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petitesmafia · 23 days
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was thinking how maybe it’s a good thing Sigma didn’t wake up and spill the deets about Fyodor’s past bc I just know Chuuya’s grumpy tired ass would’ve had a field day. just like
Sigma: i believe Fyodor is at least a few centuries old— Chuuya: DAMN Sigma: Chuuya: sorry. continue
Dazai: he's older than i thought... Chuuya: prehistoric even. that old fucker Sigma: Chuuya: my bad. continue
Sigma: he was captured by Bram Chuuya: who's that Sigma: the vampire king Chuuya: don't vampires like blood? why'd they want that anemic jackass Sigma: Chuuya: sorry. just curious
Dazai, muttering to himself: immortality? what could Fyodor be... Chuuya: a fossil Chuuya: but now that we killed him. fossil fuel Dazai: can u give it a rest i'm trying to think
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sayosweeti · 3 months
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The timelapse! Mild flash warning, fill tool shenanigans
Cw for: Blood, Knife, Cussing, cartoony scars
credit for the text under the cut!
Final image!
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cranberrytea451 · 7 months
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Sansxyouweek Day 3: fun puns
@sansxyouweek @htsan
“ blowing smoke up the ass” is an idiom, it means to make an “insincere complement” or to “flatter” someone.
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Mike: "Oh shit, Sunny has a cut on her hea-why are you walking towards the deepslate, Tubbo? Why are you taking out your pickaxe-put the pickaxe away, Tubbo-PUT THE PICKAXE AWAY-"
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annahxredaxted · 3 months
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Heyo idk if your requests are opened, but if possible can you write a one shot of Milo and sweetheart when sweetheart is non verbal after a bad day, and they can't talk to show him a wound they got on the job? Thanks!!
oh my goodness nobody ever requests stuff so this made me super excited! so of courseeee. also just so everyone knows my request are always open unless explicitly stated (:
Pairings: Milo/Sweetheart
cw: mentions of blood/gore etc. - cursing -
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sweetheart let out a loud sigh as they closed their car door. they knew inside would be tiring. milo was waiting for them.
the idea of keeping a conversation going made them almost nauseous, they debated staying in the car for a little bit. but alas they gave up and went inside.
the smell of dinner instantly flooded their nose when they opened the door. they could hear bustling in the kitchen.
sweetheart set their bag on the bench in the entryway and hung their keys on the rack. the jingle alerting milo they were home. they could hear his steady footsteps making their way toward them.
“well hey there..” he smiled and hugged them with a quick kiss on the head.
they nodded and barely whispered a “hi.” back he knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it.
he looked at them concerned, he rubbed their shoulder briefly before clearing his throat.
“why don’t you go change into some more comfortable clothes yeah? then you can come back in here for dinner. i made ya favorite.” he smiled and nudged them, trying his hardest to get a grin out of them, but nothing. they still held that drained and almost numb look.
they nodded and shrugged their jacket off before hanging it up and walked to their shared room, not a word uttered.
sweetheart trudged into their closet, grabbing a pair of shorts and a dark green crewneck, that just so happened to be milo’s.
they splashed their face for a minute before blindly feeling for a towel with their eyes clenched shut. they dried their face with a tired sigh. it was only 6pm and that was a bit early to go to bed at the excuse of being tired.
as they walked they felt a painful sensation on their waist, they remembered being burned by some crazed and drunk fire elemental, but they barley thought it was a singe, so they ignored it.
milo noticed them come back into the kitchen he smiled and handed them a mug of tea, their favorite kind they usually drank when they came home.
“you hungry?” he asked softly, his hand on the side of their thigh and began trailing up, resting on their waist, they flinched at the sting, which had milo every shade of confused.
he looked very concerned and they didn’t say anything.
“sweetheart? are you alright?” he asked, their eyes getting watery from pain and tiredness. they shrugged weakly not being able to formulate the right words.
sweetheart began to pick at their thumbnail, part of it already red from a nervous habit they’d partaken in for a while.
“hey.. it’s alright, what’s going on?” milo whispered again, his head closer to their ear now. they still said nothing. they avoided his gaze, looking to the side of him instead of at him.
he led them to the couch to try to make them feel more relaxed, his heart aches for them, even if it wasn’t his fault he hated the idea that they were in pain or uncomfortable.
