jenny,,,,,,,,,you gave,no,,,context

i'm fuckign screaming

fish times!

The diving suit sticks tightly to my skin, but I don't mind. Australia's air was awfully hot, and to make it worse, humid, but the waters were so refreshing. To take a dip into the cool ocean was all I needed in life. As a kid, free diving was all I ever wanted to do. Eventually, my mom started to get me lessons, and now I can hold my breath for eight minutes. Everyone around me begged me to join free diving competitions, but I only enjoyed the ever-lasting calm it brought me. A competition was meant for things like technology. But, diving? I wanted diving to be my own thing.
I sit down at the edge of my boat. Today, I decided I was going to explore the reefs near a small vacant island. Most people didn't bother diving or even boating near the island for fear of the sharks, but I knew I wouldn't get hurt as long as I didn't provoke the sharks. Closing my eyes, I focus on controlling my breath and my heart rate. Upon opening my eyes, I flick on a lighter for good measure. A smile graces my face and I toss the lighter back into a bin behind me. I wonder what new creatures and coral I'll see today. Maybe even lost treasure.
I snap my goggles over my eyes and slip into the water smoothly. Looking around, there's nothing but an infinite blue with particles of sand and things floating around. The ocean was like it's own galaxy in a way. I adjust my body and began swimming down towards the island.
Soon, fish appear in my sight, ones of thousands of colors swimming around to say hello. I swim closer to the coral to examine the life down under, when suddenly I notice bubbles coming from a small opening in the side of the island. I make my way towards the bubbles, careful not to hit any fish.
I end up swimming through a tunnel, but just when I decide to turn back before I run out of oxygen, a piece of seaweed floats onto my face. My fingers scramble to peel it off. The water gets warmer and more shallow and I realize the tunnel leads to some sort of cave. As I swim farther in, I see the ends of a black tail, with gold lining the scales. My eyes travel up the tail to notice a torso that's… skin?
I break the surface and take in a deep breath, only to be greeted by a man- a merman? I splash back in shock, but he only glares at me as he smokes a piece of seaweed.
He's relaxing on the side of the rock, his tail gently creating ripples underwater. He's got long oil-colored hair that falls just below his upper chest. His eyes study my diving suit and goggles. "You know the sharks could've killed you," he mutters, taking a drag of his joint.
"You're- you-" I stutter out, but the merman simply holds a hand up.
"I know what I am. Now I've got to kill you for seeing me. Don't know why you bothered diving near my island."
I pull my goggles down to my neck to get a better look at the man. "Because new scenery. I can't be diving in the same places all the time. Are you going to kill me because I might expose you?"
"Naturally," he says nonchalantly. I wade in a little closer.
"What if I don't expose you?"
"I can't trust you." He glares at me.
"What if you could?"
He raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn't seem too shocked that I was basically begging for my life. I swim to his side and lean on the rock, moving my legs up and down in the water. "I'm Anubis," I chime, putting my hand out. He shakes it warily.
"Jean."
"Well, Jean, consider me your new human friend."
ill fucking continue this later

im crying anyway

HAPPY NEW YEARS TAMMY!!!!!!!!!!

its ok me too happy new years ok time for part two of mermaids

He doesn't let me out of sight, which I guess I understand.
I don't mind not being able to go back to shore, no one would miss me anyways. I was completely and utterly alone there. But, here, I have the ocean and creatures and Jean.
If I had met Jean without seeing his tail, I'd almost be convinced he's human. Almost. He is fluent in English and knows a lot about human customs which surprises me. While I'm sitting on my boat one, he's telling me about stories he would listen to from humans and the times he'd swim towards the docks. Jean floated next to the boat, still.
"Humans are so peculiar. The two things you and I have in common - besides basic necessities - are drugs and music. Human music is much better, but nothing beats seaweed," he rants as he watched me take a bite of my sandwich. I always have extra food in my boat just in case, but I'm starting to run out. I'm not sure what Jean expects me to do after, or if he was waiting for me to die. I lift my legs out of the water and take off the fins, causing a suspicious glare from Jean.
"Chill, I'm not going to run away," I mutter. "You can't be talking up seaweed so much without letting me try some."
He smirks. "I have a large supply. Free, too, unlike your trashy greedy humans have it."
"You can say that again." Before I can continue, he sinks underwater and disappears. I furrow my brow, realizing that I'm alone for the first time. I decide to take this chance and change into normal clothes and let my skin breathe. I rummage through a box and grab some cargo shorts, slipping it on quickly. From the reflection in the mirror, I realize I look like shit. My hair is pointing in all different directions and I look awfully pale and bony. It's only been about three days. I take a sip of the water bottle next to the clothes box. That's my last water bottle.
Jean splashes up behind me. "That was quick," I call.
He reveals a rolled up piece of dry seaweed and hands it to me when I sit back down at the edge of the boat. "You changed clothes?"
"Yeah?" I raise an eyebrow and accept the seaweed, pulling out my lighter to light it. To be honest, I feel kind of silly. Out of all the mermaid lore and jokes, why is this part true?
"Looks fucking stupid. You'd look better with a tail."
I exhale a spiral a smoke whilst rolling my eyes. "You'd look better with legs," I retaliate. "And less scales."
He splashes water onto my torso, careful not to put out my joint. "Hey!" I yell and kick water back at him. We go at each other for awhile and conclude that my ideal tail would be maroon colored.

