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I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DI LAURENTIS

I hope you like it! 🤍☝😌

Dean could count on one hand the number of times he'd ever set foot in a library.

He usually never went in, but that time his ethics professor had assigned a project on Kant and his philosophy, he knew he absolutely had to go to the library to gather as much information as he could about the thinker so he could complete the assignment successfully if he wanted to pass the course with a good grade.

He needed a 9 average to stay on the team, so failing wasn't an option.

He went into the library and, after asking at the reception desk where the philosophy section was, walked over there in search of the book he needed.

His gaze wandered for a second over the volumes, looking for the letter K that began the philosopher's name.

That's when he saw you.

You were putting a couple of books on the top shelf with the help of a stepladder, and it just so happened that since you were the ONLY person who worked there who was in the same area as him at that moment, you were therefore the ONLY one he could ask.

He walked slowly toward you.

He didn't want to scare you, but it was inevitable when you heard a deep male voice beside you.

You tilted your head as soon as you heard it, and as soon as you saw a head of wavy blond hair and eyes as big as, or even bigger than, his arms, you knew you were screwed.

"Hi, I… I'm…" He trailed off. Since when did he ever go blank? from NEVER- …looking for Kant

-He's two hallways down, where the table with the blue chairs is –you indicated- turn right and there's a whole shelf with his works and essays

-Thanks…

-y/n –you added to fill his sentence, making him smile-

-y/n –he repeated, frowning slightly- Have we met before? “Your face seems familiar,” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” you replied. “We move in very different circles, so we’ve never spoken, that’s for sure.”

“I suppose you’re partly right,” he whispered. “If we had talked, I’m sure I’d remember.”

You felt your cheeks begin to turn red with embarrassment, because… well, it was pretty obvious that the blond stranger with the big arms was flirting with you, and you… let’s just say it wasn’t your strong suit.

“I am hard to forget,” you blurted out, playing along. “My mother says I have a special aura, though I’ve never quite understood what that means.”

“I’m not exactly the best person to explain it to you either,” he said, his gaze meeting yours with such intensity that it took your breath away for a few moments. “So I’ll just say your mother is right.”

You stared at each other for a few more seconds, until you decided to break the spell, nodding your head towards the hallway you'd pointed out earlier.

"You should go get the book now, we're closing in five minutes," you urged, making his smile widen.

"It's the campus library, Y/N," he whispered. "It's open 24 hours a day, 365 days a week."

"Okay, you caught me. It's true it doesn't close, but you…" you murmured. "…you have to go."

"Why?" he whispered, his voice dangerously low as he approached you until your back brushed against the bookshelf behind you. "Do I make you nervous?"

"No," you declared, looking anywhere but at him.

Gently, he cupped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look up at him again.

His eyes met yours, and he looked at you as if he could see your thoughts reflected in them.

"You're lying," he whispered. "You're very easy to read, Y/N."

Then he pulled away, leaving you practically trembling and breathing heavily.

He ran a hand through his hair before pointing down the hallway.

"Well, I'd better go find the book, like you suggested," he smiled. "Although, of course, Kant is very dense, and maybe—and I mean MAYBE—I won't understand some concepts, so it's PROBABLY I'll have to ask someone I trust to clear things up."

"I'm someone you trust?" you questioned. He nodded. "Dean, we've only known each other for fifteen minutes. That's a short time to determine if someone deserves your trust or not, don't you think?"

"Wait a minute" he tilted his head toward you before crossing his arms and leaning against one of the bookshelves. "How do you know my name?"

"It's on the front of your jacket," you blurted out, making you chuckle as you watched him glance down at the garment to confirm that, indeed, his name was stitched on it. "I suppose we'll see each other soon, Di Laurentis."

I WROTE A FIC WITH WILL BECAUSE, WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT FINALE OMG, I'M OBSESSED 😩☝

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT I HAVE TO WAIT TILL THE 25TH TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT? I CAN'T DO THAT OM CHUCK 💔

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS OF THE 5TH SEASON OF STRANGER THINGS

I hope you like it! 😌🤍☝

The creatures from the Upside Down were everywhere.