“you don’t have to answer our loud you can just nod or shake your head okay?” after a moment they nodded very subtly, sinking into the back of the couch, biting the collar of their sweatshirt.
“was it jett?” he asked, knowing jett pissed them off constantly. they shook their head.
“traffic? or just having to go to work in general?” he mumbled, his hand stroking their hair, they shrugged. that was definitely a part of it.
“did something.. bad happen today?” he asked a little more concerned. his hand rested on their shoulder and subconsciously went down to their waist again.
sweetheart winced loudly again, their face red and sweaty. milo immediately moved his hand away. he noticed that they only did that when his hand was there.
“can i look?” he asked holding the bottom of their sweatshirt, waiting for permission to tug it upward. they nodded, shivering.
he slowly and carefully pulled it up, revealing a burn mark the size of a small fist, red and oozy, it looked as it if started to scab up but the rest was raw and their were hints of dried blood around it. it looked.. painful, raw, gross.. those were all words floating around in milo’s head and he chose to say none of them.
“holy shit.. fuck sweetheart..” he whispered and they didn’t say anything.
they clenched their jaw as milo’s fingers softly circles around it, testing it’s limits of pain.
“does that hurt when i do that?” they shook their head. he was relieved he wasn’t contributing to the pain, but he still felt horrible for his poor poor sweetheart.
“why didn’t you tell me about this earlier..?” he said in a whisper. the question felt almost rhetorical because he knew they wouldn’t answer.
he immediately stood up, making his way to the first aid kit, bandage wraps and Neosporin, on his way back he grabbed a rag and a ice water.
he returned to the couch and sat in front of them on the ottoman, setting everything down. he gave them some water and kept the rag near them for something to bite down on.
milo ushered them closer, a warm but steady essence to him. he smiled briefly at them before clearing his throat.
“can i take your shirt off?” he asked quietly, they seemed almost scared. he knew this would probably hurt, and he sure as hell knew they knew that too.
they nodded reluctantly, and began pulling it over their head with some struggle, he helped them, his hands under the collar to keep it from hurting and he pulled it off with ease.
they sat there waiting as he grabbed an antibacterial wipe and slowly brought it next to the burn. before he began he handed them the towel to bite down on.
“this is probably gonna hurt.. i’m sorry baby, it won’t last long..” he whispered before kissing their head.
they whimpered and bit the towel, their head rested on milo’s shoulder, their body shook and he tried to calm them.
he slowly wiped the wound, he could hear them crying from exhaustion and pain. it hurt him to hear and see the love of his life in this state.
they quivered under his touch, the pain almost unbearable. he shushed them with warm words.
“i know baby i know..” he mumbled before finishing. he threw the wipe away, grabbing Neosporin and rubbing it on the wound, a smaller sting but still definitely sting.
they winced, arms shaking as they tried to regulate their breathing.
it was finally time to wrap the wound and they couldn’t be more relieved, milo sat them up straight, and even he was upset they had to pull away from his comfort.
milo placed the end of the bandage on the opposite side and wrapped it twice around their torso, sealing it tight but not tight enough to hurt them more.
they sighed with shaky breath before milo pulled their sweatshirt back over them, giving them a kiss on the forehead. he brought the water to their lips making them drink a little before clearing his throat.
“there.. good as new ehh?” he joked lightly, kissing their cheek. sweetheart wiped their lips of any excess water, their eyes drooped and they look exhausted.
milo smiled down at them, pulling them to their feet and kissing their head again.
“i think it’s sleepy time yeah?” he asked with a grin, they nodded barley before he picked them up, startling them but they were quickly brought to ease. they wrapped their legs around his torso and their hands around his neck, their head rested on his shoulder.
they let out a big yawn as he began walking he chuckled slightly, his smile turning into a frown when he began thinking of everything that had happened today.
why had they not just told him? did they not trust him? did he do something for them to feel that way..?
he spiraled but was knocked out of it when he felt their hand snake it’s way up to his hair, digging into hair and softly scratching his scalp. almost as an action of gratitude.
