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elisysd · 3 months

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You did it. You couldn’t believe it but after years of studies, weekly mental breakdowns and a coffee addiction that remained up to this day, you managed to land a position in the journalists team that were covering the F1 as well as F2 GP for the french television. You had fought tooth and nails for this position and you were delighted to join them. You would work in the media pen, interviewing the drivers after their races and outside of them during media day. It was going to be a lot of work and you knew that you were going to be underpressure a lot, but you had met the team and they were all so welcoming with you that anxiety was quickly replaced with anticipation.

So here you were, waiting with the team, in the Orly airport, to board your flight. The check in had been done, you were going over a few details with Marion who would be your guide for the first few weeks. you were not going to be thrown to feed the lions totally unprepared. Beside the media pen, you were also in charge of social media. You would be the one doing live-streaming on Instagram after the Grand Prix to debrief the races and the weeks when no Grand Prix would happen, you would be doing live-streaming on Twitch, inviting viewers to talk about the season a bit more in depth. A lot of work is on the horizon, but damn, you couldn’t wait.

“So Y/N, how do you feel about your first GP? Is there one driver you can’t wait to interview,” asked you Jean.

“Lewis, for sure. I just want to know what is in the mind of a seventh world champion. How he prepares for a race, his analyses. He has such a calm vibe around him.” you replied instantly. You admired Lewis a lot, not only because of his performances but also because of the values he carried and how he changed the sport.

“And the one you are dreading to interview?” asked Marion.

You took a little pause to think about the question. You didn’t dread to interview anyone. You were excited to meet all of them.

“Maybe Lance. Not because I don’t like him, it’s just that he seems very closed off. He doesn’t like the media and his answers are always short. It’s a bit intimidating.”

“You’ll be fine, don't worry. You will need a little bit of time to adjust to each driver and team's ways of replying to the media but you’ll be good. You wouldn’t be here if you were not.” reassured her Jean.

“Red Bull is probably the worst team to interview. They are controlling everything, each interaction is planned. Jean, do you remember that time, I think it was back then when Ricciardo was still at RB and we wanted to make a long interview for the Australian GP? We had to do so much back and forth between the PR team and ours. But we managed to have ten minutes on the Saturday right after qualifying.”

“You were determined to have him. I remember you saying that you wouldn’t get any sleep until you had booked an interview with him.”

“And I did it. This is what this job is about, not giving up. You are going to be confronted by some real assholes out there, you will have to play dirty sometimes but at the end of the day, it’s all good memories and when the audience is saying that the interview was nice, then you know that it was worth the effort.”

You nodded. You knew what being a woman working in the journalism field was like. Your internships had shown you that sexism was huge in this job and even more in sport journalism. You had been one of the few girls that were following the sport journalism specialization in your college. You had done your last year of college in New York as your school was a partner with one there and you also learned the hard way that no matter the country, the same problems were remaining. Your time there was something you would like to forget. It was awful. Being away from your family, being under pressure a lot because of the school and the prestigious internship you had landed there... It had been hard, but it had made you strong enough to endure what would be coming your way. At least, you hoped so.

Charles knew that this season was going to be complicated and that there was no chance of him winning the championship. The pre tests went awfully wrong and he felt right from the get go that the car had several problems. He just hoped that they would still be able to fight for a good result in the constructor championship.

He had spent a long time talking to Fred, trying to get reassurance and what would be the plan from now on. He trusted him. He had been so happy when he learned that he would replace Mattia. He had thought that maybe things would finally turn in his favor, that he would be the first driver in the team. But even that had been crushed pretty quickly when Fred told him that his priority was not to feed his drivers ego but to rebuild the team. It was, then, a pissed off Charles who joined his friend Joris and a few other drivers like Pierre Gasly, Alex Albon, Lando Norris and George Russell for a drink before starting the first race week of the season. He needed to forget the tests of pre pre-season.

“So should we expect to have a nice fight between you and Red Bull?” asked Pierre to his best friend.

“No. I don’t feel good while driving. I feel like it’s unpredictable and I don’t like that.” confessed the Monegasque.

“I fear that Red Bull will be particularly strong this year.” added George, as a matter of fact.

“They showed off during the tests. What will it be during the actual race? One thing for sure, it’s not the McLaren that will put up a fight. It’s a shitbox.” said Lando.

