Hey guys! It has been awhile, hasn't it? A really, really long while...heh. I apologize sincerely for it and I know this won't make it up but I'm hoping its a start. For those of you waiting for In The Beginning...you'll have to wait a bit longer, I'm afraid. I've run out of ideas, and I decided the original plot wasn't going to work with what I wanted. So until I figure out what to do with that, the story is on a hiatus. But fear not! I promise, I will resume it. I just need some plot bunnies to invade my house of writing. They never want to come though...

Anyways! I've been listening to a band called Steam Powered Giraffe lately. I really like them and their music/videos are exceptional. They made a cover of this song that I like, so I decided to do it. Personally, I ship Diane and King together. Howzer and Diane...I just can't get behind. I feel like Howzer would be a little bit of a womanizer and honestly, I think King is much better for her. So If you are a Howzer/Diane shipper, skip this chapter for now. And yes, I realize I did make Howzer kind of a douche, and he might be really OOC, but I felt like the way he acts in this fits him for this song and one-shot. Diane needs that fire to finally leave him, and he has just enough to ignite it and fuel it for a good while.

I also apologize in advance. I haven't written in ages, as I'm sure you guys have seen and will see. So if this is absolute trash or you guys feel like this is rushed, I'm sorry. I'll come back and edit it the next day, so I can see what I need to change. I hope I didn't completely bomb it, but I'll let you guys decide that.

With that note, please enjoy and feel free to look up SPG on YouTube. I seriously love them. Especially the gray dude, The Spine. Ugh, he is one of my big 'celebrity' crushes.

I don't own Seven Deadly Sins or I Love It by Icona Pop.

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She was so done. Done with his lies, his deception, and all his...well, bullshit! He's never home! Always out at some bar with some other chicks. How does she know? Her best friend works at the bar and reports on him for her.

She didn't want to believe it. He had promised her he loved her. He had showered her with gifts and love and little trinkets. They had spent countless nights together, caught up in passion and in the afterglow, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. They moved in together. Hell, they were even engaged!

Diane reminisced on these times with a grimace, sitting on her side of the bed and curling up into a ball, thinking. She had just received news that he would be out late, again. But was that any surprise? No. It never was anymore. He was always out, drinking and having fun, shirking his responsibilities and leaving her to do all the heavy lifting and work around the house. She was just as important as him, if not even more so. How many times had she worked her ass off to make sure he came home well and to a suitable house, made dinner and ate alone afterwards when he was too drunk off his ass or fucking some whore to come home?

She sighed, and turned her ring around her fourth finger, a habit she had picked up on from their time together. Before she found out he was a unfaithful, lying, cheating bastard.

Elizabeth, Elaine, Meliodas, even Ban always insisted that she deserved better. That she should just leave him and that she'd be better off without him. She would always roll her eyes and defend him, saying that he was just fine for her and that's they'd work through whatever they were going through. Especially...King. She smiled sadly at the thought of her closest friend. He had always supported her through anything and even though she knew he didn't like the relationship, he always kept his mouth shut and helped her work through it.

Suddenly, a deep, burning anger surged through her. How much did she do for Howzer? How much did she put her friends through her drama just because she was too stubborn to admit her relationship was failing? How much had she had to bite her tongue around him or refrain from just screaming at him in general?

She growled and sprang up from the bed. No. She was done with this. Once and for all, she was done. She didn't know why this feeling had come over her, but it did. She started walking around the house, grabbing everything he owned. All his clothes, beauty products, his hair care products, his collections and trinkets. She grabbed it all and stuffed it into a case. He was never home anymore anyway. What was the point of him living here and living off of her?

Just as she was about to buckle it closed, something glittered on her hand that caught her attention. Her ring. Just a simple gold band, but at the time, it had meant so much to her. Now, it just added fuel to the fire. She ripped it off her finger and threw it into the case, and slammed it closed. She ran out of her bedroom, case in tow, and stopped at the stairs. Why should she treat his things with care when he didn't even care for her?