milo knew and respected that they weren’t the best with words, their love language wasn’t necessarily words of affirmation but they definitely didn’t struggle in that arena. but they were also definitely better with actions, and/or gift giving.
like sometimes they’d briefly rub him on the back when he seemed down, or they’d buy him something for the simple reason it reminded them of him. they’d give him endless massages, or if they knew he had a long work day they would run him a bath.
all of that to say he appreciates them, but there are definitely times he wished they were a little more verbally open with him. he would never judge them for struggling with that, but he wishes he could help them get more comfortable, and confident in oder to confide in him for things like this.
milo arrived to their shared bedroom, he gently laid them down, the light was already off and the second their head hit the cold pillow they were knocked out, it was a little chilly in there so he might have thrown in an extra blanket. they seemed relaxed and at ease and it made his heart happy to see them like that.
he leaned down to kiss their head and they shifted, slightly waking up. they fluttered their eyes, looking up at him.
sweetheart half smiled, pained but genuine. they pulled his head closer to theirs and placed a feather light kiss on his cheek.
“i love you milo..” they whispered, barley coherent, but he heard them.
“i love you to baby.. now go to sleep yeah?” they nodded and let go of his face, rolling back over and snuggling soundly into the blankets.
milo loves his sweetheart.
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a/n: y’all this took longer than necessary. IT KEPT DELETING PARAGRAPHS AND SHIT. but anyways it’s here now. thanks for the request anon! mwah!😘
(also just a debrief of all the feeling i felt writing this- this made me so sad but so comforting because it really shows a side of sweetheart we don’t see. like we know sassy sticks up for ppl and themselves but letting them just be a little tired and not want to talk and be all of these things was so nice and milo is just so understanding of all of it and it makes me so so happy. that’s all. )
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g1rlr0b1n · 9 months
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Fuck them Bats!
...literally, the Supers deserve it.
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keytaleaskus · 20 days
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linguistwho · 11 months
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Word of the Day - Day 1610: Damn
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jackpot-library · 1 month
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entirely self-indulgent, bear with me.
prime evils + rakanoth with a s/o who's blitz angry and how'd they react/comfort them.
cw: mentions of wanting to physically abuse/harm, cheating (dammit azmodan), cussing/curse words, manipulation, mentions of violence.
Mephisto:
Could sense that hatred from miles away. He'll relish in it, but alas, a portion of his dead heart remains caring so he'll see what troubles his beloved.
Terrible at calming them down, let's be real. 100% encourages them to act on these feelings and deal everyone a merciless hand.
If his lover is more the type to go absolutely ballistic instead of refining their hatred into a weapon though, then he's gonna struggle.
Backfires when they turn around and start giving him shit.
Torn between fucking irritated and radiating with pride.
Arguments ensue because his spouse ain't gonna tolerate his shit today. This then goes on for at least a week of back and forth yelling, but at least his spouse calmed down a little bit. Yay?
Diablo:
Aw shit, their they go again.
Some fucking how the most "sane" of his three brothers, what the hell?
Patient mfer. Can sit through a trillion rants and then some.
Along the way he does, admittedly, ponder the idea of utilizing this anger for his own musings. Would make several convoluted plans on how to use this rage his spouse has demonstrated and does a lot of set up to make sure these plans come to fruition; he's here for the long game, man.
Surprisingly good with comfort. Very good with his words, but it's more the saying of what you want to hear rather than what you need to hear.
Tires them out before lulling them into a pleasant, nightmare-free dream.
He's got some plans to work on.
Baal:
Pretty much like Mephisto in the fact he's terrible at calming his spouse down (but isn't like him by the fact his spouse won't make him sleep on the couch).
Encourages them to use this anger to annihilate their enemies and smite those that dare oppose them. Don't worry, he's got their back through all of this.
The "you're doing great sweetie" meme every time his love fucks someone up.
Proceeds to hand them a never ending pile of weaponry, but if his love decides to use their bare-fists instead, heart eyes mfer.
Literally to Baal, it's just him spending some much needed quality time with his beloved and bonding over destruction. It's their honeymoon all over again.
Belial:
What troubles you? … Oh.
Ngl he's probably the one that pissed off his spouse because of how frequently he is up to some bullshit that inadvertently drags his spouse into whatever scheme he has going on.
