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purplephantomwolf · 2 days ago
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Tethered Time
Logan Sargeant Soulmate AU
Chapter Two
Synopsis: Everyone has a timer on their wrist. It counts down the time until you hear your soulmates voice for the first time. After you hear their voice, it changes to the time until you meet them for the first time.
Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.
Warnings for this chapter: None
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
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I AM REWRITING THIS FROM AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER SO IF I MISSED ANYTHING I AM SORRY AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW. This is the last chapter as an OC rewrite.
December 25, 2022
10 months 4 days
     “We have one last gift for you, Y/n,” your mom says, handing you an envelope. You grab it from her, tearing it open. You look inside and drop it in shock. Multiple paddock passes fall out of it. 
     “Oh my god! You didn’t!!” You shout, picking them up. You see passes for multiple races. 
     “Since Logan is in Formula 1 now, we got you two passes for every race in North America but Las Vegas. We figured this would be a Christmas, birthday, and college graduation present all wrapped into one,” my dad says.
     “Thank you so much! This, this is amazing,” you grin. You launch yourself at your parents in a hug. They laugh and hug you back. You do a little happy dance, before grabbing the passes. You inspect them, grinning. 
     “We figured you’d take Tucker to at least one race,” your mom says. 
     “I will probably take him to every race, considering you guys don’t like watching it,” you shrug. Your parents nod. You set your passes down, grabbing your phone to call Tucker. 
     “Merry Christmas!” He greets you. 
     “How would you like to go to four Formula 1 races this year?” You ask, not bothering to greet him. The line goes silent. “Tucker?” You prompt him. 
     “Are you serious?” He shrieks in your ear. You pull your phone away from your ear, wincing. 
     “Yes, I’m serious. My parents got me two passes to almost every race in North America this year,” you tell him, grinning. 
     “Yes! YES! I would love to go!” He yells, causing you to pull your phone away from your ear again. “Where do we sit at each of them?!” He asks, excited. 
     “They’re paddock passes,” you explain. You pull your phone away again, knowing he’s about to yell again. 
     “HOLY SHIT, Y/N! TELL YOUR PARENTS I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH!” He screams. You turn to your parents, and they’re covering their laughter. 
     “We love you too, Tucker,” your mom calls out to him. 
     “I’ve got to go now, Y/n, but we will be discussing details of this later,” Tucker says. 
     “Sounds good. Merry Christmas, Tucker,” you say. He wishes you a merry Christmas before hanging up. You grab the passes to go put them somewhere safe. 
     You sprint down the stairs to thank your parents again. “Thank you again!” You hug them again. 
     “Of course, we want you to get every chance you can to meet Logan, so we thought this would be good,” your mom says. Your dad nods in agreement. 
     You smile at them before starting to mess around with the new camera lens they got you. 
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May 5, 2022
5 months 24 days
     “I can’t believe we’re actually in Miami to watch a Formula 1 race,” Tucker says, his head going every which way as we enter the paddock. Your head is also turning every which way, trying to see everything you can.
     “I can’t believe it, too. Come on! Let’s go look at the hospitalities!” You grab his arm, dragging him towards where you can see the hospitalities. We spend the next 10 minutes looking into as many hospitality windows as possible. “This is so cool!” You laugh happily. 
     Tucker sees something and takes off. “Come on, Y/n!” He shouts over his shoulder. We’re in front of the Williams hospitality. You linger, not wanting to leave. You know that there’s still basically 6 months until you meet Logan, but you’re hopeful that you’ll still get a glimpse of him in person before then. “Y/n, let’s go! I want to get some Ferrari merch before it sells out!” Tucker calls out to me. 
     “I’m coming, I’m coming!” You say, turning to follow him. You take off after him, not looking back at Williams hospitality. You catch up with him and head towards the area selling merch. “I want to grab some Williams merch,” You say, when you arrive. You split up in the store to go to the different team sections. You grab a Logan hat and a Williams jacket and head towards the check out. Tucker appears behind you, and you laugh when you see his arms loaded with Ferrari merch. “Got enough merch?” You snicker. 
     “No, I need you to hold these for me,” he says, a serious look on his face. Your jaw drops in shock, before he breaks out in laughter. “I’m kidding, this is everything,” he says. You nod and you check out. 
     After checking out, you head up to the paddock club. You take a seat just as FP1 starts. 
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Logan’s POV
1 minutes 12 seconds
     I glance at my wrist and then around the hospitality. My timer says there’s only a minute left until I hear my soulmate's voice, but everyone around me are people I’ve talked to before. The door at the entrance opens, and I look up hopeful. I sigh in disappointment when James Vowels walks through the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hear a female’s voice say as the door closes. In an instant, I’m out of my seat, pushing past a confused James. My wrist is burning, but I ignore it. I slam the door open and sprint out. My head is whipping in every direction, trying to find the source of the voice. My face falls when I can’t pinpoint who the owner of the voice is. I glance down at my wrist and my face falls even more when I see 5 months and 24 days. 
     I head back inside the hospitality. I spot James and Alex standing at the door, watching me. “What’s the matter?” James asks me. 
     “I heard my soulmate’s voice, but I won't meet her for another 5 months, 24 days, and some hours and minutes,” I sigh. I get looks of pity from both Alex and James. I just shake my head and head downstairs to the garage. 
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Your POV
5 months 22 days
     “Man, what a disappointing race for Logan. To finish last at your home race must hurt,” Tucker sighs, as you walk out of the paddock. 
     “Yeah, I hope he has a good support system of friends to cheer him up,” you nod in agreement. 
     “If only you two had met before, you’re really good at cheering people up,” Tucker says, bumping shoulders with you. You grin, thanking him. 
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June 18, 2023
Canadian GP
4 months 11 days
     “No!” You shout when you see Logan’s car pull over to the side of the track. You groan, my head dropping into my hands. 
     “His car was giving off a critical error, so it’s good that he stopped,” Tucker shouts over the crowd of the noise and cars. You nod, letting him know you heard him. 
     “Still sucks though,” you grumble, arms crossed. You sigh and turn your attention back to the race. 
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October 22, 2023
COTA
7 days
     “How do you feel knowing you’ve got one week until you meet Logan?” Tucker asks as you lay in your beds at the hotel. 
     “Nervous, but excited. What if he doesn’t like me?” You turn to look at him. 
     “He’ll like you, it’s hard not to,” Tucker scoffs. His phone vibrates and he grabs it. 
    You turn away from him to stare at the ceiling. “Thanks, but can we talk about how amazing he did today?! He finished P12!” You exclaim. 
     “P10,” Tucker says. 
     Your head whips toward him, with a confused look on your face. “No, he finished P12.��
     “He may have finished P12, but he’s now P10 because Hamilton and Leclerc were just disqualified,” Tucker tells you, staring at his phone. He turns it towards you, and you read the article from Formula 1. 
     “OH MY GOD LOGAN JUST GOT HIS FIRST POINTS IN FORMULA 1!!!” You screech, flying out of bed. You do a little happy dance around the room. Tucker watches you, laughing. He holds his phone up, recording you. You stick your tongue out at him. “Yeah yeah, you can laugh. You’re just the same way when your boyfriend does something you’re proud of,” you wave your hand. 
     “I know,” Tucker grins, “This video is going to Carter.” 
     “Tell him hi for me,” you say, falling onto the bed. 
     “I will,” Tucker responds, typing away on his phone. 
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Logan’s POV
7 days
     “How do you feel about getting your first points?” Alex sits down across from me on the plane. 
     “Happy, excited,” I respond, grinning. I post the picture I took when learning that I earned points on Instagram. I subconsciously rub my fingers over the timer on my wrist. I notice Alex glancing at it. 
     “How much time is left?” He asks, leaning forward. 
     “7 days,” I breathe out. 
     His eyes widen, “Getting close then. Are you excited?”
     “Very, I’ve been waiting for this for years. But I’m also extremely nervous. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she doesn’t like what I do?” I rhetorically ask. 
     “Well, considering you heard her voice while at the Miami GP, and you meet her during the Mexico GP, I’m going to go with she likes what you do,” he points out. 
     “Yeah, you’re right. But that still doesn’t mean she’ll like me,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. 
     “I doubt she’ll dislike you, you’re a likable guy,” Alex says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “You’ve got this. It’ll be okay.”
     “Thanks, Alex,” I sigh, looking up at him. 
     “Of course,” he nods, getting up to go sit with his girlfriend, Lily. 
     I close my eyes to sleep on the flight to Mexico.
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onlyjjong · 1 day ago
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엔하이픈 --- EMAILS I NEVER MEANT TO SEND (PART 4)
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Dear Sunghoon,
I’m so nervous. On Tuesday, we’ll have the orchestra concert—and Miss Jeon, this morning, had suddenly told me that I have to replace Gaeul as concertmaster as she had an accident, broke her leg and was hospitalised, so she can’t play. I went to visit Gaeul just now, and she told me not to feel bad because I’m replacing her, but rather that I should feel proud because Miss Jeon knows that I’m capable enough to be a good concertmaster. 
I don’t know… I don’t know if I’ll play well enough.
Sent 10:12 AM, 20th October.
You adjust your sitting posture, taking a deep breath of the fresh air around you. You had walked over to the park to clear your thoughts. The concert that you’re going to play in as concertmaster is coming in less than two days, and since it is the biggest concert you’ve ever played in, you’re more nervous than you ever were. 
The weather is getting colder and colder with each passing day as winter approaches—so, even though your panicking thoughts prevented you from dressing as warmly you wished you did, you did at least wear one of Heeseung’s hoodies. 
Though, you kind of regret not grabbing a thicker coat. 
“Y/N!” you hear Jake’s voice, and as you look up, he’s already making his way towards you. 
“Hi,” he smiles as he greets you. “What are you doing out here alone? Without a coat, too.”
You shove your hands into the pockets of the hoodie, grinning sheepishly. “It’s okay, it’s not too cold.”
“You okay?” he asks as he takes a seat next to you. Jake looks a tad bit reluctant to do so, but the tension present in his features relaxes a little as you give him a reassuring smile. “You look a little off right now—I-I mean, like, you don’t have that kind of confidence I’d always see in your eyes, and your smile is less enthusiastic too–”
You laugh, patting Jake’s arm. “Okay, okay, I get it.”
Jake looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s October, but lately, he’s constantly thinking about you. Recently, all he’s curious about is if you’ve eaten, if you’re taking good care of yourself, if you’re feeling okay. 
Though, Jake knows that he’s just a friend. Jake knows, perfectly enough, that he’s just your deskmate, who you talk to only out of courtesy or when Sunghoon’s away. 
October is the month of plot twists and surprises, and for Jake, it is wishing that you would see him as something more. 
“I’m just wondering,” you begin, “if I’ll do good enough for the concert. I’m really, really nervous. I feel like my heart’s about to burst.”
“Oh?” Jake tilts his head slightly. “I think you’ll do okay.”
You lower your head. “I don’t think ‘okay’ is enough. I need this to be perfect—it’s my last orchestra concert, and-and I don’t think I’ve been practising as much as I wanted to, with all the studying–”
Jake grabs your hand and places it on his racing heart. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub.  “Here. Can you feel it?”
Too flustered—both from the sudden form of intimacy and the feeling of Jake’s heartbeats—to form any words, you simply nod. 
“This is how I feel every single time a basketball match is about to start, or whenever I’m with someone I enjoy being around,” Jake continues, “it’s as if my heart is running faster than I do… but anyway, my point is that it’s okay to feel nervous, even when you’re doing something you’ve done so many times. You’ve worked hard for this concert, right?”
Jake looks at you, directly in the eye, and he gives you a gentle smile. It’s reassuring and comforting, conveying to you more than his words did. 
“Yeah,” you mumble. 
“Then, you don’t have to be afraid,” Jake says, “you’ll do well—just like you always do. If you don’t believe in that, it’s okay. Just know that I believe in you. A lot of people do.”
“Thank you, Jaeyun,” you sigh, after taking a few minutes to process Jake’s words—and the fact that you’re sitting there, with him, hand in hand. 
It gives you tingles, exciting your nerves—Jake’s presence is gentle and warm, even if it’s a little sudden and abrupt. You enjoy being around him, and seeing another side to the well-known basketball talent—who’s always seen as someone who is carefree and laid-back. Honestly, you’re surprised to find out that the caring side of Jake was so much more than just smiling frequently at people. You’re surprised to find that Jake is a soul made out of compassion and kindness, and you’re ever so grateful to befriend someone like him. 
“My pleasure,” he replies, squeezing your hand once. “I’m-I’m glad to be of help.”
You let go of his hand, standing up. “I’m going to go home and practise some more,” you tell Jake, who’s listening to you attentively. “I’ll see you later?”
“Alright—you don’t want me to walk you home?”
You shake your head, “it’s okay, I can manage.”
Jake nods, and waves you goodbye. 
Today’s the day of the concert. I’m very scared, but I’ll try to shrug it off. I woke up super early today, despite not being able to sleep that well last night. I’m all dressed, I did my hair and makeup for school; I even have the dress for the concert all ready. I already double checked my violin and memorised my music sheets (even though I’ll be having them on display for the concert later)... but I just still feel so anxious.
Help me, Sunghoon, I don’t know what to do.
Sent 6:32 AM, 22nd October.
“Hi, Y/N,” Jake greets you, knocking you out of your train of thought. You look to your side and see him hopping off his bicycle, pushing it slowly to match your walking pace. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” you smile back, your cheeks itching due to the insincerity of the smile. “Where’s Danielle?” 
“She’s still at home,” Jake answers, “we don’t live too far away, so she’s always out at around half past seven.”
You nod, aware of what he’s talking about. “I see. Why are you out so early, though? It’s only seven o’clock.”
Jake chuckles. “Well I figured I had to start out early to catch up with you. Turns out my timing is perfect today. I always catch you at school already.”
“Yeah,” you give him a courteous smile. “I noticed that too.”
“So, how’ve you been doing?” Jake asks, after around five minutes of silence.  
“I’m fine,” you simply say. You’re lying, as who would be absolutely fine when they’ve got an extremely important and big event coming up in a few hours? Though, you didn’t feel the need to explain to Jake. 