They kept talking about their cars and the first race of the season until late in the night.

The next three days, Charles spent them between intense training and meetings with the team. He didn’t see the time flying and soon it was time for him to wear his Ferrari team’s merchandising and to put on a nice face in front of the camera, pretending that he liked the car and was ready for the season.

After a press conference that he thought was way too long, he had to go in front of the journalists. On his way, on his scooter, he met Pierre who was coming back from the media pen, whistling.

“So, how was it? Any new faces among the journalists?” Charles asked.

“It was the same as usual. The same questions from everyone and I feel like a broken record, having to repeat myself to I don’t know how many news outlets and TV channels. And yeah, the french TV has a new girl. It striked me because she is really young. Not more than twenty-five for sure. But nice questions. Different ones. It was nice.”

Saying that you were stressed out and on the verge of panicking was an understatement. You were pretty confident the night before, when you were lying in your bed, thinking about today and all the questions you had prepared after watching the testings. You were proud of your questions, you had sent them to Marion so she could check them out and add her comments, which she did. She helped you make your questions sharper and clearer. You didn’t have much time to ask them so they needed to be short and precise. You had reworked on them, following her advice, and you were happy about how they turned out.

But crossing the journalists’ entry in the paddock, you could feel the nerves kicked in and suddenly you felt like an impostor. You were too young, you had just graduated, you had little experience and they gave you such a big responsibility. It was too much. You felt your breath caught in your throat and your vision blurring until a reassuring hand was pressed on your shoulder.

“I know what you are thinking. Don’t. You deserve to be here. You wouldn’t have been hired if we didn’t believe in you.” Marion whispered in your ear.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you are a woman. It means that the interviews you had to go through were twice harder than the ones men went through. And you managed to beat them. So you got this. And I’ll be here, you won’t be alone.”

“Thanks Marion.” you said, thankful for her kind words.

And the interviews went well. You quickly forgot the stress and soon you were in your zone. Ready, confident, determined. When Lewis approached you tried to not let the fan inside you come out to the surface. It was not the time. You could see him slightly flinched when you mentioned the last season and the several car problems he had. You assumed that he was not very happy with your question, but you didn’t care. You weren’t there to ask pointless questions. You were there because you wanted to know what went through their minds, not to sugarcoat things. After Lewis, it was time for Pierre and you were happy but nervous to conduct the interview in French.

“So Pierre, you are in a whole new team that was fourth in the championship last year. You come from a back of the grid team, how do you feel about this new challenge?”

“I’m happy. I’m still getting used to how things work but I’m really excited and I can’t wait to work with everyone and get to know the team better during the season.”

“What are your goals?”

“Winning races, trying to bring the best points for the team. You said it, Alpine was fourth last year so the goal is to keep this position and maybe fight with the top teams. That could be great.”

His PR officer signaled that the time was off and he made his way out of the room. They had a few minutes before the next group of drivers would come into the room. You turned to Marion who was next to you, watching you conduct the interviews.

“So, how was I?” you asked.

“Great! You definitely were better by the end of the session. I could feel your nerves at the beginning.”

“I’m going to go outside to breathe. It’s so crowded here.”

You took your bottle of water and headed to the exit. It was so hot outside but definitely hotter inside. You were fumbling with your bag, trying to reach for your notes when you heard a huge ‘watch out’ coming from your left. You didn’t have much time to react as you felt a scooter hitting you and a man, dressed with a red tee shirt, looking very sorry and rushing towards you.

Author's note: Here it is, the prologue of my new fic I Can See you! It will be shorter than what you are used to coming from me. Less chapters, less longer as well. I hope you will like it as much as I do!

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bangchanbabygurl · 3 months

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13: Delicate { In The Eyes Of Love }

Genre: Dark Romance/Smut/Angsty/Thriller/Enemies to lovers

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences

Word count: 1,596 words

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I exhaled softly as more guests arrived, filling the villa; Seungcheol still hadn't returned. I bite my lip as Mirae and Don greet guests; I grab another glass of champagne. “Hello, is Seungcheol here?” A shiver ran down my spine as I turned to see a woman straight from the cover of a Vogue magazine, her red hair in a high ponytail. “Who's asking?” I question her, sipping the champagne as we eye each other head to toe. Her red lips turn into a tight smile, “Adeline Kim, and you are?” Her voice was irritating. Adeline tilts her head lightly as she crosses her arms, waiting for me to answer her curiosity.