My favorite thing to do with Jean is swim around the coral reef, partly because I didn't have to listen to his insults and partly because I'm beyond mesmerized by how he swims. Much like a dolphin, he'd glide over sharks and expertly swim in spirals around giant coral arches. He's quite a show-off, but the way the sunlight glimmered on the golden part of his tail made it quite worth it.
The next day, Jean is relaxing in the cave, and I'm standing outside the pool, inspecting the cave walls. I discover a tunnel that I assumed might lead to the top of the island, but I don't explore it yet.
"I ran out of water to drink," I say to Jean. He squints his eyes.
"So?"
I study my hands and dig a nail into my finger. The skin indents for longer than it should. My mouth is unnaturally dry and nausea was creeping behind me for the past ten hours. I'm dehydrated. "I'll die, GG. I also have to go pay my bills and apologize to my boss for skipping work for 5 days. Do you trust me now?"
He slowly turns his head towards me. "Trust you? No. Never."
"So you're going to kill me anyways?"
"Yes," he deadpans.
"Alright then," I challenge. "Do it. Right now. Kill me."
Jean glares at me, knowing that he can't kill me. I'm standing too far away from the pool for him to touch me. I don't know what my plan is. My boat is too far away for me to swim to it, Jean would beat me in a second. I don't know the ocean floor well enough to form a strategy, but I most definitely didn't want to die. I must have taken a step towards the tunnel, because Jean suddenly starts talking.
"Fine. Go. But on one condition."
"What?" I say, rubbing my hands together nervously.
"Come back with a cat."
I gaze at him with curiosity. "A what?"

DO NOT DROWN PRINCE I WILL KILL YOU

I'm getting a call from Jean, except it doesn't say his name, but somehow I know it's Jean. I pick up.
"Hello."
"Olliver? It's me."
I cock my head as if he can see. "What?"
"Anubis?"
He hangs up. I stare at my phone and shrug. The door opens and Jean walks in with a cigarette in his mouth. He breathes out, but no smoke comes out with his breath, but I don't notice. "How was work?" I say.
He glares at me and pulls out his gun. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
"I'm Anubis, silly goose!" I smile.
Prince crawls onto my arm and smiles too. He nods to Jean and meows, and Jean lowers the gun. "I called you just now," he mutters.
"Yeah, and you hung up on him," Prince retorts. Prince talks? I look at the cat curiously, but Jean does not react.
"But you hung up on me," I say. Jean eyes me.
"No, I hung up on Olliver."
"Jean, I don't understand."
I blink, and there are footsteps, but no one is walking. Suddenly, Jean appears by my side. "The simulation is glitching, Anubis."
I wake up in a panic. It is a dream? I look over to see Prince sleeping soundly beside me. His claws are growing longer. He opens one eye and pounces! I look at my mirror to investigate the scratch he gave me. I feel blood drip down my face, but the mirror whispers to me. It tells me there is no scratch. Jean knocks on the door.
"Did Prince scratch your left cheek?" he asks. I reach up and tell him it's my right cheek that's scratched. He shrugs and murmurs something about my freckles falling off. Maybe I heard him wrong.
"I had another nightmare," I whisper in fear. Jean sits down next to me and we both stare into the mirror together. "I can't remember it."
"The mirror is wrong. You're not blonde, Anubis, you have red hair," Jean points out.
My eyes flicker to Jean in confusion, then back to the mirror. "What do you mean? The mirror says I have red hair. Is your sight alright?"
Jean slaps me. "Don't let them get to you, fool. You're going insane. You don't have red hair and the mirror does not talk. I think it's time we move out of Ohio. Something's wrong."

This is like forcing a bot to read everything on Jeanubis and writing an AU of it's own

I FUCKING LUAGHED I SHOULD FUCKING WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAHAHH

THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR THOUGH THANK YOU

I WAS LIKE this isnt cryptic but it has such a specific vibe and im not srue what it is… BUT NOW I KNOW

just introduce this thing with

welcome to night vale

LMAOOO omg i need to keep listening to that

trust me i'm writing chapter 4 ok school got me fucked up

now i know what ur thinking

aloe it's almost midnight why are u awake

ur absolutely right goodnight

(Murder House AU Chap 4

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"The hell is she talking about?" Jean snaps, but the realization hit me when my gaze locks on something sitting on one of the crates; a container of gasoline, sitting next to my lighter. I haven't found any cameras yet, but I can still somehow feel her eyes fixated on me. I approach the items slowly, reaching a hand out to grab my lighter.