“Are you?” he counters, an eyebrow raised in the following. “I’m really amazed if you truly are, considering that you’ve been balancing studying for midterms and national entrance exams—which at the same time, you’ve also been practising violin.”
You choke out some laughter. “You’ve been observant of me, huh? Don’t think that’s a little creepy?”
Satisfaction and a little bit of guilt washes through you as you delightfully watch Jake’s eyes widen. “I-oh my,” he stumbles over his words the same way he’s tripping on air out of pure embarrassment. He quickly catches up with you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come off as a creep, Y/N. I’m just quite… observant, that’s all.”
You chortle, feeling in the mood to tease the five feet nine inches dude walking beside you. “Are you?” you tease, mimicking his accent and the way he said it to you earlier, “then, Jaeyun, tell me what are the ten enzymes in the glycolysis process?”
Jake’s jaw drops wide open. “I-I mean–”
You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach to prevent it from bursting. “Gotcha. Knew you weren’t thoroughly observant.”
“Hey! That isn’t fair, you’re asking me about biology,” Jake pouts. “Who on earth would pay attention in Mrs Nelly’s class?”
“Y/N would.”
You pause in your tracks, shock sending chills throughout your body as you feel Sunghoon’s voice to your right. You look in his direction, and he’s already walking in synchronisation of your tempo. Sunghoon slides his arm around your shoulder, giving you a grin. “Good morning, princess,” he says casually. 
 You clear your throat, your cheeks coloured pink at the close vicinity. “Good morning, Hoon.”
“Good morning, Sunghoon,” Jake says plainly. 
“Oh, Jake?” Sunghoon tilts his head, giving the basketball jock a taunting yet innocent look—as if he’s just noticed his presence. “G’morning.” 
You manage to catch a glimpse of Sunghoon’s smug face: his left eyebrow raised and his slight  smile was evidently one-sided—directed straight to Jake. 
“Have you eaten breakfast, princess?” Sunghoon asks, turning back to you.
You shake your head, flexing your shoulders to adjust the position of both your backpack and your violin case backpack. “I don’t have the appetite.”
Both Sunghoon and Jake form a perplexed look simultaneously. Sunghoon smacks the back of your head feebly, rolling his eyes. “Yah! What did I tell you? Eat your breakfast!” he scolds, “do you want me to die?”
“What does my breakfast have to do with you dying?” you retort. 
“Well–” your best friend of 13 years pauses. “It doesn’t matter, but, c’mon,” he changes the topic, grabbing your hand. He glances at Jake, who’s biting his lips shut, before dragging you away. “Let’s get to school early so we can grab some breakfast.”
“Oomf–” you manage, stumbling. “See you later, Jaeyun!” you give Jake a wave with your free hand. Jake forms a smile upon seeing it, and in return, he waves. 
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“ARE YOU NERVOUS?” SUNGHOON ASKS AS THE TWO OF YOU ARE PACKING YOUR BAGS AT THE END OF THE DAY’S LESSONS. 
“Well, if you can’t tell,” you joke, zipping your school backpack shut. “Yes.”
Sunghoon runs a hand through his hair, smiling meekly. “I mean, you’re so good at the violin, so I didn’t think you’d be nervous.”
“Are you insane?” you gasp, smacking the 12th grader’s head. He blocks your hit effortlessly with his arm. “It’s my biggest concert as a freaking concertmaster!”
Sunghoon grins. “So? You’re going to ace it either way,” he grabs you, and before you could react, puts you in a headlock. “Won’t you?”
“Hey!” you scream, frantically pulling yourself away from him. Luckily for you, his grip is purposefully loose, so you quickly stand back on your feet. “What was that for?”
Sunghoon merely smiles—it’s gentler and comforting this time—as if he’s silently reassuring you that everything will go just fine. 
“Y/N,” Jake calls, shattering the moment you’re having with Sunghoon. You quickly turn to face him, unaware of the grim change in Sunghoon’s expression. Jake hands you a canned ice lemon tea. “Here, um, I don’t know if you like lemon tea or not–”
“I do!” you animatedly beam. Jake sighs in gratitude.
“–thank God. anyway, um, I got these for you… my grandma said that tea’s good for calming your nerves down,” Jake continues. 
“The sugar will make her energetic anyway,” you hear Sunghoon mutter grumpily behind you. You’re not sure if Jake hears it, because the smile on his face is unwavering. 
“Thanks,” you say. Jake nods, and before he can say anything in reply, Sunghoon snatches the can of ice lemon tea in your hand. 
“This looks good,” he muses, his smirk evident. You turn towards him, confused. What is he really trying to do? “I’m gonna have some, eh?”
You wear your backpack, shrugging. “You do you, Park Sunghoon. I’m going to go now, I’ve got to get ready for the concert.”
“Wait up!” Sunghoon exclaims, running after you. 
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SUNGHOON RUNS INTO THE WAITING AREA, 15 MINUTES BEFORE THE CONCERT STARTS. He tries to spot you��or simply anyone he knows to help him find you. He sees plenty of people: a group of violinists, another group of people tuning their cellos and violas. His eyes scan through the crowd, and spots you in a corner, pacing here and there to calm yourself down.  
“Y/N,” he says, a little softer than he intended. You turn around—the ankle-length black skirt creating a flower around you as it swirls, your hair gently hitting your face. Sunghoon clears his throat in an attempt to drive away the fluttering butterflies in his stomach. 
“Oh, you look beautiful,” he blurts out, leaving you wide-eyed and as flustered as he is. 
“T-thanks,” you manage. 
Sunghoon takes a deep breath, hesitating at the last minute. He brings out his arms and pulls you into a hug, embracing you in his warmth; at the same time stepping over the line he’s placed between himself and you. He lingers around longer than you expect him to, and when he finally pulls away, the tip of his ears are flushed red. 
“You’ll do great,” Sunghoon whispers, squeezing your shoulders in hopes of channelling the confidence he has in your ability, to you. “I know that.”
You smile warmly at him. 
This is why you can’t stop falling in love with him—Park Sunghoon—your own best friend. He knows you so well, probably even more than you know yourself. He knows exactly when you need anything, and perfectly how you need things. He makes you feel like it’s so easy to befriend you—like loving you is the easiest thing in the world, even if it was platonic. 
Everything is simple and easy when you’re with Sunghoon. 
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Dear Sunghoon, 
I hope you’re doing okay. National state exams are coming in less than a week, and I’m a total nervous wreck. I’ve been studying every single day, but I don’t know… I wish I planned things out better. I don’t know if I’ve memorised everything, if I’ve reviewed everything, and if I’ve done enough practice questions. 
I’m laughing at myself right now. So ironic, right? I’m Decelis Academy’s prodigy, the so-called “academic weapon” of our school, but I can’t even get studying right. 
I haven’t been studying properly these past few days. I can’t even open my eyes… my head hurts and nothing makes sense. I don’t know, Sunghoon. I wish burnout didn’t exist. And I sincerely hope that you’re not going through the same thing as me. 
Sent 12:48 PM, 9th November. 
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Hoon,
Why am I like this? Why can’t I study properly? Every passing minute I feel more like a failure. Why can’t I memorise anything? I’m so dumb. So stupid. 
I don’t know anymore.
Sent 8:03 AM, 10th November.
Sunghoon grabs a coat and quickly heads out of his house, desperate to get fresh air. Studying has gotten his head clogged, and for the first time in a while, he believes that burnout is real. He hasn’t even been to two weeks of hockey practice, and that is significant for someone like Sunghoon. 
He grabs his smartphone out of his pocket and opens one of the only pinned contacts in his messages—you. He’s worried; you haven’t texted him back in three days. And knowing you, Sunghoon guesses that you probably forgot to respond to him due to your intense studying. 
Since he’s already out and about to talk a walk, he might as well grab a refresher or two and visit you. Sunghoon stops by a cafe near your school, one that he specifically knew to always have your favourite strawberry danish. He buys two of them along with two cups of lemon sprite, swiftly catching a taxi to arrive at your house faster. 
After sitting down, Sunghoon texts you. 
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And to his surprise, he gets a response within three minutes. 
Though, it wasn’t from you. 
   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ sunghoon, this is heeseung
   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ y/n’s in the hospital
   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ she collapsed 
   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the doctor said it’s bc she hasn’t eaten the past few days
Sunghoon feels his heart stop for a split second. His world starts spinning as his eyes widen in shock. His hands start to shake, making it hard for him to type a response to Heeseung. Fear starts to creep up on him, and malicious thoughts fill his brain. 
Sunghoon shakily calls out to the driver to change the route and bring him to the hospital—his heart banging loudly against his chest every second of it.
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obsessive-reylin · 3 days ago
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Okok, so this is a little different from the story, but—!
What if Y/N was the one who was sick and was Liam's patient? But...also never reciprocated any feelings for Liam because maybe Y/N was already with someone? :3
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Absolutely love the idea, never thought about this scenario honestly. Thank you so much for this request🖤 Hope it is to your liking.
And sorry in advance for it being short and that it took so long. I felt unmotivated to do literally anything in life, including this. So for now I'm publishing kind of a part one and then when I get back to feeling normal I will finish it completely.
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TW: heart disease, operation, gaslighting,
The yandere content that I’m writing is absolutely in no way me promoting this type of behaviour. I do not romanticise it; this is just a way for me to explore the more darker side of my writing. If you do relate to these characters or think that it’s romantic, please seek help.
You are welcome to send asks/requests about my existing characters or others. Just make sure to read my rules.
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When Liam announced you the news of your sickness, he could almost read your mind, the thoughts that were swirling inside of you like a hurricane. He understood your emotions, who would want to hear that they wouldn’t survive if they don’t get a heart transplant ? But he couldn’t help but feel that he needed to be your saviour, it went beyond his duty as your doctor. No, it was something deeper than that, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Nevertheless, he decided that he needed to return to his old habits for you, meaning that he couldn’t wait for someone to give their heart to you, he had to take it himself. It was fairly easy actually; he knew so many people that nobody cared about, people whose disappearance wouldn’t raise any suspicions. He didn’t like doing the extra work, killing, cleaning up the flat, getting rid of the evidence, making sure that the appearance of a new heart wouldn’t raise any suspicions. But seeing your smile when he announced that you could have a heart transplant, it was all worth it.
What was not worth, at all, was seeing you hug that pathetic excuse of a man that called himself your boyfriend. Did he really need to come along with the rest of the family ? In Liam’s eyes, he looked more like an emotional support pet more than anything else, much less a boyfriend. Liam practically stormed off your room when he heard about your relationship. “Boyfriend ? He wasn’t even in her emergency contacts. I bet they haven’t been together that long, and their relationship won’t even last !”
And at that he stopped. He did eavesdrop a bit when your family was visiting before, he heard that you got with someone two months ago, which for him wasn’t really that long. He could take that to his advantage, who wasn’t ghosted at the start of a relationship ? The disappearance of that guy wouldn’t raise any suspicions, and Liam will be able to finally have you all to himself.
To say he expected more emotions from you when it’s been a week since you last spoke to your boyfriend was a misunderstanding, it was like you didn’t care at all. Sure, you didn’t really know that he was dead at the time, but he really expected more emotions out of you, who acted so calmly when a guy they’ve been seeing for two months just ghosts them ? So, when you came back to the hospital for some checkups, he decided to ask.
“Nobody this time with you ? I think your boyfriend visited you quite often while you were sick” Liam asked while looking at the test results.
“He ghosted me. Weird honestly, he seemed into me, I think.”
He let out a chuckle. He knew the guy was into you, which is why he took such drastic measures to get rid of him, otherwise he could’ve just paid the guy to not speak to you. But oh well, he didn’t mind. Even a slight chance of being closer to you was more than enough motivation for him, he didn’t graduate from university because it was easy.
After he finished all of your checkups, he clocked out of work because of “personal emergencies”, it being stalking you until you arrived home. He didn’t really like it, it was too small for his taste. He wanted you to live somewhere classier, like his house, you only deserved the best after all, and this was definitely not it.
“If only I could somehow take care of you, my darling… You deserve it more than anyone else in the world.”
And with that, Liam got another amazing idea, he was going to make you sick on purpose again ! What a better way to take care of you than have you dependent on him as long as he wanted. He could finally be close to you and nobody was going to stop him from reaching his happy ever after.
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Star Patient: Chapter 9 (FINISHED SERIES, final chapter)
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WARNING: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), descriptions of self-harming, accusations of cheating, child death, death of major and minor characters, OC's are used throughout the story for plot and depth, reader is in denial and paranoid, toxic family dynamics, perversive thoughts, reader is bipolar (not saying that in a quirky way, like literally bipolar), religious comparisons, light mention of demons, stalkers, nonconsensual drugging, minor implication of necrophilia, possibly more to add.
Inaccurate canon-timeline and setting (this is before Ashley and Andrew murdered their parents). They also live in America (because I wasn't aware they lived in Europe prior to this series).
Reader has a small fear of adult men/rape and has a history of suicide attempts.
Incest is not Wincest.
Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader:
Wordcount: 14,100+ words
Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, final chapter (current).
Want to listen to music while reading? Check out the Star Patient's Official Playlists! Multiple different playlists and genres!
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        (Y/N) arrived at the hospital feeling refreshed for the first time in a long while. She’s had a couple weeks to heal from her accident, and she was paid the whole time too! 
        Now she’s back at work and ready to get back to it. She fixed the star patterned lanyard around her neck and fixed her undershirt’s long sleeves. 
        She exited her car and locked the door, walking into the hospital lobby. She walked to the elevators and pressed the button for pediatrics. When the doors opened, she left the elevator and walked into the staff room, checking in. 
        She made her way to Doctor Ryan’s office and waited a moment to make sure there was no patient in the room before knocking. The door opened as Doctor Ryan’s head peeked out, a confused expression on his face before his eyes widened.
        “Oh my god! Hey!” he smiled, quickly opening the door all the way. “Come on in!”
        “Hi, sir.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m back and ready to work!”