He can't even lie properly like Diablo since his spouse is so used to him lying that they're always on guard over what he says (there's a lot of trust issues with this relationship).
Probably just lets them brood or go off on their own to let out all the steam. Anything his says would likely just escalate the already terrible situation, even if he believes he does want to make right.
When they're gone though, he fucking spirals hard. Lots of self-doubts and all that wondering if he even does care for his spouse in a romantic sense.
Sweeps all of these problems under the rug once his love comes back and he's able to continue to live in his grand delusion. He loves his spouse. He does, right?
Duriel:
Emotionally constipated because he's so high off of physical torment that he's often blinded to whatever is happening in reality.
Oh, you're angry? Then by all means, stab him!
Becomes the personal punching bag of his spouse and he loves it. Gives them all sorts of torture tools and tells them to hold nothing back; best way to let out all that anger is to resort to violent tendencies to both the willing and unwilling.
Kinda disappointed when they're all puckered out, but he shrugs it off. Would pat his beloved on their head, cooing down at them at how lovely it was to see them in such a feral state.
Entertains the idea of having his spouse cave to their rage so that they may inflict more pain, then dismisses it. Maybe another day.
Hates physical affection to the T but decides to spoil his lover in this rare moment as a reward.
Andariel:
Stuck between absolutely consuming their emotional turmoil or setting aside her own personal pleasures to help her spouse.
Decides to convert their anger into a more "pleasant" emotion, that being of depression and agony.
She does it because 1) it's more of a delectable feast for her and 2) is a control freak, so having her S/O rely upon her as she feeds their intrusive thoughts of poison while comforting them is the best thing she could possibly ask for. And I mean, she technically is helping them out; Andariel achieved the best of both worlds! (spamming F to doubt).
Ties with Diablo for being the most manipulative of the Prime Evils (Mephisto doesn't count because of how badly he failed).
Afterwards, she'd probably go thank whoever pissed off her lover by maiming them to pieces and throwing them in her realm of Anguish. To be honest, it's kinda a mix of both thankful and absolutely despising their guts. In a twisted way, she still cares for her spouse.
Azmodan:
Brushes them off at first and has one of his Sin Lieutenants deal with them. That does not work out with his spouse and make them even more pissed off that Azmodan lacks any gall to deal with this situation himself.
That is such a bad insult that Azmodan ends up confronting them and, like Mephisto, dissolves into huge arguments that'll last for days.
Would need to catch some air away from his beloved for a while. Gets it on with Cydaea probably. Asshole.
His lover finds out and yeah, ouch. This sparks a lot more hatred to fly about to the point where the rest of his Sin Lieutenants get involved; split down the middle, either side began to develop ill-will for the other. Notably though, Wrath was the one who took S/O's side in this little scuffle.
S/O eventually does leave Azmodan, which pisses him off to no end. How dare you! And the fact that some of his own Lieutenants went off with them is just flat out insulting.
Veeeery much wants to hurt them, but refrains from it. Perhaps he can tempt them with other means.
It does end up working. His spouse came back to him and Azmodan, in all of his arrogance, mocks them for it.
Strangely though, a part of him does feel remorse for what he's done, it's just very twisted by how much of an ass he is. Makes promises, but most are hollow. How did his lover get with him again?
Rakanoth:
Felt that strong emotion from miles away. It might portray itself as anger, but Rakanoth knows that lying beneath it's waters is the essence of despair.
Like Andariel, he absolutely relishes this bout of extreme temperament; it's quite sweet and something he'll savor.
Unlike Andariel, I don't see him being as manipulative as she is though. Torn between genuinely helping or just allowing his lover to wither away and he can drink in their despair; surprisingly chooses to help.
Sucks at helping though. He's the pragmatic type (at least, that's how I imagine him) so comfort is a far off dream concept to him.
Does he try? Yeah. Does it fail horribly because what he says is easily misinterpreted? Also yeah.
Ends up giving up with words and uses his actions to show his support. Want some cuddles?
Cuddles ensue. However he firmly keeps his arms tucked away behind his back because the last thing he needs to happen is for his spouse to get shish kebab'd by those arm blades of his.
