el tiempo medido y ya en medio de la pelea final "Broly VS Todos", Broly tendría en sus manos a Goku, lo ahorcaría...

[Y perdón si la escena no es 100% original, pero la referencia a Mulan me sirvió para armar la reescritura]

Broly ahorcaría a Goku (ya debilitado) gritándole "¡Tu me robaste mi victoria!" (o destino).

Trunks sería el último en unirse a la pelea, le lanzaría su espada... exclamando "¡NO!" Dejándole un corte en la nariz a Broly (ya transformado) lo miraría y le diría:

- "Yo lo hice" -También transformandose en un Super Sayajin.

Broly soltaría a Goku- "El heredero del príncipe/de los sayajin".

Y así los dos se empiezan a dar de madrazos en lo que los demás se recuperan o le dan su energía a Goku y a Trunks para que ambos puedan derrotarlo.

Y estoy metiendo a Trunks como una pieza clave para derrotar a Broly por varias razones:

Es uno de mis favoritos

Goku no puede robarse la victoria todo el tiempo (tiene que compartir como mínimo)

Los dos pelearon con Freezer, ahora los 2 van a derrotar a Broly

Está bien que el protagonista salve el día, pero especialmente con Goku tengo un problema, él es el elegido para salvarlos a todos en casi todos los arcos. Desde que me vi SnK y vi que Eren no era el mejor en todo, lo sentí como algo fresco. Cada personaje tenia su papel e importancia.

Bueno, ya con eso dicho. Goku y Trunks derrotan a Broly y fin de la historia. Éste no muere y vuelve para una secuela, pero hasta que la trama llegue hasta DB Super. Suponiendo que todo lo que describí haya pasado en una línea de tiempo alternativa.

El público se quedaría con la duda si Broly es canon o no y así, Toei y Toriyama hubieran tenido la oportunidad de rescatar la historia de Broly (al menos la que narre), hacerlo aparecer en DB Super, siendo canon él (su diseño inicial) y los eventos de su primera película.

Un regreso triunfal desde mi perspectiva, pero si alguien tiene una mejor idea de como "agregar" a Z Broly quiero saber 👁️👁️

[livbritt]

Workout 1/23/24

Squat and raise 3x15

Gorilla rows 3x10

Glute bridge w/DB 4x10

Single arm DB row 4x10

Bent over one arm DB 4x10

30 minute run on the treadmill

Workout 1/24/24

Dead lifts w/DB 3x10

Side lunge rows 4x10

DB toe touches 4x15

DB March 4x10

Cross body hammer curl 4x15

3 mile walk on treadmill

[gym-x-plus]

❗️BEST HOME-GLUTE WORKOUT ⬇️

✔️Bosu Prone Hip Kick 4x20

✔️Dumbell Laying Dumbbell Curl 4x20

✔️Asisting Band Bosu Hip Kick 4x15

✔️Bosu KB Glute Bridge 4x20

✔️Bosu Pushup-Hip Kick 4x20

✔️Assisting Band Glute Kick Back 4x20

✔️DB Static Barbell Curl With Lunge to Calf Raises 4x15

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©️Credit ig: @dnzsypnr

.

#legs #legworkout #legday #glutes #squat #bodybuilding #cardio #gym #fitness #fitfam #fitspo #fitspiration

[myrfing]

if someone needed a linkedin or socmed from me to verify whether or not i was a real person in the case I ever put out a fundraiser or something they would not find one. in fact they would likely not find anything at all bar searching in some certification dbs using actually doxxed information. i have a remarkably common first and last name. most working class people also don't have professional profiles or whatever. most non-english speaking people are going to type in a way that sounds a bit like a bot with a lot of misspellings and simplistic, broad language with few proper nouns; that's how I purposefully type when I machine translate like, commission requests or something. people from other countries typically use other forms of social media too, though they will come on western sites for donation asks because that's obviously where the money is. i dunno what to tell you. every single online donation ask has a high risk of being a scam. hell even in real life it's often impossible to verify if someone on a street corner "really needs it". I assume everyone donates knowing this and that negging people for Possibly Donating To A Fake Scam is about as useful as negging people about how smoking will give them lung cancer or whatever. and if you are going to claim someone is scamming the burden is on you to provide proof of that & proof that needs to be more solid than "they don't talk like I think they should"

[teatitty]

The more I read up about sounds and decibels and the science behind it the more awed I become about our world. Did you know sperm whales use clicks for echolocation that measure at 200 decibels [for reference purposes any sound at 70db or higher can cause hearing loss over a prolonged period of time, and once you hit 120db you get direct and immediate damage to your ears] but because sound travels differently in water compared to air, if you took the sperm whale outta the ocean and had it in mid-air like a plane and it used that sound again it would only measure at 174 instead?

The Saturn V rocket measured at 204 decibels. To quote an article I was reading earlier: "When the shock wave from a bomb levels a house, that’s sound tearing apart bricks and splintering glass."

But that's not all! At 110 db, infrasound [which is all the sounds we can't hear basically] causes changes in blood pressure and respitory rates, leading to immense dizzyness and lack of balance. There was a Air Force test way back in 1965 that found humans exposed to infrasound in the 151-153 range began to feel their chests moving without their control, because at a high enough level, infrasound can inflate and deflate your lungs without your own conscious input

And the loudest sound you can't hear? The Chelyabinsk meteor which exploded over the sky of southern Russia in 2013. The nearest sensor that picked this up was 430+ miles away, and the infrasound at that distance measured at 90db, which is when you have to wear protective gear

So yeah that's how my afternoon's been going

[handspunyarns]

When Dieter Bravo Played The Mandalorian.

Scene —

D****y is filming another season of The Mandalorian, but in this weird AU, the role of Din Djarin is played by Dieter Bravo (DB), and the arc between The Book of Boba Fett and Season Three of The Mandalorian is the fanfiction You Were Marked.

Filming is commencing on Chapter 15: Days Eight through Eleven. Today, the cast and crew is working on the scene where Din is trying to clear fluid from the gravely injured Marathel’s lungs. The director has asked the Actress Playing the Role of Marathel who is both Age- and Size- Appropriate to Play the Part (AP) to hold soup/ mucus analog in her mouth for DB to literally suck out of her mouth and then spit out.

DB, of course, has quite an opinion about the validity of this scene. However, they already tried to have DB hold the soup in his mouth, and just pretend to suck out the soup and then spit it out. This was an unmitigated disaster as the soup just … fell out of his mouth and went up AP’s nose.

DB has requested that the soup/mucus analog be done in CGI, but the director has reminded DB that he chose exotic craft services over extended CGI effects. Cursing his love for lobster balls, DB has agreed to try the ‘AP holding the soup in her mouth’ option. Take 1 has just occurred.

Director: CUT!

DB: (spitting) Ugh! Urrrgh. I went to Carnegie Mellon for this?

AP: And dropped out mid-second semester. Does the soup look good? I think it’s too green.

DB: Do you have to talk about this?

AP: I mean, for my money, if you’re going to show everything that happens to this poor character, you gotta make the mucus look as realistic as possible.

DB: Bryce, can’t we do this with CGI? Carl woulda done it with CGI.

AP: (gasping) You shut your porky mouth about Carl! Oh, we need to get cream of celery soup. That’d be the right color …

DB: Oh, no, you gotta stop…

AP: Oooooh, and the little green chunks of celery, that gives it nice texture …

DB: Please stop.

AP: Oh yes, I think we should add chunks of noodles in there, make the mucus look all pus-filled.

DB: Please.

AP: Do you think they could put in a scratch-and-sniff card when they release the DVDs?

DB: Stop.

— and Scene