        “That’s great! These weeks felt so strange without you.” Doctor Ryan spoke. “Do you understand how hard it is to try and talk with Ruby? God, she bores me.” He groaned, causing (Y/N) to laugh.
        “Yeah. Ruby’s just Ruby.” (Y/N) smiled.
        “So, how are you feeling?” he questioned. “You’ve had enough time to heal up, right?”
        “Yep.” (Y/N) nodded, smiling. “I’m perfectly fine! I’ll be having my staples and stitches removed after work today.”
        “That’s great to hear!” Doctor Ryan beamed. “Just take it easy, okay? Don’t go lifting any heavy things like chairs or stuff; I can do that. And take some sitting breaks.”
        “I’m fine, it wasn’t that bad.” (Y/N) reassured, albeit she did feel warm inside knowing her superior was worried about her. “It stopped hurting after a few days, so it was just letting the wounds heal over.” She lied.
        “Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Doctor Ryan smiled. “Oh, before I forget!”
        He moved over to his counter, bending down and unlocking the lock on the cabinet before opening it, pulling out a basket. The small basket had some packets and wrapped candy bars, along with fake orchids.
        "I got you some chocolates and flowers! If you're allergic to coco or milk, I have this replica of hot chocolate powder that tastes like hot chocolate, but doesn't have any milk or coco! People are so smart nowadays!” Doctor Ryan explained. “Oh, and don't worry, I checked with the missus first, so she won't be mad at me!" Doctor Ryan cooed over his wife.
        “Tell her I said thank you. And thank you to you too.” (Y/N) smiled, accepting the basket and placing it on the counter. “But you didn’t have to do this. I was only gone for about two or three weeks.”
        “I never realized how much I enjoyed your company around this place.” Doctor Ryan sighed. “I mean, seriously. Ruby could never.” 
        “What about Agatha?” (Y/N) questioned. “Wasn’t she here?”
        “Taking vacation. She just divorced her husband, so she’s sunbathing in the Bahamas.” Doctor Ryan explained.
        “About time.” (Y/N) scoffed. “Her husband was a dick and all he knew was how to use it.”
        “Careful, don’t let our boss hear that.” Doctor Ryan chuckled. “That’s potty language.” 
        “Oops.” (Y/N) hummed, though she wasn’t sorry in the slightest.
        “Ready for today? We have six scheduled, and walk-in’s from there.” Doctor Ryan explained, picking up his computer. “First one comes in 20 minutes for an annual check-up and flu shot. Let’s get everything situated.”
        “Yes, sir.” She smiled.
She picked up antiseptic spray and wiped down the examination table, replacing a new paper sheet on it so no accidental snot or blood spills could infect the cushions, before looking at Doctor Ryan.
        “Excuse me, sir?” (Y/N) spoke.
        “Yes?” he hummed, arranging the pan with a antibacterial wipe, a lidded-syringe vaccine, a cotton ball and a bandaid. 
        “Do you think it’s possible for me to continue my education online? Or transfer to another Treegrowth hospital program somewhere else?” she questioned.
        “What? Why?” Doctor Ryan questioned, stopping what he was doing as he looked over to her.
        “I’ve been wanting to move out of the city lately, but I’m worried about my education.” (Y/N) lied. “I still want my degree after all.” 
        In truth, she wanted to leave the city. Even though she hid Penelope’s body, once it’s found a search will be conducted. After that, they’ll see Andrew on the cameras, and it’ll be game over for him. 
        (Y/N)’s not safe either. Considering she led Penelope out of the store to the alley with no cameras, and came back without her jacket alongside Penelope not following her; it’s safe to say she’s a prime suspect. 
        So I got rid of that jacket for nothing… (Y/N) mentally sighed. 
        Well, it wasn’t entirely for nothing. At least it kept people from getting suspicious so far. She would’ve had the police called on her if she walked into the store wearing blood (whether she entered wearing the blood or not, and she’s unsure if she could’ve used a fashion excuse). 
        It’s at least given her some time to plan other than immediately going to jail.
        It doesn’t help that not only was (Y/N) seen on the cameras last with Penelope and Andrew was in the store too, but it’s safe to say that seeing the two enter and leave together is more than enough evidence that the two are “working together” (the police will say).
        She highly doubts she can place the blame on Andrew for “blackmailing” or “threatening her life” her to where she had to kill Penelope. It just wouldn’t be believable with Andrew in a wheelchair and (Y/N) willingly buying clothes and food for him.
        As shitty as it’ll be, she’ll have to move. She can’t move back to her hometown considering: one, her parents are dead; two, Ren might still be living there and she’s not risking it.
        However, the family farm is back at home and if Rose wasn’t lying, then it’s now in (Y/N)’s name. She’ll receive a letter in the mail in a few weeks regarding her parents wills’, but for now she’ll have to brainstorm somewhere else to stay.
        It shouldn’t be hard to find another apartment on the other side of the city considering how shitty this place is, rent would probably be low or at least decent too. 
        She could almost laugh at her luck. Maybe there is a God who favors her—it’s about damn time considering how much she’s suffered for this. 
        “Move out of the city?” Doctor Ryan questioned, sighing. “So I take it you’re not taking over my night shifts…?”
        “Sorry…” she smiled sheepishly. “My boyfriend and I want to move someplace bigger, so we’re looking outside of the city.”
        “Wait? You have a boyfriend?!” he gasped, almost dropping the pan of needed medical supplies.
        “Yeah… we've been together a year now. Met him in a library at the beginning of college.” She smiled.
        “Oh, that’s great! I didn’t know this but that’s great!” he laughed. “Whats his name?”
        “And—... A-Andes.” (Y/N) hummed, smiling as she lied.
        “Whats he look like?” he questioned.
        Oh, his hair as luxurious as a raven. His eyes are as green as lush bushes from Iceland. His skin is as pale as winter’s first snow. His smile might as well be Cupid’s bow striking an arrow through my heart. She thought.
        “Honeypot brown hair and eyes like roasted chestnuts during Christmas.” (Y/N) cooed, almost cringing at the thought of speaking about another man (even if they were just imaginary).
        “Sounds like a dreamboat.” Doctor Ryan teased. “Reminds me of me in my young years.”
        “You’re only 10 years older…” (Y/N) pointed out.
        Even if he was older, sometimes it felt like she was more mature between the two, but it’s probably a persona for work considering they work with children. (Y/N) doesn’t hang out with Doctor Ryan outside of work since he’s her professor, so she's not aware of his home persona; however, she doesn't really care on finding out. She likes this Doctor Ryan the way he is, and she'd feel terrible if her superior knew the kind of person she actually was outside of these pastel nursing scrubs. 
        “Well, you still have a year left for your degree…” Doctor Ryan explained. “I can talk with our educational board later, but I don’t see why it’d be a problem. You do your research and send in your homework on time, and you do good during manual instruction too… so you’ll just have to go to another Treegrowth hospital and work with one of the pediatricians there.”
        “Thank you.” (Y/N) smiled, letting out a relieved sigh. 
        “Speaking of school, you don’t have to worry about those research papers assigned over your resting period. I’ll extend the deadlines.” Doctor Ryan explained.
        “Oh… thank you, sir.” (Y/N) smiled, surprised.
        She had completely forgotten about those papers, she was busy doing other things during her break, such as spending days planning her next move and while keeping a low profile (and thinking of dinner plans to make sure Andrew was eating too).
        Over her break, she had removed Andrew’s staples on his ankles and started helping him with physical therapy for his legs. It might be a few months before he can run, but he’s been shown to stand and walk for short periods at a time, so she’s not too concerned in something going wrong during his recovery. 
        She also got rid of her own stitches and staples, avoiding the emergency unit of the hospital too so no doctor can try and schedule a check-up with her. 
        She made sure to visit Ashley and place some flowers in her memoir. Now, she couldn’t place them exactly where the grave was in risk of someone potentially finding the suspicious sight and reporting it to the police, so she settled for placing them on the trail’s entrance. 
        She visited Ashley’s grave and apologized for her harsh words nights ago, remorseful for blaming Ashley for her struggles. It wasn’t her fault, and it probably wasn’t her demon’s fault either; it was something (Y/N) did to herself and she had to take responsibility.
        Worrying so much about Andrew, Ashley, and what to do after Penelope death, she’s completely forgotten about her college papers.
        “I’ll go get the patient and get his growth developments.” (Y/N) smiled, walking out of the room. 
        (Y/N) left the room and let out a sigh.
        Maybe killing Penelope was a terrible idea; unlike Ashley, Penelope’s home was here! While Penelope didn’t have any family, she did have co-workers. Soon enough they’d grow suspicious and call the police for a wellness check eventually (it’s not like they’d be investigating the hospital and its illegal methods, so that’s not a concern). 
        Penelope could be reported missing tomorrow and it wouldn’t take long for a missing person paper to come out. 
        It was almost frustrating really for her to have gotten caught up in her emotions. She used to be so good at bottling them up, but recently it seems like there's a hole in her bottle at the bottom that causing all her emotions to pour out quickly. 
        It made her want to scream and shout, but she couldn't do that at her job, so she resorted to kicking the floor's baseboards lightly and silently screaming as she pulled her lanyard around her neck, strangling her. 
        Well, it's better Penelope is dead. She won't be a threat to Andrew anymore.
        That thought made her feel a bit better, causing her to stop her silent tantrum and readjust her lanyard.
        She had a patient to meet and make sure nothing was wrong with the kid. She met with the receptionist, taking a patient's clipboard of information they filled out in the waiting room for Doctor Ryan. She opened the waiting room door and smiled, reading the patient's name. 
        "Zoe Hoops?" she read. "Follow me, please." 
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        For the first time in who knows how long, (Y/N) felt excited leaving work. 
        Work for (Y/N) was an escape. Instead of worrying about her problems, she’d worry about someone else’s. Even if she still has problems, it felt good being able to leave work with a smile on her face.
        Nothing went wrong during her shift. Nobody died. Zoe didn’t cry during her flu shot, she’s getting very big now. George sprained his ankle but he was walking like a champ. Nelly got discharged after her fight with a RSV. Tom and Jerry played trains in the hallways and are said to be discharged soon. 
        It felt nice being bit by the harsh autumn air, knowing that winter was coming up.
        It felt nice walking out of the hospital doors, even if her feet ached and there was a sore spot in her back.
        It felt nice seeing the sun rising, brightening up the city and her mind with a new light.
        It felt nice driving home, knowing for the first time that someone was actually waiting for her to come home.
        It felt nice feeling the heated air from the apartment as she opened the door. All the locks were undid; Andrew must’ve kept them unlocked for her.
        There’s a chance he went back to bed since all the lights are off. She quietly closed the door and locked all five locks on the door. She didn’t bother turning on a light as she planned on going right back to bed after her 12 hour shift, placing her purse down on the hallway table in the dark.
        She walked into the living room, opening the curtain and checking the locks on the window to make sure none were loose or unlocked. She finished that window and walked to the knife one, only to feel a rough push. 
        She was knocked to the ground with a thud, landing on her back and quickly on alert. A short yelp leaving her as she got pinned to her carpeted living room floor. Her eyes adjusted to the dark as she squirmed and kicked, trying to kick off her assaulter as she hit and scratched. 
        It was Andrew.
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        Bored would be an understatement. Andrew was practically dead as he looked through the category of movies he was illegally pirating. 
        What? Don't judge. Nobody wants to spend $10 on a movie they're only going to watch once or twice. If you bought a new movie every day to watch in a 30 day month, you'd have spent $300 on movies alone in a single month. He'll take the money saving option and $10 a month for VPN. Besides, (Y/N) was the one that showed him this site on her TV.
        He browsed through the movies mindlessly before picking a Ryan Reynold's movie called Waiting...
        He watched the movie with a neutral expression. The jokes really weren't really that funny when he couldn't hear (Y/N) laughing in his ear at them. He wished she was here with him right now. He wondered if she'd laugh at the inappropriate jokes, disgusted at the cook's handling rude customer's food, or sympathize for Calvin's fear of peeing outside of his home's bathroom. 
        Maybe he'll watch the movie with her when she gets home from work. He really couldn't be bothered to focus on this right now. 
        A thought crossed his mind as he thought: damn, was it really this hard to watch a movie alone before? He doesn't remember needing Ashley's commentary on every piece of media he's consumed, yet with (Y/N) it feels like he needs her approval or disproval before he can decide if he likes something or not.
        He groaned, throwing his head back on the couch cushion, before noticing the open front door at the corner of his eye. He immediately stood up, alarmed as he carefully walked over to the door, peeking outside to see if anything (or anyone) was there.
        Nobody.
        He closed the door, leaning his weight on it. He couldn't walk far or stand long, his ankles having a small ache to them still. 
        (Y/N) didn't leave the door unlocked, he remembered watching her leave for work and locking the door behind her. She had cooked him breakfast as he complained about wanting to sleep in with her longer, clinging onto her waist from behind as she cooked him waffles. It was 2 AM, at least six hours until (Y/N) would return home, he remembered her telling him. She had left her phone number on the refrigerator for him to call if he needs her (he's been pondering if he should.
        Andrew knows she takes security very seriously. He's seen her check her window and door locks every morning when she wakes up and every night before bed. A paranoid little thing she is, but he thinks that's good considering this city isn't a very good place to live in. He would rather she be overly paranoid than overly careless. 
        He re-locked the five door locks on her door; a bullock, a chain-lock, a sliding lock, a deadbolt, and a classic handle lock. He hopped into his wheelchair and spent the time re-checking all her window locks (three in total on each window).
        She must've spent hundreds to maybe even a thousand on all her security, it's a miracle she doesn't have cameras in her apartment too. Maybe she's cautious of digital security. He noticed she uses VPN's, fake emails and usernames that's not her name, uses no social media, and weekly changes her passwords. 
        He's not sure why she's so paranoid, but he'd rather wait until she's ready to speak. She's already done so much for him, housing him, feeding him, buying him clothes, taking over his hospital bills, and even letting him sleep in her own bed—he'd do anything other than make her mad at him, not when he's living life so good.