"I apologize for stealing that from you. You don't mind, right? Of course you don't, you never really cared about anything, am I right?"

She chimes, a tinge of pride in her voice as Jean's gaze follows me. The fact that she's never been wrong yet pissed me off. Jean's tense silence admits that he probably trusts her guesses considering she wasn't wrong about him. So he is a murderer…?
I aggressively grab the gasoline, opening the lid as the voice continues pushing my buttons.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you. You really are a slave to your addiction."

That's not my motive. The door is locked, and the smell in here only grows stronger and harder to breathe in here. Burning the bodies is my only option out of here.
"You know that's not why I'm doing this." I utter, avoiding eye contact with Jean as he appears visibly intrigued.

"That's right, you're doing this because you're a good boy. Or at least, you like to pretend to be one. Are you sure you're not possessed by the devil?"

I don't respond, but instead hold up my lighter, edging closer to the door with Jean as the gasoline drips next to my foot.

"Hey, hey! Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Did you even bother to check who's in the crates?"

I sigh heavily, exasperated as I eye Jean.
"Do you know who was in the one you looked at?" Jean shrugs, not wanting to remember the image but recounting it anyway.
"Some blonde chick."
"How old was she?"

"Now, now, god of Death. This is your punishment, not Mr. White's. He will face judgement in due time."

I carefully and slowly lift the lid off the crate, my eyes almost watering from how terribly it smells. Her blonde locks covers her face, too much for me to be able to identify her by looking at her face.

"Oh, I don't mean to be so untidy. I suppose you could just move her hair, right Anubis?"

I stare at the head for a few moments before dropping the lid loudly, turning away and trudging back to Jean.
"I know who it is. Can we go now?" I utter, not waiting for an answer as I flick the lighter on and drop it, watching the flames erupt throughout the room. I turn my neck to look at Jean, who's eyes are lost in the warm glow.
I hear a click behind me, and try the door.
"Jean." I utter with a bit of urgency in my tone, snapping him out of what seemed to be a trance. He must have been deeply lost in thought. He follows me out the door, going down the hall in silence. Even the lady was silent. My pace shamefully had fallen behind Jean, but I somehow keep feeling his eyes on me. Is he thinking about me? Why do I feel like I'm being watched?
"Anubis?" His voice breaks the silence, and I could feel my heart rate skyrocket.
"Yeah?"
When I look up, Jean had stopped walking, and turned to face me. He gazes at me in silence, as if he knows his hesitation is too obvious to brush off by now.
"You got any idea how she got a hold of your lighter?"
Was that his original question? I shrug my shoulders, looking away as I continue walking with him.
"Must have dropped it."

"You two are quite boring, so many bottled emotions. It sickens me, but I guess I can understand."

Jean and I exchange glances as she continues. I could tell Jean had grown more stiff as we walked, but right now he looked most uncomfortable, as if he's been anticipating his half of whatever she's got planned. I wonder what it'll be.

"Anyway, up ahead is a wall of iron bars. Don't bother trying to get past them by sheer force. Physical bodies are limited, aren't they?"

Jean sighs heavily, not bothering to ask what the hell she meant by her last statement. As curious as I was about it, I didn't say anything.
"Shut the hell up and just tell me what I need to do."

"Ooh, eager to do as your told, Jean? You weren't so enthusiastic about following the rules when your parents were around. That's probably why they-"

"FUCK YOU!" Jean yells, causing me to flinch and jump back, cautious about being near him. He was clearly angry, and I didn't want to make it worse.

"Punch Anubis."

She uttered. My eyes widened and I held my hands up defensively as I lock eyes with a rabid Jean. I shake my head and take a few steps back, only to back against a wall. Was that wall there before? I could hear the girl laughing.

"Now that's the kind of entertainment I would pay to see! No more bottled emotions, let out that anger, Jean."

"Jean, plea-"
His fist comes into contact with my left cheek in the middle of my failed attempt at stalling him. The impact sends me to the floor, dizzy and holding a hand up to my face, feeling blood staining my fingertips.
While I recovered on the ground, Jean kicked me in the ribs, a small crack sounding from my chest. I curl as my arms rap around my stomach, attempting to catch my breath as I cough, blood spattering on the floor. I look up at Jean, who's eyes seem emptied.
As he drew his leg back for another kick, I noticed something sparkle in his eyes, like a hint of hesitation or regret. He kicked my arms, but a little less harder this time. I closed my eyes in anticipation for the next one, holding my breath as I resist the urge to cough, but the next impact never comes.
"Open the damn bars, bitch."
The girl is silent, but the bars sink into the floor as Jean turns around to me, holding his hand out for me.
"No hard feelings, right?"
I take his hand and pull myself up, wiping my bloodied lip with the sleeve of my shirt.
"I…don't know."