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iwanttobepersephone · 5 months
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I know I avoid cursing as much as possible on this blog but I saw this on pinterest while looking for a good base to use for my Nightly Rangers Apprentice Meme™️ and I just HAD to
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Anyways gn y'all don't pull a Crowley
Or a Will
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xchoco-mixturex · 2 years
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"That angry blond kid?"
Darius heart and mind when he heard that: *click on link to have bg music* THATS MY ANGRY BLOND KID-- WHAT THE HELL is my kid in that psychos mind--?!
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call-me-strega · 1 month
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Y’all can we work on minimizing toxic fandom culture. That shit is starting piss me off.
Bitches be like:
“That’s not what happened in canon” or “canon didn’t explore that avenue of thought so your stupid for considering it”
and “that character you like sucks bc their a flawed person” or “that character deserves bad thing that happened to them bc I don’t like one specific character trait the have”
and “Regardless of context this character must be a horrible person bc they were mad at/mean to another character that one time”
And I’ll be like:
“Do I look like I give a shit??? Bitch????”
I couldn’t give less of a fuck abt your complaints bc this is literally what fandoms are for. Yes fanon can get problematic at times but it’s not a bad thing to like a “problematic” character or explore something canon doesn’t address/glosses over.
So sit your ass down you trick ass bitch, you’re not gaining anything from police ppl.
My biggest advice: Don’t like it? Don’t engage.
Move on with your damn life instead of ruining things for other ppl.
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*Muffled; from the back of the shop*
NO I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING RADIOACTIVE STICKS YOU PIECE OF SHIT. I FEAR I MAY HAVE TO DEACTIVATE YOU, YOU USELESS TREE ARM.
*SLAM*
Ah! a customer. How can I help you?
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ghostlygoodtimes · 2 months
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" If I hear anyone even MENTION ANYTHING... about 'pillows' again... I swear to Rosalina, I'm going to revive and kill myself on Toadstool's doorstep. Just for all of the Toads, and baby Toads- TO SEE- "
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So my boyfriend and I came out to my my team years ago and they supported. There was a new guy who is very homophobic and made comments about my relationship and I was wondering if you could write something like that but obviously you don't have to I was just wondering.NO PRESSURE. Seriously you don't have to write it
hey babes! first of all i just wanted to say sorry for that prick there's always gotta be someone who can't let others enjoy their happiness but i hope things are better now or getting there. there was so stress or anything i promise so don't worry at all. <3
trigger warnings: homophobia / cursing
Sirius and Remus had been out for a year when they got a new teammate on the Gryffindor Lions. Normally this would be no problem, new teammates were typically nervous and quiet at first so they could watch the team and try to see where they fit best.
But Beau was different. He was brash, sarcastic, and all around rude. He would make rude remarks constantly and it caused immediate tension in the locker room.
It only took a week before it reached a breaking point. Thomas was the first to say something.
Sirius and Remus had just walked in, smiles on both of their faces as Remus leaned closer to hear something Sirius was saying. Thomas smiled at them before turning when he felt something bump his arm to see his new teammate smirking at him. "How often do you get annoyed with them? I feel like it's barely been a week and I'm already tired of their PDA." Beau scoffed like he'd said something funny.
Everyone within hearing distance went quiet.
"What did you just say?" Thomas said. His face having quickly lost all warmth. Beau scoffed. "You can't tell me you are actually comfortable with that in the locker room? They're in here while you're changing. I know your team gets a lot of publicity and you have to act like it's fine but we're teammates now. You don't have to pretend off camera."
Thomas was about three seconds away from decking him. He straightened and glared down at their new teammate. "I'm giving you three seconds to take that right the fuck back."
Beau laughed before looking at the guys around them. They had drawn the attention of Dumo, Winter, and Knut who were all staring at Beau with varying expressions of anger.
Beau laughter died off and a confused look fell over his face.
Dumo spoke up, his voice calm but his face giving away how upset he was. "I don't know where you got that idea but on this team we love and support each other no matter what. You need to either accept that or think about talking to your management about switching teams."
Remus appeared next to Leo with a falsely cheerful smile. "What are we talking about?" Sirius was standing next to him, his face set into his interview face. Cold and shut off. There was a bigger group now. Logan and Finn were standing next to Dumo.
