#An elderly cat woman that's kinda extremely mean

[bagsofbones63]

The Boar and the Blanket

This story is a continuation of The Boar and the Bat that takes place several hours after the events of the first story. I had a lot of fun writing it and hope to expand more on the two OCs in the future.

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Three things shot to the forefront of Avalanche’s mind when he woke. First his left eye seemed unscathed from the match and was able to take in the flickering of the wrestling clinic’s shoddy ceiling lights quite well. Second, his body from head to toe felt like shit. His left eye and the back of his head being the two major culprits in the shittiness he felt. Third, he was freezing cold. A look down revealed that he was still dawning only his not so insulating wrestling trunks. “I get this place sucks but they couldn’t even spare a blanket for me?” He whined.

He heard a chair scrape across the floor as if in response to his complaints. The sound of heels on the hard floor followed. “Crud,” he thought. “Nana Taylor’s here.” Nana Taylor was one of two physicians at the wrestling arena’s in-house clinic. The wrestlers lovingly dubbed the small feline Nana Taylor for her graying fur, sagging skin, and ever so loving and ever present scowl. If there was a contest for who was the most judgmental person in a nursing home she’d surely win it. The sounds of heels were replaced with the swishing of a curtain as the hag revealed herself.

“Nana Taylor!” Avalanche exclaimed with forced enthusiasm. “It’s so nice to see you”

“Sit up before you speak to me,” she snarled. 

Knowing it was best not to argue with her, he powered through the paint and fulfilled her request with only a few moans of discomfort.

“Quit whining Warren,” she snapped. “There are more important problems than a big boar like you getting hurt in a tussle.” She clicked her tongue before continuing, “You don’t need a blanket anyway, you have more than enough blubber to survive the winter let alone a cold room.”

“There’s muscle there too!” He countered. 

“I’ve seen babies with more!”

Warren let out a defeated sigh, arguing with Nana Taylor would only be an exercise of futility.

“So what’re the issues with all this,” He said while gesturing towards his whole body.

Nana Taylor numbered her fingers as she listed his conditions, “Bruising across the body, several scrapes that needed sterilized, a laceration across the left eye requiring stitches, you’re welcome by the way, head trauma to the back of the skull resulting in a concussion, a wounded sense of pride, a lack of gratefulness towards your doctor, the inability to prevent yourself from whining, a lack of general decorum, need I continue?” The daggers in her eyes told him how to answer.

“No, no…no,” he let out with dejection. “I got the point.” 

“Good,” she responded with false glee. “Going on to treatment, first, we need you to stay the night here so we can monitor your concussion.” She paused in anticipation for a complaint. She let out a small satisfied smirk when she didn't receive any. “After that, the lucky boar gets two weeks paid medical leave to rest and recuperate at home before he throws himself into another injury and another visit to his favorite doctor.” She ended the sentence with blunt sarcasm. “Any questions?”

Warren opened his mouth to speak.

“No? Great!” she clapped her hands together, putting a pin on the conversation. “Anyways, I’m off to my office to get some rest,” she said while walking out of his line of sight. “Notify me if you or your roommate decide to start dying in your sleep. But please, try not to. I've been told I’m a bit rude when I get woken up early.”

“Wait, roommate?!?” Warren shouted. A door slammed and the lights dimmed in response.

Exasperated with the lack of answer, he threw a palm to his head without thinking. The piercing pain and grimace that followed combined to create a feeling of stupidity in the boar. “I hate doctors,” he whined openly.  As if in response, the sounds of bedsprings stretching came from his left. He turned his head to the noise and asked through the curtain, “How about you roomie? You having the time of your life too?” A thud followed by the sound of footsteps responded. They were followed by the swish of the curtain as his roommate revealed himself. Standing there was the bat wrestler El Vacio donning his black tights and white wrestling briefs combo. Atop his shoulder rested the most wondrous item Warren had ever coveted, a blanket.

Several thoughts made a mad dash in Warren’s mind. “What is he doing here? Did I actually hurt him that bad? I need that blanket.” Before the boar could act on any of his thoughts, Vacio made his move. The bat took a step closer so that he was right at the edge of Warren’s bed and brought his face close to Warren’s eyes. Warren was taken aback with how his enemy’s eyes were now a dim and serene green, a contrast to the fiery red he saw before being knocked out. The bat’s eyes started to shift, their luminescence grew in intensity and the color changed from green to an electric blue. Warren felt he could lose himself in Vacio’s eyes if he stared too long. The display was cut short as Vacio quickly pulled back and shoved the blanket into the boar’s face, aggravating his head injury. The pain brought Warren’s anger at the bat to the forefront of his mind. He pulled the blanket off his head and shot a side eye at the bat. “I’m not thanking you,” he spat out. He pointed to his stitched eye. “A blanket isn’t going to make this go away.” The bat reacted by lowering his head and taking a step back. Warren threw an accusing finger at Vacio. “Now I suggest we both go to sleep and agree to never have our agents let us get matched again, that sound like a plan to you?” The bat remained still. Warren snorted at the lack of an answer. He wrapped himself in the blanket and turned his back to the bat before laying down. The bat stood for several more seconds before slinking his way back into his blanket-less bed. The duo went to sleep discontented.

Chatter Chatter Chatter

An inkling of Warren’s consciousness appeared before fading away.

Rattle Rattle Rattle

“Five more minutes,” he whispered.

Chatter Chatter Chatter

The boar almost fell out of the foreign bed as he reached for an alarm clock that wasn’t there. The near fall gave him a burst of energy, like an early morning triple shot espresso. He sat up and brought a paw to his head. The stabbing pain of earlier had faded into a dull barrage of pinpricks. “At least it didn’t get worse,” he thought. 

Rattle Rattle Rattle

Warren flashed a look at the noise. It was emanating from the small shivering mass atop of El Vacio’s bed.

“Serves him right for almost blinding me during our match,” he thought. He wanted to ignore the bat, tuck himself back into his bed, and sleep the rest of the night away. But, a feeling of guilt ate at his insides. He was never one to enjoy another’s suffering. If someone in the room had to freeze in the night he’d rather it be himself than Vacio. Warren rose from his bed, blanket in hand, and tiptoed to the bat’s bed. He looked down at him. Vacio was lying knees to chest in a fetal position. Intermittent tremors racked his body. A chattering sound was coming from his bone mask, or was it his face, Warren still couldn’t decide. Before he could second guess himself, he placed the blanket on the bat. He watched as the tremors subsided and the rattling came to a silence. Content with his humanitarian work, Warren tiptoed back to his bed and began to lay down. He had barely even closed his eyes before he was hit with a familiar soft object. It was the blanket. Warren shot a look of anger at the bat who was now standing next to his bed. With an exasperated grunt Warren got out of bed and stared the bat down. He took the blanket and thrusted it into Vacio’s chest. 

“You need it more, ” he whispered with thinly veiled annoyance. “Now go to sleep.”  The bat’s eyes turned a dull red as he shoved the blanket back into the boar’s hands. They repeated the same song and dance several times before Warren decided to end the time loop.