You watched, horror reflected in your eyes, as they leaped and tore apart the soldiers who were firing at them with everything they had, trying to defend themselves.

You knew perfectly well that no weapon they could make would be effective against them.

You needed something more powerful… or someone more powerful.

The problem was that both Hopper and Eleven were in the Upside Down, so it was practically impossible for them to reach the military base in time to stop the massacre.

Eleven had noticed a sharp increase in energy in the Upside Down, which could only mean that something very bad was happening in the real world.

You tore your gaze away from the creatures and focused it on the group of children behind you, reminding yourself of your mission.

The main reason you and your friends had used the tunnels that time was to rescue the children from the camp where they'd been taken, supposedly to be offered to Vecna ​​as bait, which OF COURSE you weren't going to let happen.

"Okay, guys, I need you to listen to me and look ONLY at me, okay?"

They nodded, staring at you.

"Nothing's going to happen. I'm going to get you out of here, but for that, you have to trust me." You tilted your head toward the opposite sidewalk. "At my signal, we'll run over there so we can get to Radio Shack," you said. "You'll be safe there until it's all over."

"We?" one of the kids questioned. "And what are you going to do?"

"I have to help my friends," you murmured, nodding your head. "Now!"

The children moved quickly while you tried to keep their eyes on you so they wouldn't see the mess around you, but it was nearly impossible to keep them from seeing anything.

When you arrived at Radio Shack, you gave the door a hard push to open it, and once inside, you gathered the children and gave them new instructions.

"Stay here," you whispered, looking at the oldest of the children, who must have been about thirteen or fifteen years old. "You're their protector," you said. "I know it's not easy and that you're scared, but I need you to be strong. Can you do it?"

“Yes” the boy replied, making you smile kindly.

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” you murmured. “When I leave, you all need to work together to make a barricade,” you explained. “Block the door so nothing can get in, and stay away from the windows,” you continued. “The safest place is the back room, since it doesn’t have any windows or a back door,” you murmured. “I’ll come back for you, I promise. In the meantime, you have to…”

Then you heard it. Heart-wrenching screams cut through the air, making you gasp for breath.

You could feel the pain and suffering in the air as if you were the one experiencing it.

Without wasting a moment, you left the tent and scanned the scene until you found the source of the screams.

It was Will, who was lying on the ground trembling, while his mother held his head and whispered that everything was going to be alright.

Your heart sank so much you didn't know how it was still beating.

You swallowed hard and ran towards them, dodging corpses and creatures alike.

When you reached them, Joyce looked at you, worry and tension etched on her face.

"I don't know how to help him, Y/N, I…" she murmured, "I don't know what to do."

"These visions are stronger than before," you whispered, watching her. "They've never been this aggressive." You grimaced. "The only thing we can do is be here for him," you murmured. "You have to stay strong for him, Joyce," you murmured, looking at her. "We all have to." She nodded. "Where is everyone else?"

“I don’t know, we separated when the attack started,” she murmured. “Will and I were going to go look for them when…” She gestured with her head.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Okay,” you repeated. “I…” You swallowed hard. “Stay with him, I’ll try to contact…”

Suddenly, you felt a sharp blow to your right side.

One moment you were on your feet, and the next you were lying on the ground with excruciating pain throughout your body and blurred vision.

You heard a voice calling your name, but your ears were so blocked that you couldn’t make out who it was.

You tried to stand, but your legs wouldn’t respond.

So you crawled on your elbows along the road, trying to get back to where you had been.

You tried to understand what had happened, but you couldn't find an explanation… until you saw one of the creatures from the Upside Down with its enormous, spiny arms covered in blood, YOUR blood.

You let out a groan of pain as you tried to move again, trying to escape the counterattack you knew was coming.

You knew it was coming, but it was impossible.

Your eyes felt heavy. You were so tired, you had never felt so tired in your entire life as at that moment.

So you slowly let your eyes close, accepting your fate.

You heard the creature's paws clatter against the cement floor, and you knew it was the end.

After everything you had tried to stop them, you were going to die at the hands of one of them.

You closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact… which never came.

Suddenly, time stopped.

It was as if the air became charged with electricity and nothingness at the same time.

You could almost feel the creature's breath on your face when you opened your eyes with difficulty and saw it suspended in the air in front of you, one of its sharp claws stretched out towards you.

You gasped in surprise and glanced towards Joyce, and… you panicked when you didn't see Will, but then you turned your head to the other side and saw him.

This wasn't the Will you knew. I mean, it was him, but neither you nor anyone else had ever seen this version of him.

His eyes were completely white, and his right hand was raised towards you.

Then you understood that he was the one who had stopped the Demogorgon's advance.

He had practically saved your life.

You watched as he raised his hand a little higher and twisted his wrist, causing the creature's neck to snap as if it were a dry twig.

The body fell in front of you, and you looked up at him and Joyce, unable to believe what you had just witnessed.

"I warned him not to touch you," he said afterward, when his eyes returned to normal and he was himself again, "but he didn't listen to me," he whispered, pointing at the body, while wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand.

Then he fell to his knees.

Joyce went to help him, while you felt a pair of arms support you to help you up.

You tilted your head to see a tired Jonathan and an even more tired Nancy.

"Guys, I'm sorry. I… I wanted to… I had to…" you gasped, "the children… they…"

"Shh, it's best if you don't talk now," Nancy said. "You have to save your energy, okay?" "You're going to be okay."

"I'm not so sure about that," you coughed, staining your t-shirt with blood. "I think I'm going to die."

"You're not going to die," Nancy declared, gesturing to Joyce. "Help me move her, slowly."

Together they lifted you and carried you to safety behind a truck that hadn't overturned.

You hissed in pain as your side burned and stinged with every breath.

Nancy tore several strips from her and Jonathan's t-shirts to clean the blood, then plugged and bandaged it so you could hold out a little longer until they could take you to a hospital.

At that moment, Will came into view. He stood beside you and gave you a friendly smile, only it wasn't really that friendly.

You knew him too well to know that he only showed that kind of gesture in critical situations like this one.

"Will," you whispered, "you're here."

"Of course I am, where else would I be?" he joked, and you managed a weak smile. "You're going to be okay."

"Do you think so?" you questioned, not entirely convinced.

"I do," he replied, his gaze fixed on you. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop it sooner," he whispered. "If I had been stronger, I…"

"Will, look at me," you pleaded, and he did. "You're not to blame for ANY of this, okay?" "You saved my life," you murmured. "What happened afterward isn't your fault. NOTHING that's happening is your fault," you murmured. "Stop blaming yourself for everything, please."

"Okay, I'll try not to" he paused before speaking again. "You're going to survive. We all will," he said. You managed a weak smile.

"We all have plenty of good reasons to keep living," you murmured, looking at him firmly. "Don't think you're going to get rid of me that easily, Byers."

I JUST WATCHED WUTHERING HEIGHTS TODAY IN THE CINEMA FELLAS, IT'S SOOO GOOD OMG I LOVE IT SM I'M OBSESSED

SOOO I wrote another fic with Heathcliff

I hope you like it! 😌🤍☝

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS EXPLICIT SMUT AND SLIGHT SPOILERS FROM THE WUTHERING HEIGHTS MOVIE

You had no idea what was wrong with you.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, as if both the solution to your problems and the problem itself were about to materialize on the reflective surface in front of you, but nothing of the sort happened.

That's why you left the house and ran far, far away, to a place where you knew no one could find you, a hollow between two rocks, similar to a cave but not as deep.

You sat down on one of them and stopped to think about why you were in this state.

In the end, all the questions you were asked had the same answer.

You had fallen in love with Heathcliff, and you didn't know what to do with that information.

You had known him since you were children, you had grown up together in the same house your whole lives, and you yourself had known him by that name because of your brother who had died several winters ago.

As the years passed, you stopped seeing him as a child and began to see him as a man, who was kind, understanding, good-hearted, and handsome—very handsome.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, but it was impossible.

Your mind betrayed you every few seconds, sending you images of him in different situations.