        He has to start looking for a job. There's no way he can work in person, maybe he can be a teleprompter for an insurance company or something... The both of them did agree that he'd live with her so long as he pays her back eventually; and he's not too sure he can repay her with chores and homemade food like a househusband...
        He heard a drawer shut somewhere in the apartment, immediately alerting him. He got in his wheelchair and rolled over to the kitchen, grabbing a large cleaver.
        Ah, memories.
        He quietly strolled down the hallway, cautiously looking around before noticing the bedroom door was open. He remembered (Y/N) closing it before work, so Andrew just spent his time on the living room couch waiting for her to return to him.
        It'd be nice if he had a gun in case it was another hitman who his parents hired to finish the job, but he doubts (Y/N) casually has one lying around. 
        The door was cracked open, so he took a breath before opening it all the way. The door was loud and creaky, something (Y/N) intentionally made sure of.
        There was a man rummaging through her drawers, hunched over as he looked through her bedside drawer, snatching something before putting it in his pocket. He had blond hair, a black button down shirt and blue jeans, classy and uncovered for someone who breaks into an apartment. 
        A robber?
        "What do you think you're doing?" Andrew questioned, already annoyed. He really didn't want to go through anymore drama in his life. 
        The man looked over his shoulder, though his expression didn't seem surprised, but excited as he smiled. His hand moved from the drawer and pulled a gun, aiming it at Andrew.
        Fuck.
        "Bang!" the man exclaimed, pulling the gun's trigger.
        Nothing.
        "No bullets." He smiled, chuckling as Andrew clutched his chest, practically half-dead from a damn near heart attack.
        "Jesus, fuck..." Andrew hissed, holding his chest where his erratic heart was beating. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
        "Ren. It's nice to finally meet (Y/N)'s pet. Andrew, right?" The man, Ren, smiled as he placed the gun down into her drawer, closing it up. 
        "How do you know our names? Have you been watching us?" Andrew questioned, ignoring the man's mocking words. 
        There's no point in being hostile. He's not so sure he can win in a fight without his legs, and the confidence this man is oozing is really making Andrew second-guess himself, almost like he was the one in the wrong instead. 
        "Right. Let's get to the point." Ren hummed, plopping down on (Y/N)'s side of the bed, picking up the pillow and sniffing it.
        Andrew felt his eye twitch, enraged and disgusted at the scene in front of him.
        "I'm Ren. I'm (Y/N)'s childhood friend from church and I'm her husband." Ren smiled.
        "Husband?!" Andrew exclaimed.
        "Oh, right. Soon-to-be-husband. I just gotta propose and take her back home and yada-yada, you don't wanna hear our sappy love story." He laughed, waving his hand in the air. 
        "Stop the bullshit. What the hell are you doing here?" Andrew snapped, watching as Ren squeezed (Y/N)'s pillow to his chest.
        "Oh, just checking in." He smiled. "Yeah. I have a hotel around here. Only for a week though!"
        "What do you mean 'checking in?'" Andrew hissed, making quotations with his fingers.
        "Checking in!" Ren smiled, gesturing to a poster in the room.
        The poster was of one of her favorite bands. Upon closure inspection, Andrew noticed a small hole, a black reflection peeking right back at him. A camera.
        "Hey, what the fuck?!" Andrew exclaimed, swirling his head to face Ren. "Why the fuck is there a camera?!" 
        "Oh, I just installed that! It's even smaller with audio too! Oh, has technology grown over the years! It makes my job so easy." Ren gushed, acting as if nothing was wrong.
        "What job? Stop ignoring my damn questions!" Andrew hissed, strolling closer to Ren. 
        He grabbed Ren's collar, forcing Ren off the bed and holding him down to Andrew's eyesight as Andrew gritted his teeth. A dark storm as he looked at this strange man who decides to waltz in his home, sit on his girlfriend's bed, hug hisgirlfriend's pillow, place a camera in his girlfriend's room.        
        "I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't leave my home right now..." Andrew spat out, a harsh glare in his eyes.
        "Your home?" Ren laughed. "It's not your home, silly! It's under (Y/N)'s name!"
        "Do you wanna die?" Andrew snipped back.
        "Oh please, you're wheel-bound." Ren chuckled, his brown eyes challenging Andrew's green eyes. "Besides, you're very lucky I haven't killed you yet; especially when you've been sleeping with my girl." 
        "Your girl?!" Andrew exclaimed, his head butting into Ren's, ignoring the sting as his hands shook, itching to punch Ren's teeth in. "She's mine! You stay the hell away before I fucking gut you!" 
        "I love your enthusiasm, but you don't love her." Ren laughed, patting Andrew's shoulder as if consoling a child.
        Andrew quickly wound his fist, gathering momentum before punching Ren's face.
        Ren's head knocked back, hitting the mattress as a trail of blood poured out of one of his nostrils. He quickly sat up, clutching his nose.
        "Ha. Ah... I'll let that slide..." he breathed out through his mouth, his eye twitching in a sign of annoyance. "See... I'm not here to hurt anyone. That's already over." He spoke, grabbing a tissue from tissue box next to (Y/N)'s bedside for sick days. 
        "What do you mean 'it's already over?'" Andrew questioned.
        "Her parents?" Ren smiled, tilting his head to the side as he plugged his bleeding nose with the tissue he grabbed. "The (L/N)s?"
        "What did you do?" Andrew demanded, grabbing Ren's collar once more. 
        "Haven't you heard? They're dead!" Ren smiled.
        "I know that! I mean, what did you do?" Andrew groaned, impatient with Ren's childish demeanor. 
        "Well, I killed them!" Ren chirped. "Well, I didn't directly kill them, but I played a part in it." 
        "Spill it out! How?" Andrew snapped, annoyed as he shook Ren's collar.
        "I hired a hitman. Quite pricey too! He just crashed an auto-driving car into a gas tank and blew the couple up!" Ren explained.
        "W-what?" Andrew questioned, shocked. "Why the hell did you do that?!"
        "Well, they were no use to me anymore!" Ren laughed. "When they finally left that farm to go visit (Y/N) in years, I knew it was finally time! I had been following them for years, so when I saw their car drive out of town I knew they were going to see her! My AirTag told me where they were."
        Andrew's heart dropped, surprised and disgusted at the man in front of him. How dare he lay his eyes on (Y/N)? How dare he stalk her?
        "So when they led me here, I had (Y/N)'s address and knew where she was, so they were of no use!" Ren smiled. "Oh, tricky little thing! I'll give her credit, she escaped my radar—but she's back now~" Ren laughed, his bloody tissue started to overfill with blood as it traveled lower and lower into the tissue white cotton, tainting it with crimson. 
        "So... you've been after her this whole time?" Andrew questioned. "Why? Is it the farm's money? What do you want from her?" 
        "Her." Ren smiled. "I want her. Such beauty shouldn't be for just anyone to see."
        "What makes you think only you can have her?" Andrew snapped.
        "What makes you think you can have her?" Ren retorted. "She was mine first! I had her before you did!"
        "Well she's mine now!" Andrew hissed. "Besides, she likes me better than you. She chose me after all."
        That earned him an uppercut, biting his tongue as he rolled back in his chair away from Ren, grabbing the cleaver in his lap and holding it as he gritted his teeth.
        "Oops. You seemed to have upset me for a second..." Ren chuckled. "I will not apologize; however, I have a deal."
        "Shove it up your ass!" Andrew exclaimed.
        "It involves Ashley." Ren hummed.
        Andrew's grip on his weapon immediately loosened, hesitantly lowering down onto his lap.
        "A-Ashley...?" he questioned. "My sister? You know her?" 
        "Knew her." Ren scoffed. "She's dead." 
        Andrew's heart dropped for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He stood up his full height, towering Ren's 5'9" body with his 5'11" self. He grabbed Ren's collar and knocked him back onto the mattress, seething as he glared at Ren.
        "What the fuck did you do to her?! I'll fucking kill you!" Andrew shouted.
        "Wait! I didn't do it this time!" Ren gasped as Andrew started choking him. 
        "Then who else?!" Andrew hissed. 
        "(Y/N)!" Ren exclaimed. 
        "(Y/N)?" Andrew questioned, his grip loosening on Ren's neck. "Explain."
        "Look in her bedside drawer." Ren hummed, tilting his head to the cabinets he was rummaging through earlier.
        Andrew hesitated, before letting go of Ren's neck. He fell back into his wheelchair, before reaching over and opening the cabinet, surprised as he held his breath.
        In the drawer, there was a small box and a snack-sized bag labelled Rophynol. There was a pocketknife with a rose on it, and a gun that Ren pulled out earlier. It looked awfully familiar, and it had no bullets too... And finally, there was a black and red occult charm, one Andrew immediately recognized as Ashley's.
        "Jesus... no..." Andrew gasped, gently picking up and cradling the charm, the only thing remaining of Ashley. "No, please..." 
        "Oh, how cute! My little angel is into the occult now! Isn't she so pure?" Ren cooed. "Is what I'd say if I didn't know that was Ashley's... My angel is far too pure to be involved with that demon crap." 
        "How do you know Ashley's name...?" Andrew grumbled. "How do I know you didn't plant this?" Andrew hissed, protectively cradling the charm in his hand.
        "Because I have no reason to kill Ashley." Ren hummed. "Well, scratch that. I would've. She got what she got for what she tried to do." Ren smiled. "The only reason I know of Ashley is because I followed (Y/N) to her grave!"
        "A-a grave?" Andrew spluttered. 
        "Duh. I told you she was dead." Ren rolled his eyes. "You really don't listen. My angel is so patient and kind, accepting strays like you into her home..."
        "But... this isn't proof that you didn't kill her..." Andrew muttered. "(Y/N)... she wouldn't kill anyone. She's just perfect. A darling... She wouldn't do it—you would!"
        "I would—and have." Ren smirked. "But that's not what we're discussing right now. Here." Ren hummed rummaging in his back pocket before pulling out some small folded squares. "Look."
        Andrew accepted the pictures, opening them. He unfolded the squares and saw five pictures. One of Penelope, (Y/N)'s co-worker Andrew remembers, and (Y/N) out in the rain in an alleyway. Another photo showed a knife in (Y/N)'s hand, along with one in Penelope's. The third had a photo of (Y/N) on top of Penelope, straddling her waist with a pocketknife in the air. The fourth had the knife stabbed into Penelope's chest, along with multiple other wounds on her chest too. Finally, the last photo showed (Y/N) throwing the body in a public clothing donation center. 
        "Right in the act!" Ren laughed, gasping for air as if it was there funniest thing ever. "I followed you guys later that day while the hitman did his job! I can't believe I actually caught that! Turns out my angel is such a little vixen!"
        "This can't be real..." Andrew rasped.
        "Oh! It is! And look, best one for last!" Ren smirked, grabbing final photo in another pocket, pulling it out and unfolding it for Andrew. "H-ha! Ha! Here! Lookie!" Ren laughed, waving a photo of (Y/N) in the rain with a set of flowers, placing them down on a trail entrance. "Giving her condolences to her victim! Oh, she's so pure! I haven't even bothered visiting Ben's grave!" he cackled. 
        “You think this is something to laugh about?! People are dead!” Andrew shouted, shoving the occult charm into his pocket before glaring at Ren.
        “So sensitive… it’s just a blood relative…” Ben sighed.
        “That’s my sister!” Andrew snapped. 
        “It’s not like you haven’t killed anyone before.” Ben hummed, crossing his arms.
        “You son of a— w-wait…” Andrew’s threat fell short, taking in Ren’s words. “How… do you know?”
        “My father owns our town jail, so we have access to arrest records to check for felonies and such—we look up people and decide if they should be held in jail or be sent to prison.” Ren explained. “You showed up on my records, lucky you!” 
        “Damn it…” Andrew hissed, gritting his teeth.
        Of course, (Y/N)’s stalker has to be involved with the police. Why wouldn’t he?
        “If I recall… you have three accounts of second-degree murder. Cannibalism. Escaping house arrest. Invading officers—“ Ren listed.
        “Hey! Hey! That’s not what happened! That’s bullshit!” Andrew snapped.
        “It’s what the system says. You really think the justice system is gonna believe a murderer?” Ren chuckled.
        “It was self-defense and necessity. I had to do it.” Andrew hissed.
        “Right. And the girl that went missing in your hometown? I'm fairly certain you caused it—same with the man shot in the park a city nearby a month ago. That's two more accounts of second-degree murder, but anyways…” Ren hummed, playfully rolling his eyes in a teasing motion. “You asked why I was here earlier…”
        “To check in, you said…” Andrew muttered.
        “That’s not all!” Ren chirped. “I told you I’ll only be here for a week, so we only have a week for this. I want you to help me.” 
        “Help? Help you? As if!” Andrew scoffed, grabbing his cleaver.
        “Oh… well, I guess the police can be more helpful then…” Ren hummed.
        Damn it.
        “What is it?” Andrew gritted through his teeth. “What do you want?”
        “(Y/N).” Ren smiled.
        “I already told you. She’s mine!” Andrew hissed.
        “No, she’s not!” Ren hissed, clenching his fist. “You don’t love her! How can you when she killed your sister?”
        Andrew opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out.
        Because how could he love someone that killed his sister?
        Ren smiled, pleased to see Andrew couldn’t come up with anything.
        “See? How can you love a murderer? She’s killed innocent people, and you love that?” Ren chuckled, smiling. “(Y/N)’s not that innocent little nurse who just helps from the kindness of her heart. She does it to feel better about herself, an ego to fulfill. If you can’t love that side of her, you don’t deserve her. Do you really love that side of her? I mean, how do you know you're not next? Not even her own co-worker was off-limits!"
        “Do you really ever shut up…?” Andrew grumbled, adverting Ren’s eyes.
        “Let’s make this easy.” Ren hummed. “You help me get (Y/N), and this whole apartment is yours! I’ll send you rent money, and grocery money, and whatever money you want that will keep you satisfied in this apartment—so long as you don’t leave it! Or, ya know, you can and just go to jail. That works for me, but I’m trying to give you a chance here.” 
        “Why not just kill me?” Andrew questioned.