“Listen!” Warren spat out. “I’m not going to sleep unless I know you’re warm so this game you’re playing,” he poked the bat’s chest for emphasis, “is pointless.” 

The red in the bat’s eyes grew in intensity before dissipating and reforming into an electric blue. He shoved the blanket into the boar’s hands before hopping onto the foot of Warren’s bed and adopting a criss-cross sitting position. 

“What are you doing?” Warren grumbled. 

The bat responded by pointing at the annoyed boar before moving his hand to point at the opposite side of the bed. Warren let out a long sigh before following the bat’s directions. He sat opposite of Vacio in a similar criss-cross manner with the blanket atop his lap.

“Now what?”

The bat poked the blanket before miming throwing it behind him and spreading his arms.

“Like…like a cape?” The confusion was obvious in Warren’s voice. 

The bat shook his head yes. The boar shook his head in disbelief before following Vacio’s instructions. He sat there, arms outstretched like a bird trying to attract a mate, the blanket acting as artificial plumage. Vacio rose to a standing position on the bed before turning around.

“What are y-” Warren lost the ability to speak as the bat plopped himself onto the boar’s lap. Magma rose to the surface of Warren’s face. A jackhammer whirled to life in his chest as his heart rate rose. His brain froze. 

“I-Va-wha-” He stammered as the bat grabbed the boar’s arms and wrapped them around himself, encasing them both in the confines of the blanket. A feeling masquerading as nausea appeared in Warren’s stomach. It clawed to his chest before urging his heart to move. In reaction, his heart produced unexplainable music. The percussion of the drum that was his heart sent a vibration through his body. The harmonic notes overpowered all other sounds, including his voice of reason. He hugged the bat tighter. Warren could feel a similar beat from the bat’s heart as their bodies drew closer. The symphony created by the two hearts sent an electric feeling through Warren’s body. He wondered if Vacio felt it too. He wanted Vacio to feel it too. He had to feel it too. The feeling remained as the two sat there silently listening to the music of their hearts. Even as sleep overtook them the feeling remained. That feeling will always remain.

#boar #furry #story #wrestling #bat #An elderly cat woman that's kinda extremely mean #Enemies to lovers #smol bat #Beefy boar #I still don't exactly know what to put down for tags #Warren #Avalanche #Vacio #novice writer #I'm thinking of doing another story from the perspective of Vacio that takes place after this one before starting to space events out more

[miraculousares]

Reflexes

A quick fic inspired by this gif set

Over the last three years of being Ladybug, Marinette had changed in several ways. The two most notable to those around her were both physical. One, she was buff. Like, she could beat Kim at wrestling kind of buff. When she wore bikinis to the beach with her friends, they'd all stare at her abs for a moment. Alya constantly asked her how she had gotten so ripped but never got a straight answer. It's not like Marinette could exactly say that she had gotten strong by fighting villains all day.

The other thing that had become most noticeable was her fighting skills. Few of her friends ever witnessed anything as fighting wasn't a super common civilian issue, but Alya saw her take down a mugger with one hand. Nobody really believed her when she told people about it - "Oh, sweet little Marinette couldn't hurt a fly," they often said - but she still made a note not to startle her or get on her bad side.

One of the most problematic changes that she'd made, though, was her fighting instincts. While it came in handy during fights with akumas, she often found herself judo-flipping her partner, Chat Noir, when he snuck up on her. The worst part was that he never learned to give her some warning, so it wasn't an uncommon occurrence to accidentally throw her best friend off of roofs. Of course, he was always okay. Not only did he have his staff and super-agility, but he'd learned to expect it. That only made her feel more guilty.

~ o n e  d a y ~

Ladybug leaned against the chimney of one of the several rooftops of Paris. She was looking down at her yoyo's screen, catching up on some fan emails, while she waited for her partner. Suddenly, she felt the sudden presence of someone behind her, a hand reaching toward her. Instinctively, she grabbed the wrist and slammed the attacker down on the ground in front of her. She kept the arm in her grasp and put a foot on the person's chest to hold them down. The laughter that followed registered before the face did. She immediately let go and took her foot off of the blonde and held down a hand to help him up. Once he was standing again, he worked to control his laughter.

"Stupid cat, I've told you over and over again not to sneak up on me like that! You know that I react like that to being startled," she grumbled, closing up her yoyo and attaching it to her hip.

"I know, I know. But it's kinda funny," he wiped a tear from his eye.

"It won't be so funny when you dull my reflexes and I get my miraculous stolen by a villain," she retorted, pushing him playfully but sternly on the shoulder.

"My lady, you could never be dull, not even your reflexes." His eyes shone with adoration and she rolled her eyes. She had to admit that his flirtiness had gotten a lot sweeter in the past few months as they got to know each other deeper and deeper.

"Yeah, whatever, kitty. Are you ready to go on patrol?"

"With you? Always."

The two leaped from the rooftop and began scanning the streets of Paris for any akumas or citizens in need of help. They helped an elderly woman gather the groceries that had fallen through a hole in her bag and helped prevent a traffic collision. As always, they stopped by the bench where Mr. Ramier sat with his pigeons and chatted with him, bringing him comfort. The man had gone through a lot of trauma, having been akumatized over 50 times. Finally, the sun began to set and they decided to call it a night.

~

Marinette stretched and yawned, extremely tired. As soon as they'd gotten home from patrol, they got an akuma alert and had stayed up until nearly 5 am fighting.

"I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day on only two hours of sleep," Marinette commented as she messily pulled her hair into her signature pigtails.

"You've got this, Marinette! I know you can do it!" Her kwami pressed against her cheek in a hug and the girl felt energized just from the affection from the small creature.

"Thanks, Tikki," she smiled. Then she opened her bag for her to fly into and headed for school.

"Hey, girl!" Alya called from across the courtyard. She was standing near the stairs talking to Nino. Marinette managed to jog over there and greeted her friends.

"Oh man, you look terrible," Nino commented. Alya jabbed him in the side. "I mean, you seem tired. You okay, dude?"

Marinette nodded. "Yeah, the noise from the akuma last night kept me up," she fibbed.

"Oh that's right, it was right over by the bakery, wasn't it? Did you see that villain though? Hawkmoth is really stepping up his game!" Alya continued to talk about the night's battle, giving Marinette a chance to zone out for a moment since she didn't need a rundown of the battle she'd fought. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She jumped and her instincts took over. She grabbed the wrist of the person behind her before they could even tighten their grip and threw them with a slam onto the ground a few feet in front of her. Then, she processed what had just happened and who she had just thrown. She rushed over to him and offered a hand to help him up.

"Oh my god! ARE YOU SORRY? I mean- I'm okay! I mean... uh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay, Adrien?" He stood up and stared at her in shock.

"I told you! I told you she was a damn ninja! Mylene owes me $10," Alya celebrated. But neither of the pair was paying any attention to her. Marinette was too lost trying to decipher Adrien's gaze and why he had yet to let go of her hand. The bell rang and students filtered out of the courtyard and into classrooms and eventually, the two were alone.

"I- ah, Adrien?" Marinette stammered, her face still a bright red but her thoughts more clouded by confusion than romance.