Heathcliff feeding the horses, his torso bare, so you could see the beads of sweat trickling down his broad back, along with the marks from your father's whip, the result of a beating he'd taken to protect you.

Heathcliff chopping wood in the back of the house, bringing the axe down so hard against the log that his arm muscles bulged and the veins bulged beneath his skin.

Heathcliff showing Joseph how to organize the horses so they wouldn't have any trouble getting along.

Heathcliff, Heathcliff, Heathcliff—that's all you could think about.

Your mind gave you no rest, night after night, day after day.

All the time, twenty-four hours a day.

Without you noticing, he'd slipped his hand under the hem of your dress and inside your underwear.

Soft sighs escaped your lips as you imagined another hand touching you.

You were so oblivious to everything around you that you didn't notice a worried Heathcliff making his way across the field to where you were.

We mentioned earlier that you were the only person who knew about this hiding place, but you didn't remember that he did too.

Heathcliff knew that when you needed to be alone or disconnect from the world for a while, this was your favorite place, a spot where you could connect with yourself and your thoughts with complete freedom.

The problem was that he had seen you leave the house as if the devil himself were chasing you, so obviously he had to go and see if you were alright.

He was about to reach the entrance when he heard a noise, something like a gasp.

At first he thought you had fallen and hurt yourself, but when he tilted his head a little more and saw you, he realized that what he thought had nothing to do with what was really happening.

Your hand was tucked under your clothes, your head was leaning against the rock behind you, and your lips were slightly parted, from which several gasps and broken sighs escaped.

Heathcliff stood there for a moment watching you, before turning to leave, but to his surprise he almost slipped on a pile of stones, which made a clinking sound that alerted you, making you turn your head towards where you had heard the noise coming from.

Your eyes widened when you saw Heathcliff's figure.

At first you didn't know what to do, but when you pulled yourself together and your body reacted, you jumped to your feet and started walking away.

"Y/N," he called, following you. "Wait!"

"Heathcliff, you… you shouldn't have seen…" you blurted out, mortified. "What are you doing here? You should go home. Father will whip you if he finds out you've left home again without his permission."

"We're not children anymore, Y/N," he murmured. "I don't owe Father any explanations," he said. "If he wants to whip me, let him. I came all the way here to see if you were alright," he confessed. "I saw you leave the house too quickly, and I thought you were hurt, or worse, that someone had hurt you," he explained. "But now that I see that's not the case, I should go back then."

"No!" Wait, I… -you murmured- I'm sorry, Heathcliff, I didn't mean to… please don't be angry with me.

"I'm not angry, just a little confused, that's all."

"Confused?" you questioned. "What do you mean?"

"What were you doing before?" he asked, getting straight to the point. "There's no point in lying to me because I'll know when you do," he said. "You're a terrible liar."

"That's not true!" you shrieked, running away from him. He reached you in two strides and hoisted you onto his shoulder as if you weighed nothing

"Heathcliff, let me go!" you exclaimed, playfully hitting him on the back.

When you did, you realized you were back in the cave, where you'd been alone just minutes before.

"Now that we're back where it all began, maybe it'll be easier to explain what you were doing before I arrived," he whispered, his gaze meeting yours intensely.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, tilting your head to avoid looking at him. "I wasn't doing anything."

"Y/N," he murmured, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you would look at him, "I thought we made it clear you're not very good at lying." He whispered, placing his hand next to yours on the rock, leaning slightly towards you. "Whatever it is, you can tell me" he whispered, pressing his index finger to his lips. "I won't tell anyone"

"I know you won't," you murmured. "Even so, I…" You pressed your lips together tightly. "I'm really embarrassed to tell you."

"We've known each other for a long time, Y/N." “Shame isn’t something we possess anymore,” he said, making you smile nervously. “Tell me about it.”

“Well… I… was…” you murmured, “…thinking about you, I don’t know why, I… I’ve tried to understand it but I can’t find any explanation.”

“I see” he said. “And what happened next?” he whispered, making soothing circles on the inside of your wrist.

“I heard there’s something you can do, a place you should stimulate to relieve the pressure you feel in your body from time to time,” you confessed. “I… was trying to release that pressure when you arrived.”

