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@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Hello

I call this AU uhhh

idk AU

I stumbled a few steps forward, facing the dreaded building. I knew I shouldn't have taken a field job, but it payed too much and I was too curious to reject it. My intutition told me this job would be different from the others, but I assumed I could handle it. I didn't think they'd be prepared for me. I didn't think…

I never liked drugs. I had roommates that were constantly high on weed, and the fumes made me dizzy a few times, but not until I asked them to keep the smoke away from my bedroom. They complied, and I never had trouble again. Is this what it's like to be high, or is this a different type of drug? Either way, my body was rejecting it heavily, and I don't know for sure if I'm even at the right house, considering how many times I lost balance. I gaze at my hands, knowing I'll have to ring the doorbell instead of knock, because my knuckles were too bruised and swollen to handle that kind of impact. Each step was like walking on swords. Each breath was like inhaling toxic fumes.
I crawl up the steps and reach out for the doorbell, the muffled ring echoing from inside the house. The realization set in and I panicked. What do I even say? We haven't talked in years, and I think it's okay to show up at his door? God, does he even know I'm alive? Does he think I assumed he died? The anxiety only made my situation worse, but I didn't have time to address it as the door opens.
Of course, Jean's face is unreadable. Blood dripped from my nose, my head, my eyes, one of which was swollen shut. My lungs heavy and half of my skin tainted purple and green from bruises, the other half a deep red from blood and scars.
I force my eyes to look up at his as he stands there, unable to react properly yet again.
"I didn't…" I start to say, but I was losing consciousness fast. I had to explain myself before I blacked out. Jean deserved at least that.
"I didn't know where else to go." I utter, before falling forward against Jean, his arms catching me. I felt the muscles in my arms scream at the pain of the pressure and impact, but after that, everything went black.
I always doubted that Jean really cared about me. The things he'd say, or the way he acts; like nothing is stopping him from turning his back, and he wouldn't bat an eye if I did the same. I want to say it's my fault, but he never really cares about anyone. I guess, except his family, right? That's why he was so mad at me. I don't know, it doesn't make sense. I knew something was wrong with him, and I felt like it was my responsibility to fix him. I wasn't sure exactly how I'd fix him, but I knew I'd find a way, just like I always do.
He might never change, but I've started to doubt less.
I gaze at him on the chair next to my bed, eyes drifting off and his mouth slightly open to show that he's fully unconscious at this point. Prince slept at the foot of my bed, but his cat instincts knew I was awake before I even opened my eyes. I look at the wall in front of me, half regretting my decision to arrive at Jean's doorstep after years of not talking to him, only to collapse on the floor, unconscious for who knows how long. At least Jean managed to patch up my wounds pretty well; my limbs aren't screaming in pain, I'm not wheezing with each breath; and best of all, my vision is back to the way it used to be. I think back to the past few nights; waiting in the car, only for the weird smell to overcome me, and I eventually blacked out. Waking up in a dark room, and being beaten senseless, only to be drugged again. How I escaped is beyond me; I was too high to remember. Why did I even take that job? Did I really think I could do it on my own after staying away from the field for so long? Was I not given enough information? Did something inside me know it was too much for me to handle?
"It's been awhile."
Jean's voice interrupted my thoughts as I turn to face him.
"You've changed." He finishes, his eyes a little distant as he still attempted to wake up, trying to pretend like he hadn't been asleep.
"No I haven't," I begin, my voice still raspy. Jean gestures to a glass of water on the nightstand, so I take it. The irony in the most unhealthy person nursing me back to health. "How long hav-"
"Twenty three hours."
"Jean…" I begin, looking down to the floor. I had to say something about this. I couldn't just not acknowledge what I've done. "I'm sor-"
"Now's not the time for apologies." He utters before standing up and leaving the room. I shake my head, a gentle smile appearing.

He's still trying to hide it.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

OHHOOHOHOOHO THERE'S MORE BABY

i'm gonna try an attempt at a Death Note Jeanubis AU but i can't post it until SOMEONE (jenny) watches Death Note to avoid accidentally spoiling it

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

jean knows uwu speak bc one time anubis convinced him that prince would meow back at him if he used uwu speak

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

This AU is actually like a crossover AU with my new character thank u
(Kinda short but ¯_(ツ)_/¯
It's called

Jeaddie AU!