"I guess your reflexes haven't dulled yet," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. Marinette paused for a second, trying to figure out why the phrase sounded so familiar before it hit her.

"It won't be so funny when you dull my reflexes and I get my miraculous stolen by a villain."

"My lady, you could never be dull, not even your reflexes."

She felt her knees give out and she fell to the ground. Adrien quickly moved to kneel down beside her. She just stared at the blonde for a while, her eyes wide and brain moving at a thousand miles per minute.

"Chat... Chat Noir?" She finally pushed the words out of her lips, though they were a struggle. It felt impossible. Adrien was so different from Chat Noir. But, when she thought about it, it all made sense. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

"It's really you, buganette," he whispered into her hair, returning the embrace.

"My kitty."

#ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #mlb #fanfic #ladynoir #adrienette #ladynoir fic #adreinette fic

[jujuawesomebeans]

So, I kinda messed up.  My last post detailed how my daughter-in-law and ghost hubby randomly made out, so I killed her off.  Well, one of the daughters of that sim recently got married.  Her twin sister attended the wedding and, after the ceremony, randomly walks up to the caterer(who is an elderly woman btw) and makes out with her.  I was like wtf.  I had also noticed npc sims randomly kissing each other around my worlds, but I just assumed it was normal weird npc stuff going on.  So I googled “sims 4 sims randomly kissing each other” and found the above.  WHOOPS.  I recently got the Eco Lifestyle pack, but wasn’t actively playing Evergreen Harbor.  So I completely forgot about the whole NAP thing.  Particularly Free Love.  Since I had brushed off the sim politics, neighborhoods were voting in Free Love all over the place.  Which is what caused the random making out shit.  So basically.......my daughter-in-law and ghost hubby were following the law when they made out.  Which means I murdered a law abiding sim. But, I still feel a bit justified in my actions.  I mean, wouldn’t anyone freak out if they saw their daughter-in-law and ghost husband making out for no reason?  Free Love or not, that hurt!  So I’m torn.  I released her spirit to the netherworld so she can never come back, so there’s nothing I can do really.  Jr.(her hubby, my son) has not remarried or even started to date.  He has decided to focus on his lifetime goal of bodybuilding.  He seems to have gotten past the hardship of becoming a widow suddenly.  His son Nolan(pictured above as a toddler with mom who is now dead thanks to me) just graduated high school, so he may be moving out.  He wants to pursue a life of extreme sports.  So Jr. might get a little depressed if that happens.  The family robot, Beep Boop, still lives at home too.  But, she is only interested in playing with the cats and cleaning up dishes.  Jr. may start dating again afterall.  We will see.  Until then, sorry n̶o̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ I killed you off Savannah for trying to steal my man.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#sims 4 stories #sims 4 legacy family #sims 4 drama #sims 4 eco lifestyle #jujuawesomebeans #awesomejujubeans

[satsuki2406]

Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers, LONG ass chapter.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, the Angry Dandelion

3-In Conclusion, This Day Was...

The light night air caressed (Y/N)’s face and swayed her hair as she calmly strolled on the street. The ride from the konbini was short, after a couple of minutes, (Y/N) reached her home’s front gate. She pushed the creaky short gate pushing her bike along her with the shopping bags and closed it behind her. She put the bike on its little corner next to the driveway and locked it. She took the two shopping bags, along with her bag and walked to the front door. Before (Y/N) could even align the key with the keyhole, the door was harshly swung open revealing a much preoccupied and almost hyperventilating woman, (E/C) eyes met an equal pair of concerned (E/C) ones.

“Oh, (Y/N)! you’re finally home!” Immediately (Y/N) was engulfed in the hugest mama bear hug imaginable. Her mother, Akari consumed by aggravation and worry squeezed the lights out of her ‘little baby’ alleviated to have her between her arms, safe and sound.

“Mom...! I can’t- I can’t breathe…!” (Y/N) choked out.

“Oh, I’m so sorry baby! You know how I get when I’m worried, and excited, and when I see a good deal at the supermarket but enough of me! Tell me, are you alright? Are you hurt?” Lovingly, Akari cupped (Y/N) soft cheeks and proceeded to quickly exanimate her closer, looking for any scratch or cut. “Your temperature is normal, does any part of your body hurt?”

“Well, other than my legs, my butt, and the growing migraine I’ve been feeling since I left the konbini, I’m awesome, thank you.”

“I knew it! I knew that something was wrong! You must have been trapped in that horrible incident in the commercial district! What if the migraine is because you hit your head and will develop some brain damage if we don’t treat you immediately or your legs are injured?! What if they have to amputate them!? Should I call 911?! Or take you myself to the hospital?! No! We have no time to lose! Quick! Get in the car! I’ll go and get the keys and my purse-I have to call your dad!! Oh but he’s way too far right now! What if!-”

“Alright Mom! enough!” (Y/N) snapped. “Look at me, now, inhale and exhale, sloooowly, take your time and calm down. Once you are relaxed, I’ll explain myself, so stop jumping to conclusions please. Look at me in the eyes-that’s right, deep breaths, deep breaths…” You said softly while you also breathed deeply to show your mom how she had to do it while she dramatically imitated you, putting a hand over her chest to help herself.

“Al-Alright, I-I’m feeling better now”

“Perfect, so the reason I’m late is, indeed related to the villain attack, BUT! No how you are thinking! You know that in the center of the city there’s a bikeway, right?”

“Y-Yes I do”

“So, you also must remember that the Commercial District is part of that same bikeway’s route, right?”

“I-I recall so, yes”

“Perfect! Now that we have that important but kinda trivial piece of information clear, I’ll proceed to tell you what happened. Sooo… During my way back I decided to ‘take my time’ and you know, explore the city. But, but, but! When I was about to go back home, I heard a really big explosion coming from there, there was a lot of smoke as well. Right there I ran into an elderly lady and her daughter and they explain me the situation, they also advise me to get home as soon as I could. But the fastest and safest route home with the bike implies going right into the crime scene which was a super no-no, so I saw myself forced to take the long route around the Dagobah Park, a.k.a the city’s biggest illegal trash dump all the way down the coast line which took me around an hour which is also the reason my legs and butt hurt, oh! And also, the stop on the konbini that ended in an unfortunate incident related with a defective Ramune bottle and a rabid macaque-”

“W-Wait a minute! R-Rabid macaque?!” Your mother exclaimed panicked.

“That’s irrelevant right now mother, my point is I’m ok, and I’m not feeling like getting into the ER right now, also I have perishable products in this bags that need refrigeration and I reek like death and destruction, so can we enter to the house pretty please?”

“O-Oh, right, that was a bit confusing but I think I got it.”

“Great! By the way I bought the missing ingredients to make dinner.”

“Fantas!- Oh no! I was so preoccupied about you that I forgot to make dinner! I haven’t even made rice! Why don’t you take a bath while I put up something together to eat? You can also tell me about your first day of school over dinner!”

“Ok!”