“Well? Did you manage it?” “—he asked gently, you shook your head—

“I don’t know, I don’t think so,” you shrugged, “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to feel, so… well, I haven’t felt anything.”

“If you haven’t felt anything, it’s because you haven’t done it right, or maybe you have, but you haven’t gotten where you’re supposed to,” he said, sliding his fingers down to stop at the waistband of your skirt, “that spot you were talking about earlier… it’s here.” He placed his palm on your lower abdomen. “I can make it stop hurting, Y/N, I can relieve that pressure you feel… only if you want to, of course.”

“Yes, I do want to, I want you to touch me,” you blurted out faster than you intended, making him smile. “Will it hurt?”

“I would never do anything to hurt you, Y/N,” he whispered. “It’ll feel strange at first, but once you get used to it, you’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

“Okay, do it,” you said, clenching your toes tightly as he lifted your skirt.

You felt his long, cold fingers slide along the soft skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

Heathcliff didn’t miss a single detail of the expressions that crossed your face, eager to etch them into his memory for later.

His index and middle fingers slipped inside you… but just like before, you felt nothing.

“Surely this is what you did before, isn’t it?” You nodded, unable to speak. "You were doing well, you were doing VERY well, but you didn't finish the job," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. "Look at me," he asked. "That's it, good girl," he whispered, making you gasp at the tone of his voice.

You felt his fingers curl inside you, causing a moan to escape your lips.

He touched a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed, but from the moment he touched you, you wished he would never stop.

"Heathcliff, I can't… I'm going to…"

"Do it, darling, I've got you. I always will" he assured you.

You involuntarily dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling yourself release, and the pressure you'd felt a few minutes ago vanished as if it had never existed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, searching your eyes with his gaze, and when you smiled at him, he knew everything was fine.

"Yes, I'm… fine," you replied, making him smile. "We should go back before it gets dark," you said, looking up at the sky.

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH VERGIL

I hope you like it! 🤍☝😌

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM DEVIL MAY CRY SEASON 2

You didn't know Vergil very well.

You'd heard about him from his brother Dante, with whom you'd had a good relationship since you'd revived him from cryogenic stasis, but otherwise you knew nothing more about the other white-haired man, other than that he was your friend's brother, one of Sparda's sons, and had a rather peculiar personality.

At first, you thought he'd be similar to Dante in terms of character, but when you met him, you realized he was quite the opposite.

You observed him from your vantage point atop a building, aiming your long-range rifle at him.

Mundus had brainwashed Vergil, making him believe he had saved him from the demons who murdered his mother, so your mission (yours and Dante's) was to show him he was wrong, and that the marble demon was manipulating him.

And if you could also prevent him from annihilating the entire human race, perfect.

You readjusted the rifle's sights and spoke to Dante through the earpiece in your ear.

"He just went through the portal, he took the bait" you warned. "Are you sure about this?"

"Of course I am, Y/N," he replied. "I don't want to fight him." He's my brother after all, so just shooting him with one of your modified bullets will be enough for now,” he murmured. “I don't want to hurt him unless it's absolutely necessary.”

“I understand. I'll wait until he's in my sights” you replied.

Vergil advanced, walking slowly but surely across the plaza in front of you.

The air was thick and dry; it almost seemed as if the atmosphere itself was preparing for the action that was about to unfold.

As soon as the white-haired man was in your sights, you placed your index finger on the trigger and waited to see what his next move would be.

You froze when he tilted his head in your direction, and despite the distance, fixed his gaze on you through the scope.

Without a second thought, you fired, hoping the bullet would hit his shoulder, but he was too fast.

You didn't even see him close the distance between you in mere seconds, and he was right behind you.

You felt his powerful presence behind you, before also noticing the sharp point of the yamato against your lower back.

"So you're my brother's human pet," he said, making you press your lips together tightly. "I should have known."

"I'm not his pet, and I don't owe you any explanations since we just met," you said. "So all I'm going to ask is that you lower your sword, now."