He threw a punch at my face, the impact sending me to the ground as I spit out blood. He's a good fighter, but only one of us is fighting for his life. As I tried to stand up, I hear a click, and my eyes blink towards him, still on my knees. We stare at each other for a good second before I break the silence.
"Shoot me." I spit, narrowing my eyes with determination.
He gazed at me. Hesitation defined his expression, and then I knew he never planned to kill me.
"I have no family. No friends, no one. No one will miss me." I murmur, an attempt at encouraging him.
His hand shook.
"That's no reason to die." His shakey voice responded as he tilted his head. How would he know?
I shook my head in response, breaking eye contact.
"It's no reason to live." I mutter.
"If you wanted to die, you'd have killed yourself. Why have me do it?"
I resist the instinct to curl my brows into a thoughtful expression, trying to find a vague vague reply to his question.
"What's your name?"
Confusion filled his face. He and I both didn't want to express our emotions, but he was less aware of the fact that he was doing it.
"Edward." His voice held back a shake.
"Edward," I echoed, standing to my feet. He gripped the gun tighter, as if threatening to shoot. "Why have you pull the trigger, you ask?"
He nodded, as if I needed him to.
"Because you're supposed to be a machine. As a machine with no emotions hindering you, you should have no problems pulling the trigger. No hesitation, no doubt."
The kid was shaking like crazy now. I can't imagine what's going through his head. "But you wanted me to give you a reason." I lower my head, but maintain eye contact; something that he's trying not to do.
"Maybe you're more human than you thought."
Strange seeing what I thought was merely a robot resist the urge to break down into tears.
"What happened to you, Eddie?"
His eyes, glued to the floor, close as if tears would fall.
"My uncle…" He stuttered out, his voice half broken now.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

NEW AU AGAIN i have a few in the works not counting death note

This One Is Canon it's called
JeanCanBeAGoodPersonTrustMe

I exhale the smoke from the cigarette, too tired and hungover to get out of her bed just yet, but luckily she was still asleep. I've already forgotten her name; I stopped bothering to remember after a while, it's not like I'm ever going to see her again. Her house was nice, though; a gentle ray of sun announcing the morning through the window by the bed, a comfortable fleece blanket that remained the biggest factor against me actually getting out of bed to get my clothes on, and a warm, vanilla scent. My eyes glaze over to the woman next to me in bed, her blonde hair covering her face. I wonder what incident she experienced to agree to this.
I sigh, putting out my cigarette as I reach from the bed to grab my clothes. Though it was nice to be here for a bit, I couldn't stay. I inhale, closing the door as quietly as possible, hoping she still hasn't woken up.

By the time I got home, I knew I was hungry. I couldn't force myself to make anything, not with the headache, so I just went with some leftover spaghetti. Prince walks in slyly as I close the fridge. The look on his face gave away his knowledge.
"I'll feed you when I'm done eating." I mutter, as if that would warrant his patience. I wanted to pretend like when he went down the hall, he'd go to his own room, but I saw his tail turn right; he went to Anubis's room.

I don't remember leaving the house again tonight, but I found myself at a club. I notice her across the bar and sigh, knowing I'll talk to her anyway, so why not get it over with?
Defeated, I stand up, taking my drink with me to sit next to her.
"I'll cover your next drink, no strings attached."
She chuckled, rolling her eyes at me. I knew she didn't buy it, but I suppose that's not a bad defense mechanism to have.
"No strings attached, is that right? What if I got a six dollar bottle of water?"
I shrug, flashing a grin as I take a sip.
"I'm a man of my word."
We had talked for a bit, but I could tell she seemed distracted by something else on her mind. I soon learned her name was I knew better than to ask about it, though. She repeatedly looked at the door during our conversation, and finally curiosity got the better of me.
"Are you waiting for someone?" I mutter, looking around the room. She brushed me off, sighing.
"My boyfriend, actually. He told me he's been busy with work lately and promised a nice date, but…"
I lean back in my chair, furrowing a brow.
"He told you that?"
I could feel the tension rise as she nodded. Her eyes flickered to mine, and I could tell she was waiting for my next move.
"I'm willing to bet you'd rather be anywhere but here, is that right?"
She exhaled, still apprehensive, but nodded as she took a sip of her water. Bingo.
"Why don't we go turn this night around, so it doesn't end in rejection?"
She revealed a gracious grin, appreciating my efforts at cheering her up.
The drive home was full of talking, but it was mostly her. She seemed like she was nervous, and was trying to distract herself. Eventually, though, when we got to my place, the nerves seemed to have disappeared. As we walked in, she looked around at the house.
"Do you live alone?"
I hesitate, gripping the car keys before placing them onto the stand.
"Got a cat. That's it, though."
"What's it's name?"
I turn to the hall to see his tail peaking around, as if he knew he was being talked about. I just hope he doesn't pull any shit tonight.
"Prince. Don't believe anything he says, he's a spy."
She chuckles, petting Prince as he reluctantly allows it. He hasn't gotten attention as often anymore lately, unless he forces my hand while I'm high in bed. A few moments had passed in silence, and I knew I had to make a move. I approach her, pressing my lips against her's, finally breaking the tension as she leans into the kiss, tilting her head to the side and closing her eyes. We continued for a few minutes, growing more antsy with each kiss, so I nudged her to the wall, reaching for my belt buckle. When she heard the click, she paused, holding her hand against mine. I gazed back up at her, seeing the regret in her eyes. She knew this would weigh on her in the future, and I could read that in her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I mutter, taking my hands away from my belt.
"It's too late now, isn't it?"
I shake my head at her.
"I'm not into it if you're not into it."
She locks eyes with me, almost as if in shock. She holds back tears as she shakes her head, answering my first question.
"Can you take me home?"
My eyes fall to the floor as I sigh, nodding my head.
"Yeah, go get your things, I'll be right there."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

That's why Prince meows at Anubis bc he knows Anubis won't receive kindness from anyone el

jenny i hurt myself by trying to make a joke