 🐈🛀💢

Contently, (Y/N) hopped up the stairs and made a beeline to her bedroom. Although she has only been living in there for 2 weeks and a half, she found herself loving the place, the new house in general was really homey and cozy, it was roomy and stylish, somewhat similar to the house she lived before with her family back in Sapporo. One detail that she found extremely beautiful was that this new house possessed an ample number of skylights, in almost every room of the house, including hers, it gave her an amazing view of the sky while she was lying on her bed during night, or the rain clipping and clapping over the crystal. The house also possessed a pretty old and pretty picturesque cherry blossom tree in the backyard that had gifted them that very same spring with lots of delicate pink petals that she usually saw dancing in the wind.

But her room was something special. (Y/N) was not sure if it was the way the light illuminated it, or the color the room was painted at that moment but it was something similar like love at first sight. Since that very first moment she and her parents visited the place along with the realtor that winter day last year, she knew that this would be her special corner.

Moving itself is a long and tedious process, but in their case the distance made it trickier. Musutafu and Sapporo were 880 miles away from each other, which mean they had to go there by plane, otherwise, (Y/N) would’ve to be stuck in her parents’ car for over 18 hours.

The moving truck was sent in advance so their stuff would be there the day they arrived. The flight only took 1 hour and 35 minutes, it was really short but once (Y/N) got out of the plane it was like she entered into another dimension. Musutafu was way bigger than Sapporo, also busier and hectic, there were more heroes around the city which made sense because of its size, the crime rate must be higher here as well.

After all the unpacking and mess that moving in implied, the Shinohara family was successfully settled down, it felt like it was so long ago. Time really flies by when you are occupied, huh?

(Y/N) closed her room after she entered, going directly to her bed, plopping herself in the fluffy comforter. Suddenly with the corner of her eye she caught a sudden movement next to her, focusing more she recognized a familiar ball of white fluff that napped away comfortably over the mound of pillows and cushions situated on the upper part of the bed.

“Mashumaro!~”

“Mrrrow~”

Mashumaro, a 5-year-old white British Shorthair, stretched deliciously and stud up from his pillowy paradise to receive one of his (several) daily coddle sessions. (Y/N) opened her arms to the affectionate feline, enveloping him in a warming hug.

“Oh Mashu! You can’t imagine the day I had! Everything could have gone perfectly fine if it wasn’t for that stupid angry blowfish! And when I thought I got rid of him for the day, he ‘blessed’ me showing up in the konbini! That idiot! How dare he to live nearby!? I hope he doesn’t live close at all, see his ugly puckered face at school every day is bad enough! I’m utterly exhausted, and this was just the first day.”

“Mrrrow”

“Yes! Can you imagine?! How the rest of the year would be?!”

“Mrrrow”

“I know, I know, thankfully this is the last year of middle school, after next spring, boom! No more Bakushit!”

“Mrrrow”

“Oh Mashu! ~ You are the only one who understands me, thank you for listen to me, I feel better now~”

“Mrrrow...?”

“Talking about feel better, I have a date with that ofuro at the end of the corridor, so if you excuse me…”

In a fluid move (Y/N) wiggled out of her bed, leaving her furry companion to keep enjoying his catnap and get the most comfortable pjs she could find in her wardrobe. With the selected garments in her bed, she left her room and headed to the bathroom. Once inside the wet room, she proceeded to fill the tub, setting the water temperature to her liking. Meanwhile, (Y/N) slipped off her uniform and folded it aside into the hamper to wash later. Once ready, she stepped under the shower and turned on the head, soaking herself completely in the relaxing liquid. (Y/N) eagerly washed away all the stress and sweat that formed during this crazy day.

‘I wonder if Midoriya made it home safely’ (Y/N) absentmindedly took her shampoo bottle and squeezed some of its contents over her hand and applied it over her head.

She hummed blissfully while her fingers massaged her scalp. The bipping of the controlling pad interrupted her relaxation moment to inform her that the tub was filled and ready. She rinsed her hair and body drenched in shampoo and body wash foam and applied her conditioner to the final touch. Once she was ready, she turned off the shower head and wrapped her wet hair in a towel, she tested the water with her toe, which she approved with a soft sigh and submerged completely and hummed contently.

“Ahhh~ This is life!” (Y/N) closed her eyes and let herself being wrapped in relaxation and tranquility.

‘I’ll ask Midoriya tomorrow how it went, I hope he didn’t have to go near the villain attack. For what they say it was a big deal, I hope the hostage is ok’

(Y/N) came to a halt with the soft knock on the door. “(Y/N) sweetie, dinner will be ready in 10 minutes, don’t take too long so you can eat it while it still hot.”

“Ok mom! I will, thanks!”

‘I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow! I wonder if I can change classes or something, but that means Midoriya would be left alone at the mercy of that brute again.’

‘Alone…’

“No! Midoriya has had to deal with this by his own, if I can do something about it, I will”

‘He deserves to feel that someone appreciates him, supports him and believes in him, just like anybody else’

(Y/N) stud up from the tub and covered herself with a towel and exited the bathroom. Once in her room, she closed the door and sited on her bed to check her phone.

“Oh, I got a message…”

From: Haru ✨

 3:42 pm

Hey gurl! How was everything? 😁 Sorry I didn’t text you during lunch, I forgot my phone in the classroom, 😓 silly me I guess, 😅 like always, haha! 🤣🤣 Anyway! Tell me! How are schools down there? Did you meet some cute guys?~ 👀🤩 I’ll call you tonight!~ 😘💋

“What do you mean ‘how are schools down there’ you moron, like in the rest of Japan.” You snickered.

To: Haru ✨

6:41pm

It is complicated to tell how my day was, ‘incredible’ maybe? 🙄 Just to give you a preview it got me so tired that I want to sleep for the next 25 years and this was just the first day. 😫😫 Anyway, I’ll go get dinner, call you later. 

(Y/N) dried her body, put on the clothes she chose and went down stairs were she saw her mom setting the table filling it with several steaming yummy looking plates and bowls.

“Wow! this looks really good!~”

“I’m glad you think so, come on, sit now before it gets cold”

“Ok!~”

There on the table laid a full arrange of delicious comfort food; hearty veggie miso soup, grilled salmon, green salad and potato salad, pickled veggies and last but certainly not least katsu white curry, one of (Y/N) favorites.

“Its been a long time since we ate white curry!”

“And don’t forget the cheese stuffed tonkatsu~”

“Yay! ~”

“Itadakimasu!”

(Y/N) took a spoonful of rice and curry and hummed happily at the savory and spicy flavors dancing in her tongue, the golden-brown tonkatsu was crispy and juicy, crowned by the gooey cheese on the inside.

‘Mom’s food is the best~’

“By the way, your father called when you were in the shower, he said he’ll be back in Musutafu on Thursday afternoon”

“Really?! That’s awesome!”

“Things went way smoothly than he thought, we will bring the remaining suitcases we left, the ones with summer clothes”

“Oh, those will come handier here since is warmer”

“You are right, now tell me how was your first day of school? Did you make some new friends?”

(Y/N) almost chocked on her soup as all her misadventures of the day came to her mind at the same time, trying to think about a good response she cleared her throat and compose a bit.