        “It’ll upset my angel too much, dummy!” Ren chuckled, patting Andrew’s shoulder like he was swatting away a toddler’s joke. “In order to prevent anymore… accidents from her… it’d be better to make it seem like you betrayed her! Which you will if you wanna live!”
        Andrew slapped away Ren’s hand, annoyed as he sighed. “And how are we gonna do that?”
        “You are gonna drug her!” Ren smiled.
        ”Excuse me?” Andrew snapped. 
        “It’s easier than you’d think, especially with this!” Ren smiled, opening the bedside drawer and shaking the bag of white powder. “I can only assume this is Rohypnol since there’s a box here of it. This is a date-rape drug, or a sleep medicine gone wrong.” 
        “Really?” Andrew cringed, making a face. “I have to literally put it in her drink?”
        “Yeah, or a liquid food like soup. Doesn’t matter. Just make sure she eats it.” Ren shrugged, placing the bag back into the drawer. “I’ll leave that there. Remember, you have a week.” 
        “And if I don’t, I die or get arrested…” Andrew muttered, watching as Ren moved around, grabbing a small box in his pocket before walking into the bathroom.
        ”Don’t even think about it…” Andrew hissed. “I share that bathroom with her.”
        Ren looked over, before shrugging his shoulders. “Fine. Bathroom cameras are off-limits…” 
        “You’re gross…” Andrew groaned, rolling his eyes. “Why do you need those pictures?”
        Ren ignored him, instead placing a camera in another corner of the room for full coverage.
        “Why do you bother doing this?” Andrew questioned.
        “Why not?” Ren smiled. 
        Ren noticed the answer didn’t satisfy Andrew as he glared at him, so he spoke again.
        “And to make sure she’s doing okay.” Ren hummed.
        “I think more than half of her problems would be gone if it wasn’t for you.” Andrew grumbled.
        “You can say what you want…” Ren spoke. “But just remember, you have only a week left with her. Do you understand.”
        “Yeah. Okay.” Andrew muttered.
        “By the end of this week, you should have her unconscious. You will not mention me or any cameras. Nothing.” Ren ordered. “When you drug her, give me a call.”
        Ren pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, his number already written down on it. Seems he had this all planned.
        “Be quick about it when you call. The drug shouldn’t take long to kick in. And use the whole bag if you can—the drug is tasteless and odorless so she won’t know any different.” Ren explained.
        “Okay. Okay.” Andrew hissed, upset as he snatched the paper and shoved it in his pocket. 
        “I’ll see you tomorrow. I have some stuff to show you.” Ren hummed.
        Andrew followed Ren as he put cameras in other rooms of (Y/N)’s apartment, before leaving out the front door, driving away in a silver Honda Odyssey.
        Andrew sat around in silence, looking around at the apartment.
        He felt angry. Angry at Ren and his blackmail. Angry at (Y/N) for lying to him and taking away his only family he considered. Angry at himself for letting this all happen and being so easy to control.
        He felt upset. Upset at Ren taking control of his life. Upset at (Y/N) for pushing her way into his life. And upset at himself for allowing his life to be controlled like this.
        “Fuck…” he groaned, covering his eyes with his hands.
        .
        .
        She was knocked to the ground with a thud, landing on her back and quickly on alert. A short yelp leaving her as she got pinned to her carpeted living room floor. Her eyes adjusted to the dark as she squirmed and kicked, trying to kick off her assaulter as she hit and scratched. 
        It was Andrew.
        Andrew had a crazed look in his eyes. An angry expression on his face that matched his panic at the hospital that night he tried to figure out what to do next after discharge.
        He was mad, and there was a cleaver raised in the air just a few inches from her face.
        “Andrew! Andrew, it’s me!” (Y/N) gasped, reaching her hands up and grabbing his wrist.
        Was he mad at her? For what? Does he believe she's an intruder? But that wouldn't explain why he has a cleaver ready in his hand.
        "Andrew!" (Y/N) squirmed, digging her nails down into his wrist to hopefully make him let go.
        It won't work. He's pumped with too much adrenaline to even register the pain, that or he's able to tolerate it. Either way, both situations are bad for her and could result terribly. 
        "You son of a bitch! You killed her!" Andrew hissed, fighting to slam the cleaver down. 
        Oh god fucking damn it. (Y/N) mentally groaned.
        Of course he'd figure it out eventually, but she was hoping to break it to him lightly, if that's even possible. 
        “You don’t understand!” (Y/N) retorted, struggling to hold back Andrew as his free hand tried pinning down her arms. “I had to! I had to!”
        “You didn’t have to do shit!” Andrew snapped, furious as the cleaver came closer to her head.
        “She was gonna kill me first! I had to defend myself!” (Y/N) blurted out.
        “So you killed her?!” Andrew snarled.
        “I panicked! The situation was too far gone to de-escalate.” (Y/N) snapped.
        “That’s no excuse!” Andrew hissed, the sharp blade of her own cleaver getting closer to her head.
        There was a moment where she considered that she might actually not be able to escape this one. With his strength against her, this isn’t a fight she can win. 
        “So what? I just let her kill me?” (Y/N) scoffed,  her voice strained as she was losing, the blade grazing just above her nose and between her eyes.
        “Yes!” Andrew snarled. “It should’ve been you!”
        The sudden shock that jolted through her body shouldn’t have been surprising, it was her versus his sister, of course he’d choose her over his unprofessional nurse—but it still hurt to hear.
        “If you kill me, you’ll pay.” (Y/N) snapped, a new wave of anger taking over her. “Even if it’s not me, you’ll pay. I don’t have to kill you myself for it to happen.” (Y/N) hissed.
        There was a falter in his grip, tears welling up in his eyes as his grip loosened slightly, his hesitancy a mistake as she moved her hands off his wrists. She gripped the blade’s end, ignoring the already stinging sensation as it pressed into her palms in a line.
        Even if the blade comes down, her hands will take the blow. She doesn’t need her hands to live, and she’s ready to make that sacrifice.
        Her anger flared as a wave of adrenaline rushed through her, aiming to survive and escape. She grabbed the cleaver and pulled it back to her, catching Andrew off as he let go.
        She kicked his stomach, before pinning him back on the ground, raising the cleaver.
        “I can’t do it…” Andrew muttered, tears welting up in his eyes, a look of defeat as he made no effort to retrieve the cleaver hovering over him. “I can’t kill you.”
        His hands went to her hips, loosely holding them as he stayed on the ground, (Y/N)’s body hovering over his. 
        (Y/N) glared at him, the cleaver raised up high as she aimed for his neck, gripping the cleaver’s handle tighter.
        “Just who do you think you are…?” she spat out, watching as tears fell down Andrew’s face. “You think you can just kill me after all I’ve done?” she questioned.
        Her twin buns were messy, one of her buns loose as her star hairclip threatened to fall from her hair. Her nurse lanyard dangled down on Andrew, one of her hands resting next to Andrew’s head as the other held her kitchen cleaver.
        She watched the tears fall down his face, before throwing the cleaver across the room, probably creating a mark on her wall she’ll worry about later. She threw the cleaver so they both wouldn't make a drastic mistake they couldn't change. There wasn't any need for more bloodshed, all it did was get them both in trouble numerous times. 
        “Was there really no other way?” Andrew questioned, his hands tracing self-assuring circles on her hips. “You really couldn’t have done anything other than kill her?”
        (Y/N) paused, thinking. Maybe if she hadn’t provoked Ashley to attack by spraying perfume in her eyes, perhaps they could’ve talked it out. She could’ve made a compromise with Ashley, or even go as far as to dropping the whole murder idea all together.
        But Ashley Graves is dead, in an amateur grave (Y/N) dug up and covered with dirt herself, some flowers resting in the forest entrance as an apology and tribute to her. It won't fix anything, not what's happened in the past or future or now, but it's something to ease her mind, help her with the guilt. 
        “I don’t know.” (Y/N) admitted. “I just did what I could; isn’t that what we all do?”
        “It still hurts though.” Andrew sighed.
        “It always will.” (Y/N) spoke. “But it’ll lessen over time.”
        “It’s just… she’s probably the only thing left that would’ve helped me know who I am.” Andrew groaned, tilting his head to the side to look at the wall, avoiding her eyes. 
        “You’re Andrew, dummy.” (Y/N) spoke.
        “Well I don’t feel like Andrew.” Andrew muttered.
        “When do we feel like ourselves these days?” she laughed, as if he made a funny joke. 
        Andrew glanced up at her, unamused. 
        “Come on, you have a whole new path ahead of you. You don’t have anything from the past holding you back, so what’s stopping you?” (Y/N) questioned.
        “I-I don’t know. Maybe I’m worried.” Andrew stammered, unsure really what to say or how to put his feelings into words. 
        “About what?” she pried, getting up off his waist.
        “I don’t think it’ll work out well for me…” He groaned, exhausted.
        “That’s everyone’s fear. You’re not special.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
        “I mean being a criminal and all…” Andrew added.
        “Same boat here.” (Y/N) hummed. “C’mon, surely we can help each other? Make a truce and no more murdering?”
        Andrew looked hesitant, staring off to the side as he thought. It was risky, especially after all they've done. (Y/N) lied to Andrew; but so did Andrew. (Y/N) betrayed Andrew; but so will Andrew.
        "Okay, fine. No more murder." Andrew sighed, bringing his hands up and wiping the tears from his eyes. 
        He felt almost embarrassed that he cried in front of (Y/N), but he knew she wouldn't say anything about it. She really doesn't get the right to make fun of him for it after all the times she's cried in front of him. 
        .
        .
        Even if they did a truce, Andrew was distant. He stopped sleeping in her bed, and insisted on sleeping on the sleeper sofa in the living room. It doesn't take a genius to know Andrew was upset about Ashley's death; anyone would be upset really.
        (Y/N)'s believes the reason why Andrew's so upset about it is because Ashley was probably the only key to Andrew knowing who he really was. Ashley's the only person who knew Andrew before he jumped and got amnesia, and there's no guarantee the amnesia will ever go away; in fact it could potentially worsen. 
        But (Y/N) would rather not think of that. She can't change what's been done.
        However, Andrew hasn't been eating much. It doesn't take a genius to know that Andrew's gone into a state of depression, feeling hopeless and lost on who he is and what to do next. 
        They've had their arguments and bumps, (Y/N)'s had to force Andrew eat and make sure he's taking care of himself while she's gone at work. It seems like he's just getting worse by the day, and it's been a full week now. Though Andrew's come around to joking and smiling more, there's still a barrier between the two, one Andrew won't allow to break down no matter how many times (Y/N) bangs on it.
        But he's eating again, in fact he's insisted on making dinner today after (Y/N)'s complaints. It was Andrew's turn to cook dinner—well, it's been his turn for a while now, but (Y/N) didn't want to force him to cook when he wasn't feeling well. Andrew never really cooked a meal that took longer than 30 minutes, but (Y/N)'s been insistent on him learning how to cook proper meals since it was a basic skill needed as an adult, so here he is being forced (guided) to cook beef tips and rice. 
        "You're checking the locks again?" Andrew sighed, watching her pace around the kitchen as he cooked.
        Andrew stirred the beef tips, watching (Y/N) check all the three locks on each window, she was such a worrywart.
        "You're gonna get wrinkles if you keep stressing yourself out like this." Andrew commented with a smirk.
        "I think I'd look pretty hot with wrinkles. Like a MILF." (Y/N) snickered. "Besides, I'm just being cautious! Do you understand how many creeps are out in the world?"
        "Yeah, I'm looking at one right now." Andrew teased. 
        "Oh, ahaha." (Y/N) laughed sarcastically. "You think you're so funny? Only funny thing about you is your face."
        "I prefer the term 'handsome', but thanks." Andrew hummed smartly.
        "Oh, yes, so handsome..." (Y/N) cooed, leaning over the counter and pinching Andrew's cheek, watching his eye close as he accepted the treatment, albeit a hint of hesitancy. "That rice is gonna be done soon. Be a dear and check it."
        "Yes, ma'am..." Andrew commented teasingly, watching her let go of his face so he could check the rice cooker's timer. 
        "What movie do you wanna watch tonight?" (Y/N) questioned.
        "I dunno. You decide." Andrew hummed, keeping his eye on the timer before going back to stirring the beef tips.
        "Ugh, Andrew..." (Y/N) groaned, walking out of the kitchen to go into the living room and check the locks. "You know I can never decide a movie, that's why you always pick!"
        "Let's do a comedy then." Andrew hummed, opening the rice cooker's lid as it beeped.
        "A comedy? Okay, let's do an Adam Sandler then." (Y/N) hummed. 
        "You know there's other comedy actors other than Adam Sandler, right?" Andrew chuckled, a fake one. "Besides, I thought you said you could never decide on a movie?" 
        "Well, now I decided." (Y/N) huffed, checking the blinds and curtains and locks. "Besides, he's funny! He's got a funny voice and funny lines! I mean, c'mon, his performance in Grown Ups was pretty nice, especially the sequel." 
        "Whatever you say." Andrew chuckled.
        Andrew grabbed two bowls and scoops some rice into each, then topped it with beef tips and gravy. On any normal day, (Y/N) would've complained to him that there needed to be a vegetable as a side, but she was just happy that Andrew was out of bed and standing up on his own for longer periods of time. 
        "Dinner's ready!" Andrew called out. 
        "Okay!" 
        (Y/N) chirped, making sure the final window was locked before closing the curtains. 
        She walked into the dining room and sat down as Andrew poured some lemonade into a cup.
        “Thank you for dinner.” She hummed, accepting the cup Andrew handed her, taking a sip before placing it down onto the table.
        “It’s nothing.” Andrew waved off, sitting down next to her.
        “Doctor Ryan gave me a basket of hot chocolate supplies today, we should make them for our movie night.” (Y/N) suggested. 
        “Are you talking about the scrawny guy that’s way too happy?” Andrew questioned.
        “That’s the one.” (Y/N) smiled. 
        “Ugh…” Andrew groaned, already knowing how extravagant that hot coco basket will be. 
        “It’ll be a waste of money if we don’t use it.” (Y/N) reasoned. 
        “Still…” Andrew sighed.