I chuckle and smile, “Y/N Hong, Seungcheol’s girlfriend. I apologize if I came off rude; as a woman, I'm sure you understand.” I said, extending my hand out to her. Adeline’s upper lip twitches lightly, “Hmm, if your insecurity bothers you, then maybe I’ll understand.” She says with a cocky smirk. I let a laugh escape my lips; her expression switched sour. “Oh no, I'm not insecure; I'm just trying to ensure Seungcheol doesn't get intertwined with troubled people,” I said with a smirk. Adeline lets a stiff laugh leave her lips.

“Y/N, Grandma Geum-joo wants to you, honey.” Mirae says as she hurries over, “Adeline? What are you doing here?” Mirae asked, displeased. I bite my lip and smile at Mirae, “Eomma, Y/N, and I should get going.” Seungcheol said as he walked over to us. “Aww, Seungcheol, but I was getting used to her company already,” Mirae smiles; Seungcheol’s soft eyes darken upon seeing Adeline.

“Hi, Seungcheol,” Her voice was flirtatious; I scoffed and glanced at her. “I completely understand, honey; you want some alone time,” Mirae says with a wink. I smile; Seungcheol looks at his mother with a sharp gaze. “Eomma…please,” He says; I bite my lip and look at him. “Why? Are you not eager to have some alone time?” I ask, letting my tone turn seductive. Seungcheol’s dark eyes meet mine, “Y/N, don't start.” He says, his tone sounding incredibly sexy all of a sudden. Adeline seemed furious as I stood closer to Seungcheol; I sipped the remaining champagne in the glass.

Mirae smiles and nods. “Okay, well, Y/N, I hope to see you for breakfast tomorrow,” Mirae smiles and kisses my cheek before walking over to Don. “You’re tipsy…” Seungcheol mutters as he grabs my arm, “Let's go…now.” His voice sends waves of shock through me. Seungcheol drags me into the villa and out of the hallway; he takes the glass out of my grip, placing it on the table before we walk out the door. I try to free myself from his grip, “Let go of me,” I said, yanking my arm out of his tight grip. Seungcheol halts and exhales sharply, “We were only at the event for an hour; you said that you needed the whole night. Why are you eager to leave already?” I asked, feeling anger rushing through my veins.

“Exactly; I usually stay at these events for an hour.” He says, turning to face me. I bite my lip and shake my head. “No, if you truly want your family to know about your relationship, we would be overstepping our stay,” I argue; Seungcheol scoffs. “Well, you already did your part of the deal,” He said, my hands curling into fists. “You know, maybe your whole underpressure situation isn't your family,” I implied.

Seungcheol had an amused look. “Oh, it's not? Then tell me, tell me what has me so eager and stressed to leave this place.” He says, stepping closer; I close the gap between us. I look him in the eyes, “Adeline Kim,” I let that woman’s name fall out of my lips like knives. The corner of his lip twitches, “You don't know what you're talking about,” He says. I bite my lip and try to suppress my tipsy thoughts, “Of course, I know; your eomma was telling me how that woman damaged you pretty damn good.” I said. Seungcheol scoffs and turns to walk away.

I follow behind him, “Adeline Kim, a lawyer who seems to be the type to leech onto men for her good. Let's see what could possibly be the reason she damaged you, uh, she cheated on you? No, that's not it; she broke off the engagement? No? You cheated? No, that’s not it too? Maybe Adeline—” I let a gasp escape my lips as Seungcheol grabbed me by my shoulders.

My back hitting the door of his car, “Shut up, you know nothing about Adeline. You are so judgmental about everything and everyone. Did you really think I would find you attractive? I only did Chan a favor by meeting his friend and trying to go at least on one stupid date to keep him from pestering me. You are the last woman I would ever find attractive.” His words are so malice and sting like salt being poured into wounds.

His grip was so tight that surely it would bruise the next day, “You know, for a second, I thought that maybe you weren't that arrogant. But I was stupid to believe that; I was so stupid even to do this favor. God, you know, maybe you are right. I am judgemental for good goddamn reasons.” I said pushing him off me. My chest was falling heavily, being under the influence while angry never had the best outcome. I take the heels off, "Since the deal has been done, the other heels and dresses will return to you. I do not want anything," I said. I tossed the heels at his feet, "As for the nails and Jane’s beauty skills, I’ll be sure to pay that back.” I uttered and picked up my purse from the ground.