“Mmm, I’m not actually sure if I can call him a friend but there was this really timid guy in my class-”

“Oh! A boy?! Good thing your father is not here otherwise he would be seething, and crying at the same time because his baby is growing up so fast!” Your mom said with an amused expression on her face at the mental image of your father in such state, the tips of her fingers were covering her lips in a vain attempt to conceal her giggles.

“M-Mom! I-It’s no like that! A-And I just met him today! Good God! Don’t go saying things like that so blatantly!” (Y/N) said suddenly rising from her seat, her face completely aflame with shame for her mother’s words.

“Oh honey, I’m kidding! No need to get so riled up!”

“Hmp!” (Y/N) grunted with puff up checks and an expression that more than angry, looked cute. And of course, her mom made sure to emphasize it.

“That face makes me want to squish it to death just like when you were still my little cutie baby boo! ~”

“M-Mom! Stop it!!!”

“Haha! Honey calm down! Don’t take it too seriously!”

“Hmm…”

 📱📱📱

“Woah, woah, woah! So, you are telling me that this guy actually called you a bitch and threaten you and another classmate in front of the whole class and the teacher didn’t do or say anything?! No even detention or something?!” (Y/N) best friend, Haruka exclaimed as she suddenly paused applying her moisturizing cream, a part of her ‘night beauty routine’.

“You got it, I guess that he’s scared of him, everyone actually, so he must be used get away with everything and you know that people usually looks away when a quirkless person is discriminated, like it wasn’t serious or it was something to laugh about.”

“Yeah crude but true, unfortunately that’s not new, the ‘bully with a decent quirk’ kind of story is really common, but to that extent? Is kind of terrifying. You also said he wanted to be a hero? What the heck?! I’ll definitely will not support a hero like that! If you actually could be able to call him a ‘hero’ after all, I hope that U.A reject him on the spot! A meanie who bullies my bestie does not deserve such title!”

“I’m pretty sure that the U.A staff would have your concerns into consideration”

“I’m serious (Y/N)!”

“Me too”

You were now laying lazily in the comforting warmness of your bed. As you promised you called Haruka after dinner, filling her into all the details of your crazy first day, and a certain insufferable spiky blond.

“How about you? How was everything there?”

“Cold as hell! It started snowing when I was walking back home. You know, typical Hokkaido.”

“You know that the hell is hot, rig-?”

“Don’t smartmouth me bitch, you get my point.”

“Yeah, yeah, today the weather was really nice here, is getting warmer everyday and the sakura are on full bloom. I think is the first time I haven’t freeze to death on my first day of school. It was a nice experience for a change.”

“Oh, I’ll wish to be there! I can’t believe we are in firkin’ April but it feels like January!”

“Like you said, Typical Hokkaido. Hey Haru, my eyelids are closing; I’ll go to sleep now ok? I’ll message you tomorrow and please for God’s sake don’t leave your phone in the classroom, you moron.

“Ok! Ok Mom! Geez! Suzue told me there was this new hottie in class 3-C and I had to check if he was Jefree Star Approved!”

“Doesn’t Jefree Star review make-?? Oh! Shut up and go to sleep!”

After hanging up to a pouty Haruka, (Y/N) put her phone to charge and submerged herself under the softness of her comforter, turning off the bedside lamp she sighed prying to whatever God out there listening that tomorrow could be a better day.

“Just a good day, that’s all I’m asking for…”

With little flashbacks of all those days spent with Haruka and all her friends, her family, her old home, of Hokkaido.

 Embraced in sweet memories, she was lulled to sleep.

Raise your hand if your mom also freaks out about everything ✋

*Mashumaro: Marshmallow in Japanese ヾ(•ω•`)o

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #katsuki x reader #boku no hero academia fanfic #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #bnha fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha #mha #bakugou #bakugo #fem reader #angst #fluff #multichapter #series #fem oc #male oc #enemies to friends to lovers #one sided crush #japanese food

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 34

34. The memorable habits of Miss Donovan (and bar fights)

(A/N: here there be violence and dismemberment)

The physical injuries had healed well.

And now that both Jekyll and Hyde knew, that they had something like a family for the first time in their life, the wounds on their soul were beginning to heal as well.

But Hyde didn't feel strong enough to come out and go around to pursue his hobbies for a while.

Jekyll therefore had the pleasure of staying in control for almost a month, before Hyde got fidgety again.

“Are you sure you want to go back to that?”, he asked one evening, when Hyde demanded to be let out again. “Perhaps that scum will be back-”

“If he knows what's good for him, he won't”, his alter ego snarled in response.

“Hyde, I really don't think this is a good idea.”

“I need this, Jekyll”, the younger pointed out. “And so do you. Do you think I haven't noticed how you've gone back to your old self-repression? You want to be free again. And so do I.”

The Doctor didn't argue anymore.

He did laugh, though. “You're truly incorrigible.”

“Look who's talking!”, Hyde retorted.

Jekyll finished his work for the day and left his office.

Poole frowned, when he told him that he would go out tonight.

“Are you sure, Doctor?”, the elderly servant questioned. “Only a month after you-know-what?”

“It's alright”, Jekyll assured him. “We will be more careful this time. Don't worry, Arthur.”

Poole shook his head. “You're truly incorrigible, Henry.”

The blond chuckled. “I know.”

Only Poole got away with that cheek towards him.

“Mister Hyde! So good to see you again!”, the cash carrier* cried eagerly and approached the small brunette, when he entered the bar.

Hyde hid his scorn behind his creepy smile and told him that tonight he was just here to get drunk.

When he looked around, he recognised some men, he had bested on other occasions.

Some of them saw him and glowered, but Hyde didn't worry about them.

They wouldn't have the guts to do anything, he knew.

He jumped onto the counter and threw a Sovereign onto the table.

“Long time no see! The usual?”, the barkeeper inquired and Hyde nodded affirmatively.

“The usual. And pour it, where I can see it!”, he added scowling, when the barkeeper turned his back on him to pour the drink.

The man gulped. “Alright, alright!”

He stepped to the side, so the smaller man could see everything, poured the ale and handed him his pint.

“Thank you”, Hyde purred with false sweetness and strode over to his accustomed seat in the corner.

To his surprise, someone was already sitting at the table.

And it was none other than-

“No way!”, he exclaimed, “Miss Donovan! Fancy meeting you here!”

She turned her head, recognised him and grinned like a bedlam girl. “Likewise!”, she responded, “Been a while, hasn't it? Come and sit with me, Mr. Hyde!”

He did so.

This time she wasn't cross-dressing. Instead she was sporting a black and red dress. Her flame red curls were in a ponytail and she wore dark red lipstick and rouge.

Probably to lure men in.

Hyde knew a trap, when he saw one.

“How've you been?”, she asked cheerily.

“I'm getting better.”

“I can tell. Up to your debauchery again, eh?”

“Well, what can I say? I am and always will be a depraved man.”

“It's fine. Just don't go forcing yourself on people ever again. Now that you know what that feels like.”

Hyde frowned. “Oh, don't worry. I learned my lesson in that regard.”

She nodded. “Good.”

“Sooo”, Hyde drawled, “What are you doing here in a bar?”