"You're nobody to give me orders, human," he said contemptuously, as if uttering that word hurt his throat. "I am the superior being of the two of us"

"Dante is also a superior being, and he doesn't act like he owns the world," you muttered, before correcting yourself. "Well, actually he does, but not in the way you do."

"What Y/N means," Dante began, appearing quickly beside his brother, one of his pistols pointed at his head, "is that I'm the best of the two of us, the most handsome, the most powerful, the most…"

"I think he understands, Dante," you interrupted, making him smirk. "Lower your sword so we can talk like civilized people, please."

Vergil observed you both for a few moments before sheathing the Yamato.

Dante did the same with his pistols, and you folded the rifle and placed it near you, just in case.

"We need to talk, Vergil," Dante began, his gaze fixed on the man in the blue coat. "We can't go on like this. You CAN'T go on like this. This has to stop."

"I don't understand you, little brother," he retorted sarcastically.

"You know I hate it when you call me that," he growled under his breath. "You have to cut Mundus out of your life once and for all. Tell him to go to hell and kick his marble ass to another dimension or something, but you have to stop believing everything he tells you."

"Mundus saved my life."

"Mundus manipulated you," Dante corrected him. "He made you believe that a horde of demons came to our house and killed Mom, which is true." But what he hasn't told you is that HE was the one who sent those demons – he blurted out – he killed Mom.

"That's not true," he muttered, his eyes wide. "If it were, why would he have trained me and taken care of me when I needed it most?"

"He wasn't taking care of you, Vergil," Dante murmured. "He was creating a warrior in his own image, someone who could spread his chaos to every corner of the universe without him having to leave his throne," he explained. "You have to believe me, I'm telling the truth."

"I know you don't give a damn about my word," you interjected. "But Dante is telling the truth," you murmured. "Believe it or not is up to you, but for the good of humanity, for the good of Earth and Makai, it's in your best interest to believe him."

Vergil remained silent for a few seconds before glancing briefly at his brother and finally focusing on you again

"I see why my brother likes you" he said. "You're different species, but deep down, very deep down, you're the same." He tilted his head toward Dante. "Like Mom and Dad."

"Like Mom and Dad" he repeated, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.

"So… does this mean you're on our side?" you asked. He rolled his eyes, visibly tired of so much negotiation.

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DANTE

I hope you like it! 🤍☝😌

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM DEVIL MAY CRY SEASON 2

Dante didn't understand anything that was happening.

One second he couldn't move or see anything, and the next he could do both.

His eyes widened, and when someone removed the mask from his mouth, he inhaled a deep breath.

His lungs ached from the amount of time he'd been without air from the outside world.

That's when he felt two hands gently yet firmly cupping his face.

He looked up, and only then, when he met your eyes, did he know it was you, that you had come to rescue him once again.

"Y/N?" he asked weakly, noticing how his body was slowly beginning to heal. "It's you, you're here," he murmured, making you smile from ear to ear.

"It's me, Dante, I'm here," you whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

"What happened?" he asked, trying to stand, which he couldn't manage. You caught him so he wouldn't fall to the ground. "Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that, don't you think?" you challenged. "I'm not the one who's been cryogenically frozen," you blurted out, making him stare at you, eyes wide, waiting for an explanation. "After everything that happened with the portal, they put you in a giant ice cube tray and froze you," you explained. "They thought you'd be a threat, so they put you somewhere where you supposedly wouldn't be a danger to anyone."

"And now they've decided to take me out?" he asked. You shook your head.

"Technically, no," you pointed to yourself. "I'm the one who took you out, ignoring the commander's orders, so… well, you could say I'm currently suspended without pay." You smiled. "I'm a nobody." But at least I got you out of there, that's the most important thing.

"They're idiots if they let you escape," he blurted out, "but I'm glad you turned your back on them for me."

"You're not wrong, Sparda," you murmured, "I didn't turn my back on them BECAUSE of you, but because YOU are THE ONLY one who can help me close the portal and send all the demons back to Makai."

"Sure, sure, whatever you say, princess," he said, enjoying the blush that appeared on your cheeks as he did so.