“Where are you going?” Seungcheol asked, annoyance filling his tone, “Back to my apartment, where else,” I said as I walked out of the gates of the Choi Villa. I sighed and looked through my contacts, “Are you really going to walk under this weather?” Seungcheol called out. I dialed Minghao's number; I picked my pace, wanting to escape Seungcheol. “Hello gorgeous, how’s the event—” I let out a shaky breath, “I need a ride, can you come get me…please,” I let out. “What happened? Where are you? Text me where you are, and I’ll pick you up in less than five minutes.” Minghao says I could hear the background noise fading. I remove the phone from my ear and rapidly text him my current location.

“Y/N! Get in the car! Look, I'm sorry for lashing at you; we’re both under the influence.” Seungcheol says as he slows the speed of his car to match my pace. “Fucking Seungcheol. What did he do?” Minghao says through the phone, “You're not far from where I'm at; you're a minute away.” Minghao said. “No, thank Choi, I'm fine walking,” I said, “Yah! Y/N, can you please get in the car!?” Seungcheol asked. I stop in my tracks, seeing the familiar red Chevy Camaro speeding. My breath hitches as Seungcheol puts the car in park.

“Look, I'm sorry, okay, I was furious…” Seungcheol explains; I look at him, confused. The sound of tires screeching caused us to look at the car that came to a stop, “Yah! Seungcheol! Húndàn!” Minghao cursed. I put my phone in my bag; Seungcheol scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Seungcheol, I did my part of the deal, so now we don't have to worry about anything. You do you, and I do me,” I said, walking over to an angry Minghao. I grabbed his arm before he could get to Seungcheol.

“It's not over, Y/N!” Seungcheol calls out; I look at him. “Don't forget my eomma invited you for breakfast tomorrow morning,” He says. Minghao scoffs. “Húndàn,” Minghao says; I look at him. “Hao,” I said, “Of course I remember, and I plan to complete the promise I made to your eomma,” I said. Seungcheol sighs and nods, “Alright then, I guess it's done.” He says I nodded. Seungcheol gets inside his car as I let go of Minghao’s arm; they glare at each other before Seungcheol drives off.

I sighed in relief and rested my head on Minghao’s shoulder, “Are you okay?” He asks. “I guess so; ugh, why did I agree to do him a favor, Hao? Why am I so stupid?” I cry; Minghao wraps his arms around me.

“What did he do? Did her hurt you?” He asked; I nodded my head. “But come on, he was drinking, and I saw, too, we got into a heated argument.” I whisper, “Honestly, I provoked him,” I said. Minghao looked furious, “He dared to lay a hand on you?! Yah Húndàn” Minghao says as he holds me closer. “No, he didn't hurt me physically, Hao. His words were so harsh, and ugh, I wanted to slap him.” I cry.

Minghao sighs and rubs my back, “Come on, let's get you home,” He says as he opens the passenger door for me. “You look exhausted, and not to mention you reek of alcohol,” Minghao says with a smile; I giggle. “I know, I kinda got carried away with the champagne,” I said, getting inside the car. I let out a sigh as I fastened the seatbelt; Minghao is the one friend I can truly trust with things like this eventful night. He’s always been there for nights like these, and I hope tonight is the last.

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allwaswell16 · 2 years

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A fic rec of One Direction fics that have a character as a WAG (wives and girlfriends of a professional athlete or in most cases here boyfriends and husbands) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

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💖 Want you more than a melody by @softfonds

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-Rare Pairs-

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@strebcr : x

"Would ya believe me if I told you I've been through worse?" Streber sighed, as he was being picked and and carried like a fucking sack of potatoes. Besides a sprained ankle the only thing that was hurt was Streber's pride. "Thanks for helping me out sir, this is the last fucking time I get an ouija board off ebay!!! If it wasn't for you I'm pretty sure I would've lost the other arm."

Well, for both of their sakes, Lewis considered himself lucky he had even managed to swipe on his fleshy mortal face clumsily beforehand the moment he and the gang heard the screeching ruckus upstairs. He didn’t have enough time to quickly address the severe flaws in his own disguise, with his skeletal knuckles and ribs still shining through his dirtied suit, but the least he could really hope for this poor man could excuse it as some sort of off putting halloween cosplay (his eyes were already often a dead give away if he didn’t say they were “corrective contact lens” to keep his ghastly form from being entirely exposed). But, as much as that probably mattered little right now, this oversized dope had to do the one thing he highly disliked when it came to escaping from some angry spirit whilst underpressure; he had to run for this stranger’s tomfoolery.