The ginger shrugged. “Eh, ya know. Getting up the pole and looking for girls.”

Oh. So she's a queer too …

“Well, this is a brothel, so-”

“I'm not here to dab it up”, Miss Donovan revealed, “I want to find a lady-friend. Kinda hard for me to keep one.”

He looked at her in confusion.

It was hard for him to imagine.

Alma Donovan was an attractive girl, in almost every way. Even the piercing, feral look in her eyes – so much like his own – could be enticing. He certainly knew that a lot of men had a thing for wild, temperamental beauties.

She explained: “I'm mad. Maybe Luise told you, but I like to stab and mutilate blokes. They just 'ave to look at me funny and then they can say bye-bye to their crown jewels.”

Hyde cringed.

“Do I have to worry about losing mine?”, he queried.

She shook her head. “Unless you ever hurt a woman again, nah. Besides, you already got a taste of your medicine and promised to never do it again. So you're safe.”

Oh thank Heavens …

“And I have quite a few other quirks”, the ginger continued, “So every time I actually manage to get meself a girlfriend, it doesn't last long. I'm looking for a lady, who can put up with me madness.”

Oh.

Well, he knew a few tough girls. Tough enough for him, at least. And he was a madman himself, after all. So in theory, they would be able to handle that madwoman here too. But …

“Just out of curiosity, how do you treat your lady-friends?”

Suddenly, Miss Donovan grinned like a Chesire cat.

“Oh, I spoil them rotten!”, she cried excitedly, “Luise gives me a handsome allowance and I make quite a lot of money by placing bets! I'd give them the best I can afford, take them out for dates, protect them from perverts, teach them how to defend themselves and how to read and write, take care of them, be there when they need me-”

The plural form got his attention. “Them?”

Miss Donovan scratched her head awkwardly. “That's the other problem. Monogamy isn't me thing. That and the fact that I get into trouble so often … well, you get the idea. Have been jailed several times too. Luise cuts me allowance every time she has to bail me out.”

One of these girls, eh?

Hyde laughed: “Miss Donovan, I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Call me Alma”, she requested, “Miss Donovan was me mother.”

The brunette grinned. “Call me Edward then.”

They shook hands and proceeded to chat about this and that.

Unfortunately their conversation was interrupted, when Hyde felt a presence behind himself.

Alma frowned. “Uhh, Edward?”

“I know”, he muttered and turned around to come face to face with a huge bloke, who was glaring down at him. He reminded Hyde of a gorilla Jekyll had once seen at the zoo.

“Can I help you, Sir?”, he asked coolly and with an unaffected expression.

“You sick in the head?”, the taller man snarled.

He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Ye heard me!”, the gorilla growled.

Hyde looked past him and caught sight of some men he remembered roughing up. They were whispering and staring at the gorilla, like he was off his head. Which he certainly was.

“I have a score to settle with ya!”

“No, you don't”, Hyde responded languidly. “If we'd brawled before, I'd remember you.”

One of the workers in the background stood up and put a hand on the moron's shoulder.

“Are you off your rocker?!”, the man hissed, “That gremlin looks small, but he holds a candle to the devil.”*

A gremlin?!

He heard Jekyll snort in his head and almost laughed too. But Hyde was in a good mood, so the other man was off the hook. Besides, that was one of the more harmless things he'd been called so far.

“Well, you would know, wouldn't you?”, Hyde remarked, smirking.

“See, Sir”, he turned back to the gorilla, “That man would have a score to settle with me. And so do those three gentlemen in the back.”

He pointed at three other men, who were sitting at one of the other tables. The worker returned to his chair at their table.

“They're just wise enough not to”, Hyde continued. “And you should be too. Or you can just tell me what you actually want.”

“Ye must be that Hyde-fella”, the giant growled.

“'Sup?”

“I heard things about ya!”

“Really now?” Hyde's eyes narrowed. He was starting to feel extremely agitated. Why couldn't that twit just leave them alone? Normally he would have punched him in the gut by now, but he didn't feel like getting himself another house ban.

“Ye start brawls and beat people up for kicks”, the bigger man growled.

And you don't? Hypocrite.

“Even if they're over twice yer size-”

And what does that tell you?! Sod off!

“-Almost killed some old geezer for no reason-”

How the hell did that bastard know that?! Sir Danvers Carew hadn't pressed charges or given his name! The only witness had been a maid and Lady Summers had bought her silence. No one knew that it had been him!

Hyde feigned ignorance: “Some old geezer? Rumours! I can't think of one!”

Jekyll snorted: “Fibbing, Hyde? That's not like you.”

Shut up, Jekyll. Besides, it's easy to deny, when he doesn't say who he means.

Well, at least the fib had the desired effect. It threw the other off. Good. So he had only heard rumours about it. He couldn't prove anything. He didn't even know, if it was true.

The brunette scoffed: “Telling stories with no basis on reality? Pathetic! Now, for the last time, who are you and what do you want?”

I swear, if I have to ask one more time-

“I'm Bob Smith”, the gorilla told him.

“And I'm Queen Victoria”, Hyde responded, mimicking a falsetto and batting his eyelashes. “Guess who I am!”

Some people cackled in the background. Alma chortled and even Jekyll laughed in his head.

The gorilla's scowl intensified. “I'm tryin' to talk to ye, little shit!”

“As am I. And I'm currently failing. And I'm sorry for that. But I'm just so irritated! Because a plastered gorilla just strolled up to me and my friend, interrupted our conversation and is trying to intimidate me, like I'm one of the underage attendants!”

Hyde stared him right into the eyes. He could tell that, if he stood up, he still wouldn't even reach up to the giant's chest, so he didn't bother. Also, he'd bested men of that size before, some of them being professional brawlers. And he was in the perfect position to-

Suddenly the gorilla grabbed him by the collar, which made him gasp in surprise.

“Don't give me that sass, ye brat!”, he snarled. “I'll tear ye to pieces an'-”

Before he could continue, Hyde decided that he had enough and kicked him in the nuts with all his strength.

The gorilla let go and wailed like a little girl. Then he dropped onto the floor, clutching his crown jewels and cursed up a storm.

Priceless.

Utterly priceless.

The brunette scoffed: “Look at you! Acting tough, but a simple knock in the nuts is enough to knock you off your feet. Pathetic.”

“Oi!”, Alma suddenly piped up and stood up. She came around the table and grabbed the man by the hair. “I remember you!”

Her ice blue ice narrowed to slits.

“I saw you 'ere a fortnight ago! You're that piece of shit, who walked off with one of the underage attendants! That ten-year-old gal, if I remember correctly.”

So that gorilla is one of those blokes, huh?

“Ew! Gross!”, Jekyll groaned in disgust. “And you call me a dirty old man, Hyde! At least I don't use children to satisfy my carnal desires!”**

Yes, that's one of your redeeming qualities, Hyde thought drily.

Meanwhile Alma was grinning maniacally. “Why, there's only one appropriate way to 'andle blokes like you!”

To the brunette's surprise, she charmed a knife from her glove. “Now”, she purred darkly, “You will find out, why they call me 'Unmanning Alma'!”

Ohhhh, this is going to be good!