        Just the thought of another male thinking about her made Andrew feel sick. It didn’t matter if Doctor Ryan was married with kids and her instructor, he still felt annoyed knowing the man got to spend more time with her than he could.
        “I can make it after dinner when our stomachs settle.” (Y/N) hummed, taking a bite of her food and washing it down with her drink. “Don’t worry about the dishes either, I’ll wash them since you cooked dinner tonight—which, by the way, is very good.” 
        Andrew nodded, eating his food silently, looking down at his bowl before speaking.
        “Do you think I’m a bad person?” he questioned.
        (Y/N) frowned, looking up from her bowl. “A bad person?” she contemplated. “What makes you think that?” 
        “It’s not what I think; it’s what you think. Do you think I’m a bad person?” he repeated.
        “I think… if bad people existed, we all would be bad people.” (Y/N) spoke. “And if good people existed, we all would be good people.”
        “Which means…?” Andrew questioned, impatient as he looked at her.
        “There no such thing as a bad person, only doing bad things.” (Y/N) huffed. “You know, that famous saying? It was something along those lines at least.”
        “Right…” he sighed. 
        “Anyways…” (Y/N) yawned, covering her mouth, before resting her cheek on her palm. “Why?”
        “What do you mean ‘why?’” Andrew questioned.
        “What are you thinking about that has you wondering if you’re a bad person?” (Y/N) asked.
        “I’m just curious…” Andrew muttered, shrugging his shoulders.
        “About?” she pried.
        “Do you think…” Andrew hesitated, placing his spoon down in his bowl, before looking at (Y/N). “Do you think it’s okay for someone to do bad things if it’s to protect themselves?”
        “Depends on the circumstances…” (Y/N) hums. “I mean, some things can be forgiven and some can’t.”
        “Don’t worry about the circumstances, just think of it as whole. Can you forgive me for doing bad things if it was to protect myself?” Andrew huffed, annoyed at her deflections.
        (Y/N) paused, thinking. Is he… trying to open up about his past? His crimes? 
        “Well… I think you should do whatever it takes for you to survive.” (Y/N) muttered.
        You can kill someone as long as they tried killing you first, that’s how self-defense works—at least, it’s an excuse for her to feel better about herself. 
        “You wake up with yourself, you go to bed with yourself, you feed yourself, you shower with yourself; you live with yourself for as long as you live, so only you should matter.” (Y/N) spoke, leaning on her hand and closing her eyes. “I think, it’s best to lend help to others once you’re stable yourself.”
        “Right…” Andrew muttered. “So, I’m sorry.” He whispered.
        He leaned over the table and moved her bowl and food away from her head, watching her peaceful face as she kept her eyes closed, before she slumped on the table.
        Andrew stood up from the table, picking up (Y/N)’s phone and using her thumb to unlock it. He grabbed a piece of paper out of his pockets, dialing the numbers in before holding it up to his ear.
        “Ren? I did what you wanted, come get her.” 
        .
        .
        “I’m so glad you came to your senses! You did it last minute, I was worried I’d have to find a place to bury you!” Ren chirped, laughing as he entered the apartment.
        “Shut up…” Andrew muttered, annoyed.
        It hurt. It felt like he betrayed himself more than he betrayed (Y/N). His chest ached, sore from lying to her, but it also burned, knowing that (Y/N) was going to be in the hands of this man now.
        “As promised, you’ll live. I’ll give you 4,000 every month for rent, shipping groceries, online shopping, all that stuff. Just money for whatever you need.” Ren explained. “Remember, so long as you don’t leave the apartment! We don’t need the police finding you after I worked so hard to cover both your and my angel’s tracks! It was hard wiping out that camera footage at the mall, you know?” 
        Ren went around the house, removing all the cameras and microphones for Andrew to live in privacy. 
        Ren took a suitcase out of (Y/N)’s closet and unzipped it, picking up (Y/N)’s unconscious body and placing her in a cradle-like position, setting her down in the suitcase and zipping her up.
        Ren noticed Andrew’s hesitant expression, watching him zip her up so he spoke.
        “She’s claustrophobic, but this is just so none of the neighbors see her.” Ren explained. “I’ll make sure to pull off the side of the road and take her out of the suitcase before I get on the interstate.”
        “You better…” Andrew muttered, watching as Ren grabbed the suitcase’s handles.  
        “Well, this is it. Call me if you need anything.” Ren smiled, handing Andrew a phone out of his pocket. 
        It looked new and pricey, but for all Andrew knows, it could have a spyware on it. He’ll sell it and buy a phone that isn’t hacked instead—but he won’t tell Ren that. 
        “Thanks.” Andrew muttered. 
        “I’ll pay you cash the last of every month in the mail. (Y/N)’s rent is due every first of the month, so just place cash in a envelope and drop it off at the landlord’s mailbox in the front. Purchase your groceries online and all that. You probably know everything else now.” Ren explained. 
        Andrew watched as Ren dragged the suitcase out of the front door, a feeling of dread washing over Andrew as he spoke. 
        “Hey.” 
        Ren turned around, an amused smirk on his face, as if he was challenging Andrew to defy him. “Yes?”
        “Please… just take care of (Y/N).” Andrew muttered, her name feeling like poison to his throat.
        “Of course. I’ve always taken care of her.” Ren smiled. 
        Andrew and Ren had different ideas of ‘care’, but it won’t concern Andrew anymore after today.
        “Bye now!” Ren waved, walking down the apartment steps with the suitcase (Y/N) was in.
        Andrew said nothing, watching him walk away, before he finally left his view. Andrew shut the door, shutting them both out of his life.
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        .
        “And that’s how you’re here!” Ren smiled, watching as (Y/N) squirmed and tried to kick, her efforts fruitless as she was strapped to an expensive chair. 
        “Shut up! I hate you! I hate you, cunt!” she screamed, trying to bang her head bang onto the chair, but the straps around her forehead didn’t allow that.
        “There’s no point in screaming; we’re in the middle of nowhere! Have you forgotten where our home is already?” Ren chirped.
        “This isn’t my home!” (Y/N) shouted.
        This is no home. This is Hell, pure Hell as she stared down the Devil. 
        There is no home for her, only settlements until she ups and moves to the next location. This should’ve never happened.
        “How… how did you even find me?” (Y/N) muttered.
        “I’ve been keeping a close eye on your parents. I had an AirTag in their car, so when they left town, it notified me and I followed them.” Ren explained. “They led me right to your apartment! So when they stayed the night, I hired a hitman to kill your parents when they leave town, do whatever so they just controlled an AI car to crash into the gas pump, hence the explosion at the gas station that killed your parents!” Ren beamed, as if the story was something to be proud of.
        Fucking Apple. Whoever made AirTags probably made them under the guise to stalk his wife, or husband, no judgment. 
        “You’re terrible.” (Y/N) muttered.
        She looked around the room, trying to find anything to aid her escape, but it was fruitless. She was stuck in Ren’s bedroom, in a pricey chair with fancy restraints that he no doubt planned for her to be strapped in. 
        She’d be watched while Ren is here, and even if Ren led to go work at his father’s prison that he’ll inherit when his father dies, there’s probably a camera and microphone hiding somewhere in the room to supervise (Y/N) while she’s away.
        She had no way of escaping due to these damn rubber straps preventing her movement, she can’t even tilt her head. The chair was screwed into the ground, preventing her from even lifting up the chair or knocking it over.
        “Why can’t you just leave? Leave me alone!” (Y/N) exclaimed, pissed off. 
        “Oh, my angel. You’ll understand one day that this is all because of my love for you.” Ren cooed, reaching out and cradling his hand on her cheek.
        She tried to snap back and bite his finger, but the straps preventing her from tilting her head to bite him, trapped and felt vulnerable to whatever he wants. 
        “I really don’t think you understand the gravity of your situation, pretty. You do know that I can easily turn you into the police?” Ren smiled.
        “You won’t.” (Y/N) challenged. “You’d miss me too much.”
        “I can just visit you in prison everyday and night. Besides, my father owns the place, so I can do whatever I want.” Ren hummed, smirking as he knew the advantages he has to this situation. 
        (Y/N) frowned, annoyed as she looked away from him.
        If only this chair was a normal wooden chair, then she’d just bang the chair legs down on the ground until they cracked and broke the chair. Or at the very least, alert neighbors in the apartment; but Ren lived in the middle of nowhere. Curse this secluded private town and it’s distance from neighbors—the only time she’ll complain about having privacy.
        Either way, she’s trapped. It’s not like anyone in this town is even aware that she’s back, or would they even care considering her reputation here is worse than a sewer rat’s. If anything, they’d probably say she deserves it. 
        Is this to pay for my sins? (Y/N) thought to herself, shutting her eyes.
        There’s nothing to do but accept the situation. Maybe after a few months or years, he’ll let her out of the chair and she’ll be able to escape after building enough rapport (because she seriously doubts she’ll develop Stockholm Syndrome for this bastard). 
        (Y/N) chuckled, laughing to herself at the bizarreness of the situation. 
        Her father’s kindness to see her turned into her ultimate demise. Or perhaps it was her fault for writing her parents contact information as an emergency contact for her hospitalization. 
        Everything just always seems to come and bite her back in the ass.
        “So what happened with Andrew?” (Y/N) questioned, smiling. “Did you kill him too after he drugged me?” 
        “No, he’s alive.” Ren answered.
        “Shocking.” (Y/N) commented.
        “Well, we did make a deal after all. I don’t go against my word.” Ren smiled.
        “Funny, considering you said you’d protect me; yet you’re the only threat.” (Y/N) scoffed. “You didn’t protect me from Ashley or Penelope either. Some protector you are.”
        “Well I could’ve protected you if you just didn’t run away! You and your silly little brain, angel.” Ren chuckled, smiling as he shook his head, like he was laughing at a toddler. “I am sad to have missed your first murder; but I at least saw your second!” Ren smiled, pulling out some photos of (Y/N) killing Penelope from his pocket, waving it in her face.
        (Y/N) frowned. So this was it, the rest of her life with the man in front of her. He has permanent blackmail on her, so even if she did somehow manage to escape, it’d be hard trying to get a whole new identity once a warrant would be out for her arrest, let alone trying to get a damn car to escape. 
        Damn you, Andrew… (Y/N) thought to herself, though she probably deserves this after killing his sister.
        A Grave for a Grave.
        .
        .
        Maddening. That’s how it felt without her. He hasn’t been able to sleep in three days, or was it four? He already can’t remember. It’s been a month, maybe a month and a half? He can barely get more than 3 hours of sleep a night, tossing and turning and tossing and turning in an endless loop. 
        God, he missed hugging her at night. Only a week of sleeping together in the same bed and he was already hooked on her warmth and softness that’s now permanently gone.
        Andrew’s always considered himself as an introverted guy, but it feels like living Hell by not being able to see her.
        He finds himself re-cooking the meals she’s made, scavenging through her drawers and cooking the recipes she left—but it never tasted like her cooking. 
        He finds himself using her bath products, reminiscing in the familiar scent—but it always missed the scent of just her.
        He finds himself sleeping in her bed alone, only the ghost of her cold touch hugging him, but it provided no warmth or comfort like she did. Even her scent was starting to fade from the sheets. He missed her touch. 
        He finds himself waiting by the front door for her, leaning against the wall, sitting on the floor, peeking out the peephole looking for her; but he knows deep down he won’t see her. He just wanted to see her again. 
        It was his fault after all, he was the one that turned her in. He probably didn’t have much of a choice anyways, it was either that or die, but honestly death seems like a much more bearable situation than having to deal with the burden of loneliness and isolation. 
        Her phone was left on the charger. He had retrieved it from her purse and used it to call Ren and take her away, but he regrets the decision now.
        He managed to crack the password on the fourth day of living without her. It was annoying, but he didn’t have her thumb to unlock it, and it was hard trying to come up with a password since she regularly changed her password as she does with other things in the apartment. 
        After meeting Ren, he understands her paranoia of security.
        He unplugged her phone and looked through her pictures. She barely had any, only pictures of her in high school with who he can only assume were old friends. One had blonde hair with pink highlights and the other had strong muscles and short black hair. 
        The picture was taken from an angle. (Y/N) sat on a couch with a computer and notebooks in her lap as she wrote. Meanwhile, black hair was taking up some of the couch as she leaned on the armrest, glaring at the blonde who intruded on the picture with half of her head in the way. 
        The black hair looked like the brawns, the pink hair looked like the beauty (though Andrew thought [Y/N] was just as pretty, if not more), and (Y/N) looked like the brains. 
        Other pictures included her family farm, some good harvests of the year, pictures of old CD’s she listened to in high school, and old church gatherings.
        Andrew found himself staring at her in the pictures, wondering why he never took a picture with her to remember.
        He looked closer at the church pictures and saw one of the whole church members combined. (Y/N) stood in a blue dress with a white bow on it, and standing a few persons away from her was Ren, staring at her at he wore a white button-up and black slacks.
        That damn man… Andrew thought, annoyed.
        Even in their teen years, he was pestering her.
        He swiped through more photos, finding more of her family farm, before noticing a picture that caught his eye.
        It was a picture of a smaller (Y/N), a few years before her pre-teens, standing next to a wagon filled with a berry harvest. She posed in front of a sign that said (L/N) Family Farm: Fresh is Best below the big font, there was an address.
        12920 N Estrella Lane, 39302, Luna, GE
        Wait a second.
        Andrew plugged the address into the phone maps, coming up with an address 34 hours away. 
        There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation the way he shot up from bed, scrambling to find his shoes. He grabbed a trash bag, piling some clothes, phone charger, and snacks into the bag. He put on a jacket (Y/N) bought him and a disposable mask he found in (Y/N)’s drawers. He picked up his wallet, an envelope of money Ren mailed to him, (Y/N)’s car keys, and something helpful from (Y/N)’s drawer. 
        He locked the door behind him, hopping into (Y/N)’s car Ren left considering he couldn’t trust (Y/N) to drive with him (nor would he allow her to drive anywhere and escape him again). 
        Andrew put the keys into the engine and plugged the (L/N) Family Farms into the car’s GPS. 