She smirked and opened the front door, which was in front of the stairs a little space away. She then ran back up the stairs and, with the strength of a giant, (her friend always said she had incredible strength and compared her to a giant. Weird, but she accepted it.) pushed the case down and stairs. It tumbled and rolled down the stairs and out the door, rolling god-knows where. She grinned at the feeling of self empowerment and looked around, trying to find ways to burn her energy.

She got an idea suddenly, and grabbed her car keys, and ran out the door, slamming it behind her. It was a hot summer day outside, barely a breeze. 'Perfect' She thought. She ran to her car and hopped in, popping the top down from her convertible. She then took off speeding through the streets. So what if she got a ticket?

She always loved the feeling of the wind, when going at really fast speeds. That is partially why she became a member of her track team, since she could walk. She cheered as she throw her hands up in the air, driving with her knees on the steering wheel. She leaned back in her seat and put her sunglasses on, driving with both hands again.

Suddenly, she had the feeling to do something crazy. Something she might regret later, but she didn't care. She was a new woman, a free woman, and she was going to do it! Finally having a destination in mind, she pressed the gas as much as she could and sped off in the direction of the nearby river.

She giggled and sang along to the radio in the car, whatever cheesy pop song was playing. She didn't care, she just sang. Finally, she approached the river with the giant bridges. Each one of them more then five feet of thick concrete. She grinned as she spun off road, dodging pedestrians and random things here and there. Finally, she aimed the car and pressed hard down on the gas pedal. She grinned as she, at the last second, jumped out of her car and rolled on the ground, getting up just in time to see her car com-bust and go up in flames, ramming into the concrete pillar.

She laughed and spun around, one of the most genuine laughs she'd had in a long time. It felt good.

She grabbed a used up spray paint can from the ground near her, since bridges were popular graffiti spots and shook it up. It was a nice shade of orange-yellow, and she spray painted her name, dotting the I with an x, and then throwing the can into the fire.

She sighed and began to walk away, as to not get caught or make a bigger scene then what was already forming. As she was walking away, through the downtown area, she passed by the pub what her ex-fiance went to often. She grinned and stepped inside, spotting him laughing loudly near the bar. He had about five girls surrounding him, clinging to him and giggling at every letter of a word he said. She grinned and walked behind him, spinning him around in his seat. Time for a little revenge.

She grinned cutely and sat in his lap, taking delight in how his eyes widened and how the girls around him all glared at her.

She giggled and poked his nose. "Hey babe. Weird catching you here, huh?"

Her response was just silence before Howzer snapped out of it, looking Diane up and down with hungry eyes. "Hey girl. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home?" Diane pretended to think and nodded, still smiling. "You're right! Oh, silly me. But I just had to do something, I couldn't wait until you came home." She lowered her eyelids halfway and smiled seductively. Instantly, he fell right into her trap and did the same. "Oh? What is that, babe?"

"Close your eyes."

He closed them.

"Hold your hands out."

He peeked an eye open, looking at her questioningly but nodded, going along with It anyway.

She suddenly grabbed his hand and snatched his ring off. He quickly opened his eyes, startled, and looked at her confused.

Before he could say a word though, she balled her fist and punched him in his man parts, as hard as she possibly could. His eyes squeezed shut and his hands shot straight to his area, clutching it and crying in pain.

Diane smiled and threw him off the stool, grinning when she put a foot on his chest. She waited until he looked her in the eyes. She didn't say a word as she spat on his face and walked out of the bar, ring in hand. She could probably get some good money for this, after all.

She sighed and walked down the street, making her trek back to her house. It was a long trek, sadly, because she had crashed her car.

In a span of a couple hours, she had managed to destroy her car, relationship, and half of her rent income (when he actually DID work, which he rarely did. Therefore, she wasn't missing much she couldn't handle herself.) Despite it all, she smiled and sighed to herself.

She didn't care. She loved it.