i wanna write a new story. i always want to but the thing is i don't wanna write smut but i wanna have it in there ??? someone write smut for a fic i wanna make 🤪
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Patrick swirled in his chair while he waited for Brendon to finish lecturing him. I smirked as Brendon stopped talking. "Yeah, and then an elephant stormed through the house and Ryan screamed louder than he ever did," he said.

"Yeah," Patrick said. "I won't miss again," he said.

"AHA!" Brendon snapped his fingers in front of Patrick. I laughed but stopped and tried to hide my smile behind my hand. Patrick glares playfully at me. I pull my hand away from my mouth and shrug a him.

He rolls his eyes. "I've heard the lecture before, Bren," he said. He propped his feet on his desk and his elbows on the arms of his spinny chair.

"Then why haven't you started listening to me? And doing what I tell you to?" Brendon questioned and crossed his arms. "Hm? Why not?"

"Because.." Patrick paused. "Because."

"Seriously, Patrick?" Brendon sighed. He rolled his eyes and walked away. "I want to talk to you Pete," he said as he walked away. "My office!" he yelled once he turned a corner in the building. "Now!"

Pete looked over at Patrick, who now a stressed look on his face as he looked at his phone. "I'll be right back," Pete mumbled and walked away, following the path Brendon took. He got to Brendon's office and rapped his knuckles on the door. "Brendon?" He asked as he stepped in. "What's up? And more importantly what's up with Patrick lately?" He asked and furrowed his eyebrows. He leaned against Brendon's desk. "Breeeen you called me in here. Talk," he poked Brendon's nose.

Brendon scrunched his nose and wacked Pete's hand away from his face. "Something is indeed wrong with Patrick," Brendon said in a fancy accent, trying to mimick a British one.

"What?" I asked.

"Its his boyfriend," Brendon answered. He sighed and turned on his phone, pulling a picture up. "This is Eric, and obviously Patrick," he said. "The other day when Sarah and I double dated with them, we dropped them off and I saw Eric man handling Patrick."

"What exactly do you mean?" I asked. I already was pissed.

"I saw him push Patrick to the ground then pull him back up by his hair," Brendon said nervously. "I'm pretty sure he's done worse this past week. That's why Patrick has been so distracted and missed a lot of clues on the case I gave him."

"I'm gonna give Patrick a surprise visit tonight," I said and stood from my seat on Brendon's desk. I walked out of Brendon's office and walked back to my own desk, occasionally casting glances at Patrick. I sighed and dropped my head on the desk. I had to admit I've had a crush on Patrick for a while. And if his current boyfriend was abusing him, I will be Patrick's hero and stop him.

"I'm gonna go," Patrick said suddenly. I watched as he stood and grabbed his work backpack and stuffed a file in it before zipping it up and sliding the bag over his shoulder. "Bye Pete," he called.

I smiled lightly at him. "Bye 'Trick," I called after him. I sighed again and rubbed my eyes sleepily. The clock on the wall chimed a few times. I smiled a little to myself. Patrick always left exactly one minute before the clock struck four. "Bren, I'm gonna leave in a little while," I shouted to him.

"Okay!" He yelled back. "Dont forget to stop at Patrick's! Call me before you knock," Brendon said as he walked into the open area. I nodded as I stood. He pat my head and I rolled my eyes at him. He smirked. "Good Wentzy."
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I took a deep breath and stepped out of my car. I checked to make sure my gun was hidden in it's holster under my shirt. It was. I closed my car door and got out my phone. I dialed Brendon's number. "Walking up to his house now," I told him. I didnt even wait for a response, I just hung up and slid my phone back into my pocket. I walked up onto his porch and knocked on the door. I heard a loud yell and what sounded like a sob before I heard footsteps coming to the door. "Hey," I said the blond man who answered.

"Um, who are you?" He questioned. He kept the door closed enough just so that I couldn't see inside Patrick's home. I sighed and tried to look over his shoulder.

"Can I speak to Patrick?" I asked. He shook his head. "Please?" I asked. "Its kind of important. We work together and we're working on a case. I really need to talk to him," I said and crossed my arms. "Let me the fuck in," I snapped. I pushed him backwards, which he wasn't expecting and stumbled back into the house. I stepped inside. "Patrick!" I called.

"Pete, go!" I heard him yell. I ran up the stairs to where I saw him cowering at the top of the steps. His arms wrapped around the 'fence' that would stop people from falling. "Pete please go," he said shakily. "Please. Before I get in more trouble."

"Trouble?" I echoed. He nodded jerkily. I crouched down next to him and he flinched away. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself as I pulled out my phone. I dialed Brendon again. "Get here now. And bring Andy or Joe. Its bad," I said and hung up again not letting him respond. I glared at Eric when he started up the stairs. "Get away from him!" I hissed and wrapped an arm protectively around Patrick.

"Whatever," Eric smirked. Patrick sighed shakily next to me. "Come here Patrick," Eric said. Patrick immediately stood up and started to walk to him but I gently pulled him back. "Come on," Eric taunted. "You dont wanna be in any more trouble than you already are, do you?"

"No s-sir," Patrick gulped. "Please Pete," he looked at me. "Please!" I shook my head and held tighter to him. He kept pleading for me to let him go until I heard the front door slam open.

"Pete!" Brendon yelled.

"Up here!" I yelled back. Soon Andy and Brendon were running up the stairs. Andh took one look at Patrick and immediately was behind Eric, pushing him against the wall and slapping cuffs onto his wrists and took him out. Brendon slowly stepped up the stairs. "Patrick?" I asked. He looked up at me. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Patrick slowly put down the hand he kept over his left eye. I gasped, gently holding his face and moving it so I could look over his black eye better. "I didnt have his dinner made in time," he mumbled. He pulled his face away from my hands and carefully pulled up the sweatshirt he was wearing. Bruises littered his stomach, chest and arms.

I frowned and pulled him carefully into my arms. He sighed and laid his head on my chest. "You're okay now," I whispered. I saw Brendon walk down the stairs. I kissed the top of his head. "You're okay. You're safe with me."