        It wouldn’t give him an exact location, but it’s at least a start. If Ren followed (Y/N)’s parents from their farm, then they must live in the same town. It at least gives Andrew a place to start searching. 
        Andrew just has to make a quick stop before he confronts Ren. Hopefully, nothing bad has happened to (Y/N) during this past month.
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        .
        “Darla Carving got 8 years for poisoning her husband, under the charge of attempted murder.” Ren explained, sitting on his bed, eating some grilled chicken.
        (Y/N) tuned him out, annoyed as she stared at the wall.
        “Remember how we went to school with her? She used to be an artist, but now she’s just an inmate.” Ren smiled. “But hey, maybe she’ll be the next Van Gough in prison, I’d buy a piece—you’re not listening again.” Ren frowned.
        (Y/N) rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Can’t you just shut up and eat?”
        “Speaking of food…” Ren smiled, setting down his plate onto his nightstand. “It’s time for you to eat!”
        (Y/N) frowned, already clamping her mouth shut, biting her teeth together.
        “Now, now, it’ll be easier for the both of us if you just listen.” Ren smiled.
        “No!” (Y/N) snapped, watching as Ren grabbed a bowl of tomato soup from the dresser.
        “Say ah.” Ren smiled, holding a spoon to (Y/N)’s mouth.
        (Y/N) kept her mouth shut. She would turn her head the other way if it wasn’t for the straps holding her head still.
        Ren gave up trying to gently spoon it into her mouth, before grabbing her chin and forcing her mouth open, jabbing the spoon down her throat, before scooping up more soup and repeating the process.
        Ren finished trying after some scoops, making sure she swallowed before placing the spoon down.
        “See? It doesn’t get any harder, only you make it tough.” Ren smiled, setting the bowl down onto the nightstand.
        (Y/N) grimaced, closing her eyes as she gave him the silent treatment.
        “Soon the Rohyopnol will kick in, then we’ll get you your bath!” Ren cheered.
        The tomato soup was laced with Rohyopnol, it just makes it easy for Ren to carry her around, hold her, and bathe her without (Y/N) trying to escape, considering she’ll be dead asleep.  
        “What pajamas today? Black or purple?” Ren hummed, holding up two pairs of pajamas, both with pants and long sleeves since she’s not allowed to sleep with a blanket in case she tries choking herself (as if she can escape the straps). 
        (Y/N) stayed firm with her silent treatment, ignoring him. She had 30 minutes before the Rohypnol kicks in and she’ll lose consciousness—she plans on spending that time being petty and spiteful. 
        (Y/N) kept her eyes closed, ignoring him like a child would.
        If you can’t see it, it’s not real.
        “Look at me.” Ren snapped, grabbing her lower jaw. “Stop being difficult.”
        (Y/N) kept ignoring him. 
        “I wish you’d just accept your situation. It’s been a month now, can’t we just get along?” Ren frowned.
        (Y/N) mentally rolled her eyes, annoyed.
        At this point, she’ll suffer from muscle dystrophy being stuck in this chair all the time with no exercise. Perhaps she can bargain with Ren on that; have time out of the chair and regain her strength until she can escape. 
        “Listen to me!” Ren exclaimed, desperate for control even with the upperhand in this situation. “Why don’t you ever listen, Angel? Is it really so bad? I could do worse such as—“         
        A shot rang out through the room, Ren collapsing to the floor, hunched over.
        “What the f—“ Ren looked up to be met with the barrel of a gun, Andrew’s holding the trigger before quickly pulling it without any hesitation.
        “You know, you’d think a guy like this would have security or even good quality locks.” Andrew commented, sighing before he looked over at (Y/N)
        (Y/N) froze, unsure if he was a threat or not. He had traded her in, and now he has a gun after turning against Ren. Will he turn on her again?
        “(Y/N)…” Andrew spoke, taking in the sight of her, happy to see her before he noticed the straps on the chair.
        He walked over to her, walking behind and undoing the leather straps attached to the chair, releasing her.
        She stood up, stumbling a bit as she grabbed the nearby nightstand for support. 
        “What the fuck is your issue?!” she spat aggressively, her legs shaking before collapsing onto the ground near Ren’s bleeding corpse. 
        It was a pathetic sight, like watching a newborn fawn try and stand up on their nimble legs. 
        “Get away!” she snapped.
        “(Y/N), shh. It’s okay.” Andrew frowned, concerned as he crouched down to her level.
        “Who do you think you are?! Some hero?” she spat out, hitting his chest. “You think you can just show up and everything is suddenly sunshine and rainbows? What’s your intentions?” 
        “(Y/N), I just wanted to help.” Andrew spoke, fighting her hits, placing the gun in his waistband and grabbing her shoulders. “Hey, listen.”
        “I hate you!” she spat.
        “Can’t you shut up?” Andrew hissed, annoyed. “I made a mistake, okay? I wasn’t thinking, it was my life on the line!” 
        “How can you think you can save me when you’re the one that put me in this situation?!” (Y/N) scoffed in disbelief.
        “I had to do what I had to do!” Andrew snapped. “You said it yourself. ‘It’s yourself for life!’”
        “I didn’t mean trade me in though!” (Y/N) hissed.
        “You would’ve done the same in my shoes!” Andrew hissed. “You killed my sister for your life! I turned you in for my life!” 
        (Y/N) paused, annoyed at how she could see the semblance, even if the circumstances were a bit different. 
        “We’re even now, okay?!” Andrew spat.
        Almost. If anything, it felt like (Y/N) owed Andrew more. He killed her stalker and he saved her, meanwhile all she did was kill his sister and lie to him.
        She’ll take what she can get. She’s not stupid to try and push this on more when she doesn’t have any good cards in her hand.
        “Okay… okay, I get it.” (Y/N) sighed, woozy as she sat down on Ren’s bed.
        She ignored the shiver of disgust that crawled up her spine as she sat down on Ren’s slumber spot. While (Y/N) sat in the chair in the dark, she could hear Ren’s peaceful slumbers as he slept under warm blankets.
        “I… just want you to know, he gave me some Rohypnol.” (Y/N) explained. “It’s gonna kick in eventually, so I can’t do much.”
        It was probably a small pill crushed up and distributed throughout the entire soup, so she probably didn’t drink enough to make her pass out, only enough to be drowsy and possibly caused temporary slow mental processing. 
        Andrew nodded, looking around Ren’s room before rummaging through his nightstand.
        He found a tissue box, some Rohypnol pill capsules, a bottle of lotion, and some polaroids of (Y/N).
        “Ick.” Andrew groaned, rolling his eyes, already guessing what this drawer was used for.
        “What?” (Y/N) questioned, trying to peek over his shoulder.
        “Don’t worry about it…” Andrew muttered, closing the drawer.
        “What are you looking for?” (Y/N) questioned.
        “This.” Andrew smirked, holding up Ren’s wallet.
        How alike they are; they kill someone and they rob them. It’s not the like the dead person will need it anyways.
        “Let’s go.” Andrew spoke.
        “If we drop by the bank, I can use an ATM and draw out money from him.” (Y/N) spoke.
        “You know his username and password?” Andrew questioned.
        “Please. His username is his first and last name, and his password is my birthday.” (Y/N) scoffed.
        “How cute.” Andrew commented sarcastically, stepping over Ren’s lifeless corpse.
        “Not!” (Y/N) snapped, glaring at him.
        Andrew led (Y/N) out of the house, glad that Ren lives on acres upon acres, therefore having no nearby neighbors. 
        “You stole my car?” (Y/N) huffed, walking out of the house as she saw her car parked near the gate.
        “How else did I get here? Public transport?” Andrew scoffed, taking the keys out of his pocket. “I’m driving.”
        “Yeah, duh. If I did, I’d fall asleep behind the wheel.” (Y/N) spoke in a ‘duh’ tone, hopping into the passenger seat.
        “Moody…” Andrew muttered under his breath, annoyed.
        “You’re the one that practically sold me for some money!” (Y/N) snapped. “Of course I’m moody!”
        “And it was for my life.” Andrew added. “Besides that, what’s next? Back to your place?” Andrew questioned.
        (Y/N) paused, thinking. 
        She can’t go back. Penelope’s dead, and even though Ren erased the store’s camera footage, there’s probably a backup file on an ICloud somewhere. Even if the evidence was completely removed, she doesn’t feel safe going back to that city.
        Ren might’ve told someone about her old dwelling, probably his dad, current owner of the jailhouse she was living in for some weeks before Ren bailed her out. If Ren is found dead in his home, (Y/N) would be a major suspect.
        Even if she did decide to go back to that apartment, she doesn’t want to live in that shitty city anymore, not with all the crazy shit that’s happened there.
        She needs to move away. 
        “Wanna go on a roadtrip?” (Y/N) smiled.
        “Where to?” Andrew questioned, confused.
        “Go back to our apartment. We’ll pack up our stuff, sell the car, and take a train.” (Y/N) explained.
        “Why the sudden idea? Are your intrusive thoughts winning over?” Andrew raised an eyebrow, putting the keys into the ignition.
        “Okay, look. You’re stuck with me; and I’m stuck with you. We have too much blackmail on each other—both ends. So we might as well stick together to keep each other quiet.” (Y/N) explained. “It’s too dangerous for us to go back and stay. Not with all the murders recently. They’ll think it’s you since your home city is just a few cities over. And when they find evidence showing it’s me, it’s over for me too. You need me for money; I need you to keep quiet.” 
        “Yeah, sounds about right…” Andrew sighed. “So, an official truce now, right?” 
        “Seal the deal with a kiss?” she questioned, smiling.
        Andrew looked over at her, smirking. “Ah, but I thought you were still throwing a temper tantrum?”
        “I’m over it. You were reasonable.” (Y/N) hummed, smiling. “A few pecks could really help me, though.”
        Andrew smiled, placing his elbow on the glovebox and leaning on it, leaning in and quickly pecking her awaiting lips.
        “Hey!” (Y/N) frowned, unsatisfied with the rushed kiss. 
        “You said a peck." Andrew smirked.
        “You know damn well I didn’t mean that! A real kiss!” she huffed, grabbing him by the collar and kissing his lips more firmly, staying there for a few seconds before pulling away. 
        “Women. You give them what they want and they want more.” Andrew playfully sighed, grinning at her.
        “Ahaha. Get going and drive, chauffeur.” (Y/N) hummed.
        “Yes, ma’am.” Andrew teased, driving out of the driveway. “There’s some chips in the back if you want them. Have a real snack.” 
        “I’m gonna take a nap and sleep off the pills…” (Y/N) spoke. “When I wake up, I can take turns driving next.”
        “Sure.” Andrew smiled.
        As if. He thought, mentally scoffing. There’s no way he’s letting her drive, he’s a gentleman after all!
        “You just sit back and get some shuteye…” Andrew hummed, placing his hand on her thigh while driving.
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        “All set?” (Y/N) questioned.
        “All set.” Andrew nodded, smiling. “Granola?” he offered, holding out a wrapped bar as he snacked on one himself.
        “Thanks.” (Y/N) smiled, taking the granola bar in her hands, watching as Andrew swiftly picked up her bags. “Hey! You did that to distract me.”
        “You’re just too slow is all.” Andrew smirked, carrying the luggage to the car.
        “Mm… right.” She smiled, shutting the door and locking it. 
        Andrew prepared the car while (Y/N) turned the apartment keys to the complex owner. She exited, finding Andrew waiting for her in the driver’s seat.
        “Hey, I should be driving. That’s my car.” (Y/N) frowned.
        “Not in 30 minutes. It’ll be someone else’s from Craigslist.” Andrew smiled. “Now hop in before we’re late to meet them.” 
        (Y/N) smiled, getting into the passenger seat. Andrew drove out to a public supermarket to meet the new owner of the car. (Y/N) negotiated with the customer and managed to snag a few thousands for the used car. 
        (Y/N) took a cab with Andrew to the train station, getting a first class booth so that they could have a closing door for privacy, that way nobody noticed their faces.
        “Hey, look. You’re on the news…” Andrew spoke, although not happy for the news as he pointed his phone (he got from Ren) to her.
        “It was only a matter of time for them to find Penelope’s body and the security footage. It must’ve produced a foul smell in that box and—hey! That photo is so unattractive!” (Y/N) exclaimed, cringing at her photo.
        A photo of her three years ago, the photo for her legal driver’s license. Her hair was messy and her eyes had sunken in with black eye bags under them, showing her malnutrition since at the time she was homeless in her car.
        “Yeah, not so pretty compared to you now…” Andrew hummed, holding up the photo to her to compare.
        "Stop that!” (Y/N) huffed, snatching his phone. 
        “I’m just saying!” Andrew chuckled, smiling before it dropped. “Hey, you sure about this?”
        “Don’t worry…” (Y/N) smiled. “Well come back, for Ashley and Hailey. I promised them flowers after all.”
        “You promised them flowers? Even Ashley?” Andrew questioned, surprised.
        “Of course I did.” (Y/N) frowned. “She might’ve been… a specimen, but she was still a human after all. I mean, I’m supposed to be saving lives as a nurse, whether they’re a kid or not.” 
        Andrew nodded, looking at the window and smiling, before changing the subject. “Where we going anyways?”
        “I dunno…” (Y/N) hummed, thinking. “Greenland?”
        “And freeze my ass off?” Andrew huffed. “No.”
        “Don’t you wanna see the northern lights. It’ll be so romantic!” (Y/N) cooed. 
        “Huddling together for warmth like penguins under solar rays?” Andrew smiled, grabbing her waist and pulling her into his side, resting his arm around her shoulder. “Maybe that can be a vacation one day. I don’t feel like starting a fire all the time.”
        “They still have heating there…” (Y/N) pouted.
        “No. No yearly winter.” Andrew spoke firmly.
        “Fine. Iceland?” (Y/N) questioned.
        “We can’t go out of states, dummy. We need passports.” Andrew groaned. “Meaning they’ll discover our identities and we’ll take a vacation to prison instead.” 
        “Let’s take a cruise then.” (Y/N) chirped. “I’m sure not all cruises or boats check passports! Let them leave without us and boom, we stay!” 