“Hyde, no.”

Hyde, yes!

Hyde was quite convinced, that the knife was blunt. Which made this whole thing even better!

But before more could happen, someone new entered the brothel.

He couldn't believe his eyes. “Lucy!”

She turned to face him. “Oh, Mr. Hyde! Good evening!”

He frowned. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave this place!”

The black-haired woman smiled. “Don't worry, I'm just here to get my clothes. It took me a while to find a room somewhere, but now I finally have a nice one.”

Hyde composed himself. Finding a nice and affordable place to live was extremely hard here in London, he knew that.

Lucy went up to the pimp and they began a talk, which quickly turned into an argument.

His eyes narrowed.

Oh no, that snake was not going to take Lucy's things for himself!

“Is there a problem?”, he asked the pimp icily.

The snake began to talk some gibberish about Lucy having debts.

“I see”, Hyde replied coolly and turned to Lucy: “When you moved out, how much did he charge you?”

“Sixty Pounds”, Lucy huffed. “And I paid! Now he wants another twenty!”

“Sixty? Her possessions are worth less than forty – which I know, because I calculated it. But since you're so eager to rob an ex-prostitute, let's settle this business once and for all.”

Hyde turned around, rummaged in his bag and then turned to them, his hands behind the back. “Alright”, he began darkly. “In one hand I'm holding my bag, that contains medical equipment, as well as all the money you could ever dream of. In the other, I have a walking cane stable enough to bash someone's skull in. Of course”, he added with a sneer, “The other option would be that you land behind bars for hiring underage prostitutes. Just a brief reminder, the age of consent was raised up to sixteen last summer. But then again, when has that ever stopped people from lusting for little brats, eh?”

The pimp stared at him for a full minute.

“Her debts are more than settled”, he finally uttered weakly. Then he backed off and let Lucy get her last things. When she returned downstairs, the snake was waiting for her and shoved a bag of money into her hands. “Here you have twenty pounds, just keep your mouth shut!”

Hyde snorted. The things people did to avoid getting apprehended!

“Oh shut up!”, Jekyll scoffed in his head, “You turn into me, when you get into trouble with the police!”

You shut up, Jekyll!

“No, you!”

Just for the record, I haven't got into trouble with the police since that Carew affair! Now shut up and let me enjoy the show!

“What show? This one or Miss Donovan castrating that paedophile?”

Oh, right. He had forgot about that bugger.

When he turned to the red-head, she had knocked the gorilla out cold and was staring at Lucy, like she was the most gorgeous thing in the world.

To be fair, the black-haired woman was the most beautiful girl he knew.

An idea popped into Hyde's head.

He took the surprised Lucy by the hand and guided her to his new friend (who quickly hid her knife).

“Let me introduce you to Lucy Harris, a woman who's too good for this sinful world – don't you dare deny it, Lucy”, he added, when she wanted to object. “And this is Alma Donovan, a friend of mine, who is just as mad as I am.”

“Charmed!”, Alma cried enthusiastically and shook the blushing woman's hand. “It's an honour to meet a remarkable lady such as yourself!”

“Uhm … likewise …”, Lucy mumbled shyly, obviously not knowing how to deal with this.

Jekyll laughed in Hyde's head.

“I didn't pin you to be a match-maker!”, he teased. If he had been corporeal, Hyde would've stuck his tongue at him.

Oh shut up, if these two hook up, it might give me an advantage!

“Sure, Hyde. Whatever helps you sleep at night! There is no way you could be doing this, because you want two people who helped you to be happy!”

I would strike you, if I could.

“But you cahaaan't!”, Jekyll taunted him. “Come on, Edward! You know that I'm right!”

The brunette puffed his cheeks in annoyance.

Better half, his arse! Also, how old was that man again? Oh yeah, fifty! He was a dirty, fifty-year-old bastard!

A groan got their attention. Oh, the gorilla was waking up.

The two mad people excused themselves and dragged the half-conscious man outside and into an alley. Hyde kicked him in the solar plexus for good measure, to render him defenceless.

But when Donovan had her blunt knife out, Hyde laughed and took a scalpel out of his bag. “That knife is too blunt. Use this, that'll be quicker.”

Alma took the medical tool and made short work of the man's nether regions.

She and Hyde cackled maniacally as the child-molesting bastard screamed, then left him to writhe in agony.

“I need to go back”, Hyde told her, “I still have to pay for my drink.”

She grinned. “Maybe Miss Harris hasn't left yet”, she hoped.

I'm sure one of her ex-colleagues is keeping her back for a few minutes to chat, he assumed.

And sure enough, he was right.

Lucy was leaning outside, next to the door and chatting with one of her colleagues, who had crept outside for some fresh air.

Hyde recognised the other woman. That French girl … what was her name … oh right, Marianne.

Alma went up to them and joined in their conversation, while he went back inside to pay.

Everyone was obviously glad, when he paid up and left the place.

Then he had a short talk with the three women (Lucy inquired how he was doing), before turning to go home. “Goodbye, ladies! It was fun to pass time with you!”

“Likewise!”, Alma laughed and waved back.

Then they all went their separate ways.

Hyde was still elated, when he arrived at his flat.

Sure, he hadn't got up the pole tonight, but damn! He had found himself one sister in arms!

“This was the best evening in ages!”, he exclaimed happily.

“I can imagine it was”, Jekyll deadpanned and appeared in the mirror.

“This is my nightmare!”, the blond groaned and shook his head. “You found a partner in crime, who's just as deranged as you are!”

The brunette cackled and revelled in the other's exasperation.

Meanwhile Lady Summers was doing paper work, when her telephone rang and she jumped.

With a frustrated sigh, she took the receiver. “Hello, Lady Summers speaking?”

In the next moment she winced and held the receiver away from her ear.

“You, Luise! I just had the best evening ever!”

Why did Alma have to shout into the phone like that?!

“Let me guess, you castrated someone?”, the Lady sighed in annoyance.

“That too, but I met some really interesting people!”

“Did you now?”

“Yes! First off, I stumbled upon Hyde in a brothel-”

“What were you doing there?!”

“I'm coming to that – and we chatted about this and that, when this huge gorilla of a man interrupted our conversation and started to annoy Edward-”

Oh, so it's first name basis now?

“-and you won't believe this! It was the same guy, who screwed that little girl the other day! The one I didn't get to punish, because I had to leave early!”

“Aha.”

“And just as I wanted to give him, what he deserved, this absolutely gorgeous woman walked in! She was so cute and beautiful, damn! It's true love, I know it! And Edward introduced me to her! Her name is Lucy Harris! She's so adorable! I asked for her address and get this! She just moved into the house where I live! Isn't that amazing?! Maybe I'll finally have a lasting relationship! And I also got to know a Frenchwoman, who is apparently a former colleague of Lucy's. A really bricky**** lady, I tell you!”

The Prussian needed a minute to process all of this.

Then she recovered her spirit.

“That's nice, Alma. But you still haven't told me what you were doing in a run-down brothel bar in Soho.”