"Don't call me that again if you want to keep your tongue," you murmured.He raised his arms to his sides in a gesture of surrender

"Whatever you say, princess," he added sarcastically, making you snort softly. "First let's save the world, then we'll talk about our professional relationship… Right?"

"Of course it's professional, entirely, TOTALLY professional," you emphasized. "Take it as a job"

"It's a very important job, princess" he smiled. "What will you give me when we complete the task?"

Hi anon! YES I take requests!

It's been a while since the last time I wrote a fic with Patrick, soooo I did my best lol.

Here's the fic! I hope you like it! 😊☝

"YOU'RE RIGHT"

Patrick was thrilled to have you on the team.

Your recent addition didn't seem to sit well with Lisbon, who had repeatedly remained on the sidelines during conversations about the cases they were handling, something Jane (of course) noticed even though she hadn't said anything.

That day's case was something out of the ordinary.

The body of a woman had been found hanging from the highway overpass that connected the road to the city.

Traffic had come to a standstill, as several drivers had stopped to see what was happening.

This is why Lisbon called for reinforcements to set up a security perimeter around the area so they wouldn't be disturbed by any civilians and could do their job in peace.

Within minutes, the police did their job, and after the body was taken down, normal traffic flow resumed in the area.

"She looks bad," Patrick commented. "That's from being in the sun too long," he added, making you smile, while Lisbon rolled her eyes at him. "Too soon for jokes?"

"Not at all…"

"A little soon, yes," Lisbon interrupted, exchanging a sidelong glance with you. "Shall we focus?"

"Okay, my bad," Jane murmured, giving you space to examine the evidence more closely.

You stared at the poor woman's body for a few seconds before looking up at Lisbon.

"Her husband killed her," you blurted out, making both her and Patrick's eyes widen.

"There's no way you know that," she muttered. "We don't even know her name, where she lived, what she did for a living…"

"It's not necessary to know any of that," you interrupted, before beginning to explain. "Her clothes were perfectly ironed when they hung her up, which means she had just left the house," you continued. "A house located in the most expensive part of the city, judging by the gold watch she was wearing, which wasn't a gift from her husband," you explained. "This woman was cheating on her husband with another man." You gestured to the body. "This is a crime of passion."

"Nothing you just said makes any sense." “Lisbon sighed, glancing at Jane. “We shouldn’t even be listening to her. Why are we paying attention to…?”

“She’s right,” Patrick murmured, Lisbon turning to look at you. “She’s right about everything,” he affirmed. “The victim’s clothes were freshly ironed, as you can see the small water stains left by irons when you quickly iron something on the shoulder of the shirt,” he pointed out. “Then there’s the watch.” I must admit that the fact it's gold suddenly distracted me because no lover would give a woman something so expensive, unless…

“…the killer is a wealthy man,” you continued, your gaze fixed on him.

“…who lives in the same area as this woman and her husband,” he added, smiling.

“…and who could therefore be aware of each and every one of their movements,” you finished.

A few moments passed as you stared at each other, until Lisbon's voice broke the silence.

“Okay, maybe after the explanation some things will start to make sense,” she conceded, “but how do you know the husband didn't give her the watch?”

“Because if he had, he would have put his initials on the back…” Patrick said, as you took the watch off his wrist and turned it over.

There was nothing engraved on it

“…and that’s not the case,” you finished for him. “I knew first.”

“I don’t know… I think we realized it at the same time” he laughed, making you laugh too.

“Okay, Jane, if it makes you feel better…” you murmured.

“Patrick” he corrected you politely, as was his way, “we’ve been working together for a while now, you can call me Patrick.”

I WROTE A FIC WITH HENRY

I hope you like it! ☝😊🤍

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM STRANGER THINGS S5

From the first time he saw you, Henry knew you were special.

As he watched you leave your house on your way to Hawkins High School, just like you did every day, he wondered if what he was feeling in that moment was the same as what his father had felt when he first saw him.

He shook his head to clear those thoughts from his mind, to focus on his objective for the day: you.

He needed you to carry out his plan. You were, you could say, a key piece of it.

Without you, he couldn't continue what he was doing, and everything would fall apart.