        “So persistent.” Andrew hummed. “Okay, maybe. But I don’t want to live in a damn city, I’ll tell you that. Find a town to live in.” 
        “A town where we can see the northern lights.” (Y/N) huffed.
        “Deal.” Andrew smiled. 
        “Seal the deal with a kiss?” (Y/N) questioned.
        Andrew smiled. He’s definitely come to enjoy their promise kisses.
        Andrew leaned in, kissing her soft lips for a few seconds, before pulling away.
        “Sealed.” He murmured.
        “Good.” She smiled, pecking his lips again for extra measures. 
        She rested her head on his chest, looking out the train window at the scenary.
        It doesn’t matter where she lives. She’ll find another  hospital to work at after completing her degree at one of the Treegrowth hospitals for a falsified certificate. It's not the best to becoming a good person, but it's something; however, as long as she has Andrew, she has a feeling things will turn out just fine.
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amamaiiya · 2 months ago
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i feel like the live action is gonna be ass tbh
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britneyshakespeare · 10 days ago
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you: nicholas alexander chavez, the actor from ryan murphy's recent work
me, a mama's girl and daytime tv viewer:
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#text post#general hospital#nicholas alexander chavez#spencer cassadine#sorry i'm still not over my shock at this lol#i remember asking my mom MONTHS ago (she follows general hospital news online) 'hey wheres spencer i havent seen him in awhile?'#'oh his character died off. the actor is doing some netflix show where he plays a murderer'#and you have to understand. i dont consume anything to do w true crime. but to my 63-year-old mother. ryan murphy doesnt exist#so bc of just how self-contained the archaic institution of network soap operas are. i just. idk i didnt assume it was a big role#it didnt register to me that it was the sequel to the dahmer show. is what i am saying. and i never thought about it again#mommy made it sound like he might be coming back bc soap opera characters fake-die all the time#and so i put the thought out of my head until completely independently i was watching a video about monsters: menendez being flawed#and i was like. going absolutely insane w how familiar he looked i was like 'ok i know that man cant be too famous but i KNOW him'#'i know him from something and i know him WELL from something. like whatever hes from is iconic to me'#and then the video creator said his name and i was like THATS INSANE WHERE DO I KNOW THAT NAME??!?!??#it's a name i read in the credits but probably never thought in my head at all bc sorry he's just spencer to me#so i googled it and i was gobsmacked. i was like MOM DIDNT SAY he was gonna be in THIS SHIT!?!?!?#i also do lay my life down on the defense that the cinematography of a prestige netflix drama makes him less recognizable to me#who knew him best under cheap soap opera lighting in basic back and forth dialogue shots. like#i have to be honest i never cared for his looks on gh bc he just kinda looked like too perfect. like he looked like a mannequin#i see it now though i get it#i get why he's very fan editable to the true crime girlies i get it#not that it matters. im just in mourning bc it never occurred to me the spencer era was over. i actually liked his character#i cant tell u why bc he wasnt all that distinguishable from all the other basic dramatic character archetypes. idk it was a good performanc#i cant explain to u what makes a soap opera character distinct while still being completely generic (they all are)#i also liked his relationship w his girlfriend in the show it was cute. he was evil but they were sweet#nicky please come back. im begging u. as your only general hospital era fan who is your age#i dont wanna watch monsters menendez i reeeeeally dont
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moeblob · 9 months ago
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I kinda maybe put a lot of my OC plot tag lines on a Wheel and gave it a spin so outta 79 options, it landed on "Cellphone Justice" which is... these two.
Matthew "Skittles" Mouse and Daisy Eddington
Partners in justice (of sorts). They're basically vigilantes and their orders are simply text messages. They don't really know who their bosses are but they do as they are told.
Skittles is a very mediocre guy. Doesn't stand out. The most color he has in his wardrobe is blue jeans. He's amazingly asexual and has zero interest in romance regardless of intimacy and yet he gets partnered with Daisy. The gayest lady he has ever met. Great start. She enjoys calling him fun little nicknames but seeing as they're monitored closely (via cell phones/technology) she is scolded and told to pick a single one. So she does. She dubs him Skittles. The candy as gay as her.
The one thing they have in common is their number one weakness: cute girls.
Daisy turns into a stuttering MESS of a human being. A disaster. At the mere sight of a cute girl. Skittles on the other hand is TERRIFIED of them. When asked, he simply blames his life growing up. Daisy doesn't really push the matter just thinks it's a little weird to be scared of every single cute girl (no offense to the not being afraid of her taken).
#my characters#like the entire thing with skittles is just he is SO boring looking and hes so scared of cute girls#and daisy thinks its REALLY FUNNY dude why are you scared of them haha girls are GREAT#and then she meets his younger sister and is like oh dang dude she is ADORABLE and she sees him practically shaking and sweating#surely its not THAT bad but ah no wait#two days pass and daisy is like oh my god shes horrifying ????? what the hell?#and growing up with her and trying to be a good big brother is all fine and dandy until the cute lil sister gets him hurt a lot#like hospital injuries from either protecting her or just .... somehow wrong place with her at the wrong times all the time#so he gets a fear of cute girls bc his lil sister is a cute monster who is the reason most of his limbs have been broken in the past#like broken leg ? that was from amelia and a stair case#the broken arm ? trying to help amelia get something out of a tree#the broken wrist ? catching amelia falling out of a tree#the other broken leg ? amelia -#the list goes on and on and he also got into multiple fights trying to keep her safe from guys#bc she really is just a cute lil innocent looking girl but shes a schemer and it does come back to bite her#except for she has a good big bro who took the repercussions when he could#daisy just watching her partner pale and shake and sweat when hes in the same room as his sister and daisy feels so bad for him#like hes really going through it even after all these years#but meeting amelia puts a lot into perspective for when daisy and skittles are out and about#cause hes very efficient and chill talking to dudes and to mature looking women#then he turns into a bundle of nerves at wide eyed innocence and daisy is like yeah ok i gotta#i gotta be a lil less gay for his sake only if hes around cause i cant make him talk to his biggest fear thats mean#shes still really gay but yeah it works out and she looks out for him and in turn he looks out for her and its great!#they become friends! yeehaw!#lil trivia is she was a drama kid in hs and he was on the baseball team but never really played or put effort into it#she was a straight a student and he very consciously maintained a c average through calculating grades and missing stuff on tests on purpos#anyway thank u if you read all the tags or even ty if you read just hte post itself#im sorry for ocing on main when its my own ocs#ill be back tomorrow with .... idk what
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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Why has Barnaby made TWO hospital visits in one year??? What was the first one about??? [<-Talking about the Human AU]
no yeah the first one was Howdy's brief stint (a couple hours) for the whole smoke inhilation minor injuries from the fire thing.
the second one was for Wally's festive lil car crash where he comes very close to Fuckign Dying!!! and. well. technically there are many different visits for that one cause he's in the hospital for a hot sec, but yk. technically only two hospital-worthy events
#barnaby: oh man howdy being in the hospital was terrifying!#barnaby: i sure hope i never have to experience anything like this again!#and- whats that? WHY ITS WALLY DARLING WITH A STEEL CHAIR-#its a very distressing event for everyone!!!#a long night of a bunch of colorful Very Stressed friends in a waiting room followed by several weeks of equally stressed visits#its a Bad Accident#like a 'its a borderline miracle that wally survived' accident#the rest of the au is pretty feel-good and the angst is more mild & normal/expected#this is like. just the Big Dramatic Event that fucks everyone up ahaha#i needed to include at least one!!!#its very detailed in my mind...#from the call getting cut off to barnaby sobbing his heart out in the hospital parking garage to etc etc etc#rambles from the bog#wh modern human au#its fun! for me. and anyone who enjoys this flavor of Fictional Drama#ive been going through reddit threads & articles & sites all morning researching medical stuff#as i am wont to do when thinking about characters getting injured <3#usually its for stuff like stab wounds and disembowelment and hypothermia and lung collapse and- you get the picture#car crashes Surprisingly are rarely in my wheelhouse of angst! for some reason! theyre very juicy!#anyway i like to get everything as accurate as possible in my head#and then take Creative Liberties bc this is fiction#but! they're purposeful (mild) inaccuracies! if im gonna do something wrong im gonna do it Correctly!#do the. do the something wrong correctly. do the wrong thing Right! on purpose!#so that if people go 'well uhm acktually' i can say with my entire chest I Know! I Did This On Purpose! Thank You!
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here-on-occasion · 9 months ago
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If I ever acknowledge just how ooc the mcdonald's stuff was for sylvie I'll probably never get over it so i'm gonna ignore the whole thing
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obstinaterixatrix · 2 years ago
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god I could go for a crematorium-ish romance right now. but like not the ones I’ve already read something new. I’ve reread my bias so many times I wanna see a different guy stepping on rakes and getting kicked down flights of stairs and wailing sobbing throwing himself to the ground groveling for forgiveness. and being hit by a car
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ilovefredjones · 1 year ago
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there seems to be an unused ration of… water? yes.
martin crimp, cyrano de bergerac / raoul walsh, captain horatio hornblower
#i heard ‘hornblower? he ain’t human’ and blacked out for the rest of the film#watched chh last night bc a) he was inspiration of jim kirk’s character and b) hornblower is played by ethan peck’s grandfather#so a very full circle moment#and. gah this scene this SCENEEEE#the dehumanisation of authority figures the same way jim is constantly being compared to caesar#their struggles never being visible bc they have to be strong for their crew#and thus almost becoming godlike and infallible#HE AINT HUMAN????????????????????#and god don’t even get me started on the cyrano extract#how he saves his water for CHRISTIAN?????? the woman he loves’ husband????? oh im evil#he values christian’s life more than his own bc ROXANE values christian more!!!!!!! AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH#and how much HIS men respect and admire him even tho he isn’t a general or anything he’s just an ordinary solider#and how the rest of the men and even cyrano himself almost start to believe he’s untouchable#he takes the flack and he’d go to hell and back and thus he’s lifted into this high position#when in reality it’s like. because he hates himself. and his sword and his words are all he has#and if that kills him then it kills him#and it DOES kill him!!!!!!! he walks out of hospital to confess to roxane and he dies and aaaaggggghhghh#normal normal i’m normal#god why can’t i have normal interests like everybody else#no one else is like ‘omg the parallels between this 1951 film and an adaptation of an 18th century french play’#and how they relate to captain kirk from star trek#what is WRONGGGGGG WITH ME WHAT IS MY PROBLEM#god. anyway#jesus christ jemima. have you ever tried to like things a normal amount#anyway. i’m finished now i think#how tf do i even tag this#cyrano de bergerac#captain horatio hornblower
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sysig · 1 year ago
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Doug started it, naturally (Patreon)
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technicolorxsn · 2 years ago
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amputee sabitsuki my beloved<3333
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another-dra-anew · 2 years ago
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:angy: the fact i can’t talk about [redacted], a character who’s such a interesting culmination of how hopes peak and their system fails and neglects people, and also of how having a school like this has given people the opportunities to do great things which change lives, all because they’re a spoiler for something THAT IS LITERALLY [redacted] fucking GETS ME sometimes.
#on the one hand they’re like. oh hopes peak will drop people at the drop of a hat#they care more about their image and having 16 shiny new students to show off. so they’re like#‘oh fuck someone got incredibly injured doing the thing we were gonna scout them for. well. guess we need to fill the spot#that we were going to give to them. not like we could just. wait for them to be out of the hospital! cuz what if they say no and the class#is left with only 15 students? :(…… yk if we stopped being Evil and removed a Evil policy we could easily scout them next school year.#but why would we stop being evil all for one student who was only in this situation bc of how we’ve impacted labor laws?’#and so it’s like that’s horrible and fucked up hpa what the hell#and then the character gets out of the hospital and it’s like. oh by the way betas seen some incredible technological advancements#in the medical/mobility field (<- obligatory i am disabled! i should make a list of disability rep in beta just bc it’s fun but like#there are characters born disabled characters who become disabled later in life. characters with invisible disabilities characters who need#mobility aids 24 7 et cetera et cetera. and any issues they face the message being sent is always we should change the way#people talk about and handle disability and how disabled people are treated. and never ‘we should ‘fix’ disability’!#this characters mobility aid is in part me expressing my own feelings on my being disabled.#and also in part me commenting on how people talk about and treat disability! nuance) so yea. new adaptive tech#and it’s like woah if hpa didn’t exist i wouldn’t have this this prolly wouldn’t have been invented. thanks hpa :]#but i CANT TALK ABT IT IN MORE DETAIL. AGH
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anytim3youwant · 2 years ago
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spn ranting in tags <3
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fictional-men-enthusiast · 2 years ago
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The Jay fan’s dilemma of being excited for him to possibly return and being terrified that something will be revealed about him so horrifically inexcusable and vile that you’ll start to question if you can even justifiably like him anymore.
#awful hospital#text post#shitpost (?)#I’m not talking about like “oh he was a serial killer in the Grey Zone too and he tortured people!”#I mean like#he was an abusive husband to Karen and THAT’S WHY they got divorced#I know their marriage definitely wasn’t the best but I hope that’s not why#I really hope it was just a difference of opinions and world views#or that she was justifiably scared and upset that he was killing people#or that he just like complained too much#I would be like actually upset if we find that out about him#I know he’s just a fictional murderer but he really IS one of my biggest comfort characters#even the hidden pages with Harold put me on edge because it was staring to imply a pattern of abusive behavior that 100% could’ve#carried over to his marriage#I know I shouldn’t expect outstanding morals from Jacob fucking BATESON but still like#you know what I’m getting at right?#I know it’s possible to like morally corrupt characters without condoning their actions or have headcanon versions of characters you like#but still I DO have limits to what will turn me off from a character completely#and I hope he doesn’t do down that route#maybe I’m just being stupid and overly sensitive and morally righteous#over a fictional unhinged killer#idk#in the end me being upset about where the character might go in the future should not be held as genuine criticism#of the story or character writing of the comic#bog has had planned who jay will become and will be all along#and just because I became attached to an incomplete view of that#character it doesn’t mean that the character or the story are bad because something that made me uncomfortable was introduced later
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