Beau looked around at their faces anxiously, shifting his weight from side to side. "It- I was just-" Leo cut him off, his voice seemingly kind to everyone who didn't know him.
"He was just learning some ground rules for being on the team." Remus nodded and looked around the team. "Okay, well I think that's enough ground rules for the day, as long as the newbie understood them?"
The entire team turned their heads toward Beau who had long ago averted his eyes to the floor. He remained silent.
Sirius stepped up, "Was that understood?" Beau jolted slightly, obviously having not expected Sirius to talk to him. "Yes, captain."
Sirius nodded and cracked a false smile. "Good. Now, everyone better be on the ice in five minutes." As soon as the words came out of his mouth everyone started dispersing. Talker still glaring daggers and Logan mumbling angrily under his breath. Dumo watched Beau scamper off before turning to the boys. "If anything like that happens again you tell me, alright?" Remus nodded gratefully.
Sirius and Remus hung back until the locker room was more or less deserted. Remus walked up to Sirius until he was close enough to rest their foreheads together. "You okay?" He asked quietly.
Sirius let out a small huff before closing his eyes and leaning a bit more into Remus. "Fucking homophobes." Remus stuttered out an unexpected laugh and leaned down to kiss Sirius gently.
"Fucking homophobes."
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stormy-my-beloved · 3 months
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Parody from my most recent poll.
"WAKE UP EVERYONE IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!" Jay shouted in the monastery. It was December 19, and Jay wanted to see if anybody believed that it was really Christmas Day. He changed all the timers and clocks to make it seem like it was Christmas.
Lloyd rolled over in his bed and groan as he woke up. He heard Jay yell. “What?” Lloyd mumbled as he sleepily opened his eyes. "Lloyd it's Christmas!! Get up!!" Jay shook Lloyd awake. Lloyd sighed and rolled back over in his bed. “Go away Jay.” He muttered.
Jay dragged Lloyd out of bed, Allison stood in her doorway. "Shattup Jay, it's not even close to Christma-" she checked her phone, sure enough it said December 25 on it. She stared at Jay, "What did you do you little shit?" Lloyd rolled his eyes and slowly got out of bed. “Great, you ruined my sleep Jay.” He said half awake. He looked at Allison, “What are you talking about? Is today….” He was still half asleep.
Allison pointed at Jay, "That little shit messed with my phone!!" Lloyd looked over at Jay, “Really Jay, did you mess with Allison’s phone?” He asked in a tired voice. Allison stormed to Cole's door, "Cole get the hell up!! We're gonna beat the living shit out of Jay!!"
Cole peeked out from behind his pillow. “Huh? Why do you need me? What is it Jay did now? Can’t you just leave me alone? I need to sleep.” Cole whined half asleep. Allison gave a death stare at him, their eyes narrowed.
Once Cole felt Allison’s piercing gaze, he slowly got up from under his blankets. “Ugh. Alright, I’m up.” He said while stretching his arms. Allison grabbed the nearest shoe, really to beat the crap out of Jay.Cole saw her grab the shoe and walked up to Allison to stop her. "Woah, hey, calm down, no need to hit Jay with a shoe." He said, trying to take the shoe from her. Allison then grabbed her prosthetic leg. "Ohoho this'll be fun."
"Okay, really? A prosthetic leg? That's just overkill, what'd Jay even do to make you this mad?" Cole laughed a little. "Hm let me think about it. Changed everyone's alarms, changed the clocks and calendars, and woke everyone up because of this harmless prank. " She chuckles with a hint of mischief.
Cole laughed. “Really? Are you actually getting mad at Jay over this? It really seems like you are.” He sighed, “Look, he meant no harm, and it is Christmas so maybe you should treat this as an early Christmas surprise.” "Thanks for the wonderful idea of myself beating the absolute crap out of Jay. You deserve an award." She said trying to be sarcastic.
Cole rolled his eyes. "If it makes you feel better, you can beat Jay up with your prosthetic leg if you want. Just don't go too far, okay?" "Thank you for acknowledging my wish of beating a small child that has overtook my existence. I'll be right back." She said. “Wait hold u- actually no, go ahead, just make sure you come back soon.” Cole sighed as he sat down and watched Allison storm off.
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