So the first step was to introduce himself to you, convince you that you could trust him, and then take you to the house where the rest of the children lived safe from everything and everyone in the Upside Down.

Ever since you woke up that morning, you'd had the strange feeling that someone was watching you, but when you turned your head toward the place where you thought you were being watched from, there was no one there. Until that day, of course.

It was the second-to-last period, an hour and a half before you had to go home, and you couldn't wait for the bell to ring so you could rush home.

Your mother had told you that, since your grades had been outstanding, she wanted to give you a present.

So she had rented "Road House" from the video store, a movie you both really wanted to see.

Just before leaving for school, you said goodbye to her, promising to come back early so you could watch the movie from beginning to end.

While the teacher was explaining something on the board about wormholes and the particles that made the Big Bang possible, you felt like you were being watched again.

You glanced toward the door, where a man stood elegantly dressed in a light brown suit.

A hat covered his head, and a pair of glasses framed a pair of lively, attentive blue eyes.

He opened the classroom door, and you turned your head toward your classmates, but they didn't seem to notice what was happening.

You went to say something to them, but he stopped you, gesturing for silence with his index finger to his lips.

"They can't see me, or hear me," he whispered. "It's just you and me, Y/N."

"Who are you?" you asked. "And how do you know my name?"

"I know many names, just as I know many other things," he replied, offering a kind smile. "Now you have to come with me," he said. "You can trust me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," you said firmly. "I don't know who you are or how you know my name, I don't even know what's going on." You looked around. "Am I dreaming or something? Will I wake up in my bed, and this will all have never happened?"

"You're not dreaming," he explained. "I've created a space within this classroom so we can talk without being disturbed."

"Why do you want to talk to me? What do you want?" “You ask too many questions for someone so young,” he said, making you look at him more closely.

“You say that as if you were old,” you murmured. “You can’t be more than forty.”

“I’m flattered,” he smiled, gesturing toward you with the brim of his hat. “You’re a very clever girl, maybe too clever,” he whispered. “That’s going to get you into trouble someday.”

“It already has. You,” you pointed out. “I can’t trust you. Something deep inside me tells me I shouldn’t.”

“And what does the other part say?” he asked, taking a simple step toward you. “The part you’re trying so hard to silence?”

"It says I should go with you," you murmured, "but I won't," you said decisively. "I'm too smart to fall for your tricks," you said, making him smile.

"That's precisely why I need you," he explained. "A brilliant mind like yours combined with mine could do great things together, Y/N," he whispered. "Tell me, do you want to do great things? To be important?"

"What I want is to go home to my mother," you declared. "So get out of my head." Suddenly you blinked rapidly, and when you realized it, he had disappeared, and the bell outside the classroom was ringing, announcing dismissal time.

"Y/N," the teacher called, noticing that you had stayed seated in your seat, when you were always one of the first to leave, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm just… tired," you replied, managing a small smile before hurriedly shoving everything into your backpack. "See you tomorrow."

You left school quickly and pedaled your bike home, where you yanked open the door and, after dropping your backpack in the hallway, announced your arrival with a simple phrase:

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" you said, feeling a huge wave of relief when you saw your mother dressed in an apron, her hands covered in flour.

"Hi, honey, you're back earlier than usual today," she smiled. "I was baking some muffins while I waited for you," she whispered. "Ready to watch the movie?"

"Yes," you mumbled distractedly, but she knew something was wrong; her maternal instinct NEVER failed her.

"Did something happen at school?" she asked.

"No, why do you ask?" you defended yourself.

"I don't know, you seem… different," she said. "Well, don't worry, it's probably just me…"

"Mom," you interrupted politely, "Did a blond man in a suit, with almost round glasses, come to the house asking for me?"

"No," your mother replied. "Why?"

"No, it's just…" you shook your head. "Never mind, let's watch the movie."

"Okay," she smiled. "I'll take off my apron and wash my hands, and now I'll be with you," she whispered. "Why don't you put the tape in the player?" You know that thing sometimes gets stuck.

"Sure" you smiled, going to the living room and doing as he said.