Yeah, he could’ve zoomed off into flight to make it easier. Sure he could blow his cover to save them both the trouble. But given now everyone took to ghosts easily as his own wife normally? He couldn’t risk having this fool freaking out when they had this other giant flaming ghost hot on their tail. They were shooting fireballs at him for crying out loud, give him a break!

“I-I think your buddy back there would think so too!” Racing down the hall with his own fear of having his spirit being ripped to pieces to motivate him to run speedily, Lewis narrowly dodges another fireball being thrown their way as he sharply turns a corner in this damn maze of a haunted building. Whoever thought putting a bathroom in the middle of a bedroom had to be a good idea, they sure as hell loved to make these long hallways to waste someone’s money to abandon such a rundown hotel! It’s already bad enough he got separated from his pals in the mass of the chaos, but he at least knew they hadn’t died yet. “Wh-What did you even do to piss him off?!?” He asks as he runs. “He seems pretty upset!”

#Ah! I love acting! {RP Thread}#Write it down! {Canon}#Oh my sweet lil Lulu~! {Lewis}#Icon Cred: sporesgalaxy #strebcr

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realityfragments · 5 months

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Strategic Deception, AI, and Investors.

Technical Report: Large Language Models canStrategically Deceive their Users when Put UnderPressure (Nov 2023), Jérémy Scheurer, Mikita Balesni , Marius Hobbhahn, Apollo Research ‘Strategic deception’ in large language models is indeed a thing. It should be unsurprising. After all, people do it all the time when trying to give the answer that is wanted by the person asking the question. Large…

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#AI #copyright #fair use #hallucination #Large Language Model #LLM #strategic deception

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threenorth · 9 months

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Another day another abusive person.

There's always grains of truth In a lie, and your quite a manplanputive little prick I'm guessing out of sheerluck you have enough truth to try do some damage.

You know fool me once, telling me I should put her happiness first, shame on me for actually listening to you.

Second time, shame on you telling me what I should feel, and saying some pretty awful toxic things, and saying I couldn't make a sacrifice when you don't even know the first thing about her, even underpressure I'm pretty calm, it's how coal is made into diamonds, bitch. when you asked me if this is what she wanted I'm glad you asked her, because I'd have a feeling it wasn't this.

Third time, around here batter batter swiiiing HIT, Home Run!

You can't control me, you say you gave her a 10k ring, I'd laugh because I don't think she'd even like a big dimond ring in the first place, she's more hopeless romantic type, but I guess that's what she wanted because you obuisly asked her before you decided to get something useless, you couldn't even spend an hour with her by cooking with her, so your 10k ring that's a simple lie I hope the pawn shop might give you some money back on it, how's 3k and a broken heart, you can't make a sacrifice of cheese, there's some pretty good fake vegan food out there now so a simple sacrifice to become a vegan wouldn't be hard for someone that wanted to be with her, Maybe dude no wonder why you didn't work out you never listened to her, I doubt you remember her demons names if she brought them up to yourd think it's someone she works with.

The rest of your messages have on/off truths I feel in a way or half truths and some might be true but she's a very private person, you might trying to evoke some kind of emotional response, but I'm doubting it if she wanted to get in touch with me she has the power to do so, so she could also give me the paperwork, I don't want to hear it through what would be an ex.

You probably don't even remember her birthday without needing to look at Facebook.

I'm going to say that you really had something special but not yours.

I'm going to ask you a few simple questions, when did you first meet? -Ah yes I can't recall, and that's because you never cared in the first place.

How does she drink her coffee? - trick question she likes all coffee.

What is her horoscope? - It's libra.

My last question, do you remember when you decided to ruin her life? Oh that's right you don't remember because you need therapy.

Bi-bye-bye-bi-bye.