“I was looking for a potential girlfriend! You know how hard it is for me to keep one! And every woman in Whitechapel knows me. They don't want anything to do with me. I don't even know why! I'm doing them a favour with what I do! Anyway, I hoped that maybe I'd be luckier in one of the other districts. And I thought prostitutes would be a good thing to start with, because they're tougher than others.”

That's in the eye of the beholder, the Lady thought drily.

“Have you told Mr. Hyde about your favourite pastime?”, she asked curiously.

“Yeah. But he was calm about it, after I told him that he has nothing to fear. He even helped me castrate that child-molesting gorilla! I think I found myself a brother in arms!”

Lady Summers groaned: “This is my nightmare! You found a partner in crime, who's just as deranged as you are!”

---

*cash carrier - Victorian Slang for: a pimp

**Hold a candle to the devil - Victorian Slang for: to be evil

***My version of Jekyll is anti pedo. Anything younger than eighteen is too young for him. Hyde likes them twenty (like himself) and older.

****bricky - Victorian Slang for: brave, fearless

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #lucy harris #oc #crazy people

[yakumtsaki]

Oh great, look who’s here. Apparently Dagmar is gonna follow us to the ends of the earth. Why tf are we even getting bills WE LIVE IN THE DORMS

-LOL for now that is! You trashbags are getting expelled before the semester is over. Cant’ believe you got accepted in the first place, higher education has really lost it’s way..

Yea I can’t believe we got in either, seeing as our classmates are obvious academic overachievers such as this..

Shamelessly copying Goopy’s look? Nice try random dormie but we all know there’s only one man who can pull this shit off. Stop embarrassing yourself.

Speaking of embarrassing yourself, Daniel is walking around in this amazing worker cap/silk pjs combo. Looking good, Dan.

-Prole on the streets, capitalist in the sheets!

Yea being a capitalist in the sheets is not very promising for your partners, I’d put that line back in the drawer.

#aesthetic 

-I’m trapped.. in the desert.. of my own mind 💔

A desert is really too peaceful a metaphor for that 19th century circus you have going on up there, Jo. OH, you know what might help?

-Calling Max for a date???

LOL of course not, that isn’t the answer to anything ever. No, writing your term paper so you can get some scholarship money and we don’t spend our 4th year eating desert snakes!

-I liked my idea way better. Unless you want me to give a call to imaginary Stephen?

UGH FINE damn you. I want it on the record that I object in the STRONGEST of terms. 

-I care about that almost as much as I care about not dating genetic clones of my parents (:

While Jojo is making bad decisions, this guy who is sexily named Wyatt Monif passes by and heartfarts over him! He looks pretty cute but I think 90% of it is that hair which looks good on everyone. Still, he’s about a million times preferable to Max so we need to snatch him up pronto. What do you think, Jo?

-You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.

OH GOOD LORD NOT THE DARCY SHIT AGAIN. Come on, his name is fucking WYATT MONIF. Plus he has great hair. Plus plus he looks nothing like your father. And, most important of all, HE LIKES YOU ALL ON HIS OWN. What a catch! 

-A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.

UGH

Oh yea, that’s amazing, Max. Can’t fucking wait.

An extremely accurate representation of my level of excitement about this pairing.

Oh nice, looks like the Union tradition of talking about cats on dates is gonna take care of this little problem for me. Tell him more, tell him more, did she put up a fight?

-SHE DID. AND WON.

-THAT’S INCREDIBLE.

GODDAMMIT EVERY KOMEI CLONE IS FUCKING OBSESSED WITH CATS

-Wow, these two really look alike...

Don’t I fucking know it, Obvious Business Major. Also what’s wrong with you girl, you reject Gunther but heartfart over mega-jaw Jojo?

-Well, he looks rich!

Well he extremely isn’t. If he was he could afford a better suit recolor than this atrocity I forced on him.

-Wait, what... There’s 2 of them and they’re getting it on?? Man I need to lay off the shrooms.

WILL YOU TWO CLONE WEIRDOS GET A ROOM YOU’RE SCARING AWESOMELY-DRESSED-RAVER-DUDE

-Ew, the full jock look in 2017? Très passé..

Wyatt I’ve only seen you twice now but I love you already. Amazing name, btw.

-Oh, thank you, well my father is French-

Yea didn’t ask for your life story bro. We need to team up to put a stop to this madness. The means will not be, you know.. completely legal. 

-But of course, mon chéri Jojό deserves the best! He’s such a kind, sensitive soul, I can tell..

LMAO oh Wyatt you’re in for a wild ride. No backsies tho, we’re in this together, till death do us part. And if you’re dating Jojo that might come sooner than expected.

Oh yes, maybe we should, Max... May. be. we. should.

-Wait, why did that sound sinister?

What? It’s not sinister, I’m just saying, you know, maybe we should. Totally random q: apart from Mitch you don’t have anyone who would look for you, right? If like, you know. You disappeared. 

-WTF kinda question is that??

I’M JUST MAKING POLITE CONVERSATION MAX, GOD. PARANOID MUCH? Well, off to class you go! And remember.. Live in the moment.

-So long, my dear, I will miss you terribly! 

-AWWW JOJO-BEAR ♡

BARF. Anyway, you might wanna extend that goodbye a little, Jo.

-Why? We’ll be seeing each other again tomorrow!

Oh yea, sure you will, sure you will, but Max has to go now, we don’t want to keep him from his studies, do we? GTFO ALREADY MAX

Oh look, Wyatt is here now! What an incredible but still plausible coincidence. Why don’t you talk to him for a while? 

-Fine, I GUESS, but my heart’s not gonna be in it. There’s only room for one person in there ♡

Is that person.. yourself? 

-Yes and anyone who sufficiently looks like me! Except my father, of course.

Of course, of course. But you know how these things go, Jo, people leave, or are murdered, spots open up, and before you know it you’re trying to run a store 2 days before Christmas with no staff..

-What on earth are you talking about?

Don’t worry about it. Do hang out with Wyatt some more though!

Later that night, we get an unexpected visit from Gunther’s half-alien art professor. Well, we all knew the road to Gunther’s graduation was gonna be paved with banging the elderly. Welcome to our establishment, prof!

-Ah, Professor, I know a woman of your stature would never approach a student for anything but school-related business, but you’re simply too radiant to resist..

-Oooh, barely legal, I mean Gunther!

Damn Gunther, is there anyone in the universe you don’t have chemistry with? 

-You can tell she was hot when she was younger ♡  

Sure, maybe you guys can go spelunking and look at one of her portraits from back in the day.

-If you come up to my room, I can also massage your varicose veins ;)

Hey don’t give it away, we charge extra for that! 

-Mon dieu, my heart breaks for my darling Jojό, having to grow up in such a family.. I saw le communiste earlier, engaged in unspeakable acts with a statue de Lénine!  

Don’t worry, Wyatt, I can assure you Jojό is nothing like these freaks! Now give us some space, would you? We’re trying to run a business here.

-Where were we? Oh yes, what about this little wrinkle here?

God, so gross. But also, aww! Look at you, Gunther, fully committed to romancing septuagenarians for personal gain, just like your mother before you.. Family values :’)

YAAAS. Once again, hard work pays off. Stay in school, kids.

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