Has anyone considered an au where Yue Qingyuan lets his worst impulses win and once he's sure Shen Qingqiu has amnesia and isn't possessed he just...starts acting like he and Shen Qingqiu are in a relationship?
And Shen (Yuan) Qingqiu goes along with it because he doesn't want to blow his cover. It's not bad or anything just not what he thought he was getting into. It explains a lot of Yue Qingyuan's motivation actually, why didn't you include this Airplane!?
jerejean warriors i respect and i love you i truly do but how did that pairing even get so big while jeanee has 45 fics total. again i truly love and respect u however i wish i could take some of the jerejean fame and transmute it to jeanee.... i want what u have
I see the change as the alcohol seaps into his brain. Clouding up his thoughts. It's poison on his tongue. It lashes out, gutting me with those painful words. He stares at me and I stare back into the face of a stranger. I don't know who he is when he drinks. And I forget who he was before he picked up the bottle.
Summary: Five definitely fucked up somehow, thanks to that you were alone for a long time until you found Diego again, and now you had to go save his ass.
A/N: This was so fun to write! I genuinely loved this concept so so much so thanks anon!
Warnings: cursing, mentions of stalking, slight spiciness towards the end.
“What a fucking idiot.” You laughed as your coworker read a newspaper story about some guy that ended up in a mental hospital and had tried to break out several times. “So why did they take him in anyways?”
“Oh, he was rambling to everyone on the street about the president getting killed or something.” You instantly lifted your head from the cereal boxes you were holding. Could it be? You had landed alone and you didn’t know where the others were, but the only ones who knew JFK would die were those who came from the future, meaning Diego, his siblings, and you.
A wave of excitement came over your body as you thought about seeing a familiar face. “Can I see that?” He handed the newspaper and you almost dropped it. There he was, his hair and beard way longer than what you remembered but it was still him, the love of your life was staring back at you with that murderous look of his, and you knew exactly where to find him.
You took your apron off and ran out of the store. “Y/N what’s wrong?!” Your coworker screamed at you.
“That’s my fucking idiot!” You yelled back with tears streaming down your face.
You hadn’t expected to see him any time soon, in fact you thought you would never see him again but how could you not know the moment you heard that? Who else would try to stop the president from getting killed? Certainly not Klaus or Vanya.
You smiled to yourself at the thought of finding everyone, you missed them all, but the first stop was your boyfriend.
You had met Diego during one of his vigilante nights. You worked as a waitress at a bar which was pretty cool actually, you often had to endure catcalls but the payment was enough for your needs.
There was a problem though, your neighborhood was terribly dangerous, especially at the end of your shift, so that one night you were headed for your apartment, bag clutched under your arm when you noticed someone was following you. You started walking faster until you thought you lost them, but when you looked back there was a man pinned to the wall with some knives and another one punching him in the face. He ended up walking you home, and started doing so every night until one time he asked you out and you couldn’t say no, you fell for him the moment you saw him standing there with his funny looking suit and his angry eyes.
And of course, his ability with knives was quite... appealing, to say the least.
And so, after living together for a while he asked you to come with him to his dad’s funeral, which ended on you trying to stop the apocalypse with no special gifts or powers, which in turn ended up with you landing on an alley in 1962, completely alone.
As you stood by the doors of the asylum you thought of how much you’d love to have Allison’s rumor sometimes, at least with that you wouldn’t have to convince any guards of letting you in.
Or maybe you could use a different strategy...
You smiled mischievously as a young nervous nurse passed by your side, a rookie. “Perfect” you thought to yourself.
“Hey could you help me? I think I’m lost.” You gave her your most innocent look right before punching her on the jaw, just like Diego had taught you to.
You dragged her to an empty alley and stared at her angelic face, poor naïve little thing. You stripped, switching clothes with her and hiding her behind an old mattress before walking towards the hospital again, this time with a lot more confidence and an ID on your hand.
Doris it read. “Wish me luck, Doris.” You whispered to it as you were about to reach the gate. You might not have been Allison but you were a great liar, you just hoped that was enough to get you to your boyfriend.
Except, no one was there, there were no guards around and a loud siren started sounding along with gunshots. Gunshots? Shit. You started climbing the gates with the useless, uncomfortable nurse uniform, ripping the skirt and staining it with rust from the aged cold metal you were climbing.
You sighed when you reached the top worriedly looking at the silhouettes of some men with big ass shotguns. “No!” You screamed as you fell from the scare of more gunshots. Thankfully, you fell on top of mud, which stained you whole but prevented you from breaking your spine. You stood quickly and started running to where you saw the men in the windows because you just fucking knew if you found trouble, you would find Diego.
And you were right.
You had no idea of where you were, you had just ran underground behind some armed guards, but when you were finally able to catch up with them, they were gone, and instead you found him.
“Diego?” He turned around instantly at the sound of your voice, and ran towards you with tears in his eyes as soon as he saw you. You jumped on him and hugged him like never before, not giving three fucks about your makeup staining his white shirt or your skirt lifting over your butt.
“What are you doing here?” He exclaimed, not letting go of your form.
“I’m saving you, you dumbass!” You laughed as he set you down and placed his hands on your cheeks, as if he wanted to check if you were real.
“I hate to ruin this but we still have to run if we wish to live.” Said a girl with a british accent that you hadn’t noticed before.
“Who are you?” You asked as you took Diego’s hand and started following her.
“I’m Lila, and I believe you’re famous Y/N.” She gave you a wide smile that scared you a bit, you’d ask Diego about the fact that you were seemingly breaking out a crazy lady from the sanatory when you were alone.
After running for quite a while, Lila stole a car for you which finally gave you some space to talk things through.
“So how’d you find me?” He asked with genuine curiosity, the poor thing had no idea.
“Your face is on every newspaper baby, they’re calling you a cuban exile with hallucinations.”
“Cuban?” He seemed more offended by the nationality change than the other accusations, which you found a bit silly, if you were being honest.
“How long were you in there?” You worriedly ran your hands through his now shoulder length hair.
“A month or so, he caused quite some chaos, you know? That’s a wild one you got there girl.” Lila answered for him making you laugh, you were starting to take a liking to the strange woman.
“You look so damn hot on that uniform.” He mouthed to you so Lila wouldn’t notice his dirty talk.
“Wait till you see what’s underneath.” You mouthed back winking at him and smiling as he raised his eyebrows.
You took his hand and rubbed circles on it, knowing everything would be fine now that you were together.