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spiritwinding · 4 years

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sonic actually knows a good bit about first aid! he’s kinda always had to, since he’s pretty much treated his own wounds since he was like 10. the chaos energy in his body has always made him heal incredibly fast from the likes of stab and gun wounds, but he’s still had to find his way around how to deal with those properly. he knows how to stitch up wounds, and can do it if it comes down to that, but he's.... no surgeon hbgvfcd.

he started to ask for the medics to teach him stuff whenever they both had the time during forces cause.. i mean he’s the fastest besides shadow so it only makes sense for him to know more about that stuff. he’s nowhere near being like a certified first responder, but he knows how to help someone/deal with wounds well enough until he can get whoevers hurt to an actual doctor. can help someone with shock, knows how to deal with broken limbs, bleeding wounds, stuff like that. he falls into a makeshift nurse role surprisingly easy. before forces he also had to figure things out with ruby who kept on finding ways of getting hurt like. every week.

#ask to tag /#◜° ★ ▸ where does somebody keep all those gold rings? ╱ ❪ hc ❫#sonic like. as a person just rlly fits these kinda roles?#v good underpressure can control his nerves in the heat of the moment #can be comforting to whoever needs it #no self preservation yknow the usual jnhbgvfrd #that last one si a joke please dont be like him #i think i made him sorta squeamish on my first blog and uhhhhh idk where i got THAT idea but thats fake #most certainly where hes at rn

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the-microwave-lord · 4 years

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UnderPressure comic pieces coming soon!

Along with small areas in between posts for asks!

Please bear with me, here!

Thanks!

#underpressure #new au #ask and dare #comics #digital art #art #characters #ocs #original #newly made

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forineffablereasons · 5 years

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thaliagrace-underpressure replied to your post “writing fluffy halloween pwp by candlelight happy halloween!!! ”

Wheres the link, op?

i’m still writing it!! works in progress, had to take a cocoa break

#thaliagrace-underpressure #for a second i thought you were asking for the link to see me write it #unfortch livestreams of writing is not nearly as interesting as art #i've always lowkey wished it would work well bc i think it would be super fun but #alas #it's mostly just me and this white page #by super fun i mean for me and no one else

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founderkcng · 5 years

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"Get that ring away from the boy!!"

“I am doing my best here!”

He was trying very, very hard...

#asks #lskdajglajga #somnus underpressure lmfao #raagnulf

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years

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MC asks the Brothers to learn CPR for them

Summary: You asks the brothers to learn CPR for your own safety, and we all know that they won't say no to you.

Note: this is a crack fanfic, so this isn't proofread and this all purely for comedy.

Warning: A lot of swearing, Suggestive content, and Mammon, Levi and Asmo making things worst.

So you lean Satan a book about basic CPR, and told him to tell the others to learn CPR. and well....

"Why do I the great Mammon, have to learn this!"

"Because I almost drown, when you and Levi 'accidentally' push me to the fountain and I hit my head on it, knocking me out. So you are going to learn!"

After that, you plan one day for all of them to learn with a dummy while you're at the palace.

But in the back of your mind, only Lucifer, Satan, and maybe Belphie will actually do well. While the others not the much.

The day with the dummy

All of them gather in the common room, while you went to the palace for tea with Diavolo.

They all went in order with Satan supervising the whole thing.

Lucifer went first and he did it perfectly.

However the chaos start with Mammon coming up next.

"Okay, Mammon. Check the breathing and if the person isn't-"

"Oi Satan. what are ya talkin' about. of course this thing isn't breathing."

"You moron! you're suppose to pretend that thing is MC. by the time you do CPR their already death!" Asmo comments as Mammon glare at him, with Beel and Belphie look at him with disgust. "What?"

"Why did you say to pretend that thing is MC?" Beel asks.

"I'm not putting my lips on that creepy thing if I didn't do that" Asmo answer earning a groan from half of his brothers. "Oh please~ I know you all would've done the same thing"

"Pervert...."

"I heard that Levi!"

"Well it too late anyway, Mammon didn't do the necessary steps, he didn't asks someone to call ambulance. So the victim died." Satan interjects.

"HEY! Is ain't my fault that thing died. Beside Asmo distracted me."

"You'll have you're turn after we all done ours." Mammon huffs and move aside, then Satan looks over to Levi. "Okay Levi you're turn."

"O-O-okay" he starts shaking as he drop on his knees and hover over the dummy.

"Okay, so you saw what Lucifer did, and what the book said. What the first thing you do?"

"I check it's breathing first?"

"Good! now what happens if the human is not breathing?"