"I remember a while ago, when Jean and I were yelling at each other for whatever reason, something… happened. I got real fucking livid and I raised my hand, you know? I didn't hit him or anything. But, he flinched. He never flinches. I wish I had noticed back then. Maybe nothing would change if I did, but it hurts a little to know he hid it for so long. We had to have been kids when that happened. Thank God I didn't hit him."

this hurts bc of how canon it is

Jean,,,,ur hair,,,AU

I take another swig of the whiskey, rubbing my already shakey hands as I try everything to avoid pulling out the lighter. The problem with Jean and I is that no one would notice if we went missing, so Jean decided to take this shady job alone. I told him I could do it no problem, but he insisted he would rather do it. It's been a week now, and he's still missing. Even Prince noticed; he's stopped eating. I had to pull myself from the computer to keep from searching from him for another four consecutive hours. I didn't even want to imagine what they'd done to him; at this point I just wanted to find him alive. I had already over analyzed his behavior before and after he accepted the job; there was nothing out of the ordinary. I've done everything I can think of and I haven't even scratched the surface on whoever or whatever has Jean.
It's noon, just around sunset, and I needed to have dinner. I was about ready to stand up and start searching again when the front door swung open, hitting the wall behind it. I gaze down the hall to see his figure, but his stance and body language communicated everything except Jean. It wasn't until he walked into the kitchen light that I noticed it.
"Jean, your hair…"
His long, usually tied in a bun hair had been chopped off messily, all that was left was a few inches of hair framing his head. Bruises, wounds, and burn marks covered his body as he stares through the floor. He hasn't looked at me since he walked in.
"Do you need he-"
"I took care of it."
The voice that interrupts me may have come out of his mouth, but it wasn't Jean. What the hell happened in just a week? What did they do to him? Who is this stranger that just entered the house? Prince looked just as confused.
"What?" I inquire.
"The job. It's done. We'll get the money this weekend."
"How much? Was it worth all this? All they did to you?"
Jean tilts his head upwards to look at me, causing me to notice what used to be a scruff was now a beard on his face. His eyes held nothing but deprivation.
"Nothing has ever been 'worth' anything. Nothing fucking matters."
He turns to the hallway and into his room. He calmly closes the door, but something tells me he lost his demeanor once the door clicked closed. I heard his knees hit the ground, I heard him punch the floor a few times. I stared at the ground in utter shock.

ok first of all lemme just preface this and tell u my sister helped write this you'll know which part she wrote when u see it

Jean Do u Need Glasses AU

"Jean!" I yell as he draws his gun, firing three shots before hitting the man that stood behind him. As he approaches me I furrow my brow at him.
"What's with your aim? Are you drunk?" Jean brushes me off as he shakes his head, stepping into the driver's side of the car.
"I don't get drunk on the job." He starts the car, a little tense but he seemed to shake it off to hide his discomfort.
"I know that, but you don't normally miss."
"Hey, how about you shut up?"
I adjust my position in the seat as we drive home, the night sky riddled with stars. I stare out the window tiredly as we come up to our exit, but to my surprise, Jean doesn't take it. I lift my head out of my hand and turn to him.
"You missed our exit."
"No I didn't."
I sit up, confused by his behavior as I gesture behind us.
"That was exit 36a, did you not see it?"
Jean's sureness that we didn't miss our exit had me a little paranoid. Did he have other plans in mind? Where is he going?
"Are you sure that wasn't exit 35?"
Jean asks, hindering my theory that Jean was confident in his internal GPS.
"I'm positive. See, look exit 36b is up ahead."
Jean sighs, defeated as he exits on 36b. As we get home, Jean throws the keys onto the counter and heads to his room, supposedly to shower.
"Oh, by the way, Jameson plans on paying in person with cash. I'll schedule a meet u-"
"Jameson?"

"yeah?" he replied with eager
"fuck me ?"
"okay"

"Yeah, you know, our client?"
"It's Johnson."
Jean's eyes only grow more frustrated as he pulls out his phone, searching through a few things as I watch him slowly hold the phone closer to his face.
"Jean, do you…"
"No."
"GG, I think you need glasses."
"I don't, I'm just tired."
I roll my eyes at him and shrug as he closes his bedroom door. Okay, Jean, sure. Whatever.

which one got u hurt

lmao they both hurt to write:')

i dont need glasses ur just blurry

AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW LMAO DON'T WORRY THAT ONE'S JUST AN AU but i honestly wish i wrote more of Jean actually breaking down emotionally bc boi they really did break him