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Do you ever think about how Devil's Advocate is usually used to mean "I'm going to disagree with you but I'm going to lampshade it to make you seem like the asshole for being upset with me,"
when it kind of feels like instead it should be "hey, I see a possible hole in that argument and I'm pretty sure you have an answer for that hole but I don't know what it is,"
or even "I agree with you but I want you to be ready for when you argue with someone who actually thinks your opinion is trash and I want to make sure you've figured out how to fight them before you're put on the spot at Thanksgiving Dinner."
is the iihf admin rpfing on main or is that just a normal hockey duo bromance post that we‘re seeing through fujo glasses?
miraculous au where ladybug considers game ending monarch cos she is TIRED anyways webtoon soon....
art is inspired by the book "the devil`s advocate". hehe...started reading it a while ago, and honestly, I'm very partial to biblical ideas and hints in books...so I just couldn't ignore my inspiration from this book!
Your John Miltons Secretary and being immune to his charms
You’d worked for John Milton for almost a year. The New York office thrummed like a cathedral to ambitious lawyers whispering sins behind silk ties, marble floors reflecting the glow of the damned. You kept your heels silent, your voice steady, your eyes level.
Milton liked that.
He liked it far too much.
Most women who crossed his path melted under that molten charm, that strange gravity he carried. You, however, were something different. You answered him without trembling. You looked at him when he spoke. Sometimes you even had the nerve to cut him off.
He’d watched her in silence for months. The way she answered his calls with her head held high, the way she brushed off his teasing with a small, knowing smile that never once betrayed fear. He’d offered her everything power, wealth, desire itself wrapped in silk and you only raised an eyebrow, saying softly,
“I think I’m doing just fine, Mr. Milton.”
That was the first time he’d felt something that wasn’t control.
He tried the same old games the whispers, insinuations, the faint brush of his hand near yours but you didn’t waver. In that moment, something strange happened. Milton realized, with a sudden jolt that startled even him, that it was he who was losing control. You weren’t falling for him. He was falling for you.
Weeks later, when another man dared to ask you out, you accepted without hesitation. Milton saw it happen from the doorway, the glint of polite amusement on your lips as you agreed to meet. For a heartbeat, he thought he could observe calmly. But jealousy, raw and unrestrained, surged through him.
“What is this?” he murmured to himself in the quiet of his office later, pacing like a caged predator. A Mortal men who insignificant compared to him, fragile compared to his ancestral being was touching you, laughing with you, sharing moments that should belong to him and only him. His possessiveness, previously subdued and dormant, now threatened to overtake his composure.
The night he finally saw you with him smiling, relaxed, animated, unaware of Milton’s dark shadow across the street everything broke. He had never lost control before, never allowed himself to feel the sting of something so purely human. Yet, there he was, heart hammering, chest tight, mind spiraling with thoughts of what it meant that you could be touched, charmed, claimed by another.
He stepped forward, unseen, trembling in ways that startled even him. The possessiveness, the desire to claim, to protect, to own all surged forward like a tidal wave. Milton realized, finally and terrifyingly, that the rules didn’t apply here. You were his, in ways he couldn’t quite define, and yet you were free, radiant, untouchable by his hand. And for the first time, he didn’t care to hide the storm that raged beneath the surface.
Because the moment had come: the Devil had fallen. And in that fall, he would do whatever it took to make sure you belonged only to him.
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This edit is 100% inspired by the turning tables fanfic about John and Kevin. It was so good I had to make a edit to it😭😭