"W-W-Well tell someone to call for help, like I'll asks Beel to call an ambulance."

"Good! next-"

"Woah, woah! we don't have those thing here" Mammon comments as Satan is clenching hard on the book.

"It's just the procedure MAMMON! we're following the book" Satan said it through his teeth, as he focus on holding his anger, all the while Lucifer sits in one of the arm chair just watching this all fold out.

"Oh is good to be first line for something like this" He thought to himself.

After that being sidetrack by Mammon, Levi moves on to making sure that the dummy's air ways are clear, he tilt its head and begin to lean closer and try to hear the air way.

Once he notify Satan that the dummy is unresponsive, Satan told him to move to the chest compressions and he has to make sure that Levi isn't pumping on the chest too fast, and count to the beat of the heart.

"Huh!!! I can't do that! What if I lost count!"

"I heard from MC that you can count with the human word Mississippi instead of counting the heart beat." Beel chime in.

"Isn't that what MC calls Mephistopheles when they get annoyed by him" Belphie asks

"No, They call that pompous ass Tennessee" Mammon retorts

"Alright! I do what Beel said" Levi begins to pump as he count with Mississippi. He did 30 chest press. and now....

"Levi what are you waiting for? Mouth to mouth-"

"Wait okay! I'm getting to that!" Levi slowly lean closer and picnic the nose of the dummy and Mammon gotten too impatient

"FUCKIN' PUT YER LIPS ON THE DARN THING!"

"STOP YELLING AT ME!"

"MAMMON STOP DISTRACTING LEVI!"

"Well I don't blame Mammon, Levi is taking f.o.r.e.v.e.r~"

"SHUT UP ASMO! I CAN'T WORK UNDERPRESSURE!"

"Levi this isn't suppose to be time for you to say things like that. In an emergency there is no room for errors or panic."

"Your taking their side Satan!"

"I AM NOT TAKING SIDES! ALL I'M SAYING IS THAT YOUR SHUTTERING AND PANICING ISN'T GOING TO HELP THE SITUTATION"

"Satan, maybe I can take over for-"

"STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS, LUCIFER! I GOT THIS HANDLE!!" Satan is about to burn the book in his hand as he sheer at Lucifer, all the while Levi start tearing up and ran out the room.

"Satan is my turn~" Asmo quickly took Levi's spot and begins to do the procedure. Tell someone to call for help, check the breathing, and tilt the head for the proper airway, but when it comes to the chest press....

"Asmo.... Your not pressing hard it enough...."

"I got this Beel~ Don't want to scare the dummy." Asmo did only five chest press the right way but he seem to lose the momentum and just playful pressing on the chest of the dummy.

"FOR FUCK! ASMO!"

"OH NO~ YOU DON'T SATAN! I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME WITH THAT TONE!"

"YEAH YOU DID! FOR THE FIRST HALF! BUT NOW YOUR JUST PRACTICALLY PLAYING WITH THE DUMMY"

"IS NOT MY FAULT THAT THIS BASTARD NEEDS 30 CHEST PRESS!"

Asmo stood up and huffs out of the room, with Satan resist the urge to throw the book at his head.

"FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN!" Satan growl and whips his head to Beel "Your up!"

Beel just simple nod and took his position.

He did all the steps well, until.

CRACK!!

"Oh!"

"What the hell! Beel I think ya broke dummy!" Mammon comments, and they all notices that Beel press way too hard on the chest, that his hands went through the chest.

Everyone stay silent.... until Asmo walks back in the room with Levi behind him.

"Hey~ I'm back! I just needed to cool off, but I'm ready to-"

"Oh! what happen?" Levi asks, then Satan start to laugh, creeping all of them out. As Beel slowly stand up and walk back next to Belphie

"Fucking no wonder MC left and put me in charge of this... they would've given up at Mammon"

"OI! what's that suppose to mean!"

Suddenly Satan shifted into his demon form, burning the book in his hand, and proceed to march over the dummy.

"AND THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF RUBBER AND PLASTIC!"

Satan set the dummy on fire as he laughs like a madman.

"SATAN YOU'LL BURN THE WHOLE HOUSE ON FIRE!"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY YOU OLD DUSTY FART!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!"

Meanwhile at the Demon lord's castle

Your seat quietly near the window, with Diavolo drinking tea.

all the while you two didn't notice the house of lamentation begins to be set on fire.

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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