Memories

A gift

I up the scissors down the light blue ribbon. I let go and it curls up just the way I wanted it to. I've wrapped the box in a white wrapping paper. It's the first birthday gift I've gotten him, It's so nerve-wracking. Will he like it? Will he find it tacky? Would he ever even wear it? Will he give it back to me? Will he understand what I wanted it to mean? I'm rambling again, aren't I? I lay down the scissors and take a deep breathe. He'll like it. He has to. I got him a hoodie, but not just an old camp hoodie. I had brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie. I cut them down the middle, and sewed one of each hoodie together. I made it as invisible as possible. I think it's okay. I also sewed the rest of it together, but I'm keeping that one. Because it's means a lot to me to, to know that I two homes, one here and one there. It's wonderful. I exhale, It'll be okay. He'll like it. there's a knock on my door and shove the box under my bed. "Come in!" I yell, walking to my dresser to look busy. The door opens, but I don't look, roaming through my clothes. "Hello Nicholas" A joking voice says. Jason. "Still not my name" I chuckle. The door clicks closed. And I shut the upper draw, let's hope he didn't see mine. I'd forgotten that I put it in my dresser. "I know" A small wind rustles through my cabin. He's happy, good. Let's hope I don't ruin it. I turn around, looking at him. "So how's my birthday boy?" I tease as he places his hands on my hips. I'm caught a little off guard and he presses his warm lips to mine. Though I quickly settle into the familiar feeling. He backs me into the dresser. My feet slip from the floor with ease and he places me atop the dresser, that is for once not messy. I let my hands rest down his hips, fingers grazing his lower back. I reach down, giving him a light tap on the butt. Light enough that he'll whine about not feeling it. I slip my hand into his back pocket.

He pulls back. Breathing a bit heavily. "Better now" He mutters. "Can more of this be my gift?" He asks, whiney boy. "But then you won't get my real gift" I say playfully. Jason sighs, he's standing right against the dresser. "Wait, you got me a gift?" His shoulders go slack. He looks really confused. Was I not suppose to get him something. "Yeah" I say, suddenly feeling very awkward sitting the dresser. I should get down. I go to move but Jason holds me fast. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously" Blood rushes to my face, I shouldn't have gotten him anything. My legs are shaky. My chest's tight. "You didn't have to do that" Jason mumbles, losing eye contact. His cheeks turn a light pink. I swing my legs over the side and slip back down. "Well I did, so here" I grab the box from under my bed and practically shoves it into his hands. He fumbles with it, almost dropping it. "Huh" He chuckles. "Thank you" He says, he hasn't even tried to open it. "Well, come on. Open it" I rush out. I hope he likes it, he has to like it. Please like it. "Okay okay" He murmurs. He gently pulls the ribbons lose, undoing it with such care. I lean on my arm on my nightstand, trying to look casual. Like, I'm not freaking out, I'm totally fine. He rips at the white paper gently, it's almost like he's never gotten a gift before. Jason sets the ribbon and paper down on my dresser, looking at the box. He looks up at me, confused. Gods, he clearly hasn't gotten a gift In years. "You, got me a box?" He asks. Weirdly enough, he doesn't sound disappointed, just confused. "No" I laugh, pushing himself op from the nightstand. I grab the scissors and slice open the tape. "It's in the box" I explain. "Oh" He laughs, and opens the box. For a couple of terrifying seconds. He doesn't react. He hates it, he can't stand it, he'll throw it out. Then his face lights up, he's grinning. He pulls the hoodie out, setting the box aside. He feels the soft fabric, then along the part where the shirts meet.

"Nico, it's, gods it's" He looks op at me, eyes so bright with joy. "It's perfect, I love it" He exclaims. "Thank you thank you thank!" Even though it's almost summer he slips the hoodie on. He crashes into me, wrapping me op in a bone crushing hug. "You're welcome" I mumble. I pat his back, a, hey let me go. He gives me one last squeeze before he let's go. "Where the hell did you even get this?" He asks. I reply without thinking. "At the camp stores" "You can get at the camp store?" He asks, snuggling his face into fabric. "Half of it yeah" I say. He cocks his head to the side. "Explain" He says, sticking his hands in the pocket. That was such a pain to sew. I chuckle "Well, I brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie, and then I cut them in half, and then I sewed together. And there you go, new hoodie. I did that, because I know you have a hard time choosing between your camp half hoodie and your camp Jupiter hoodie, and also, it's like, because they're both your home in different ways." I explain, leaning my elbow on the dresser. Jason sniffles, and I glance op in a panic. "Nico, honey. Thank you, so much" He's getting a little teary eyed. "I love it, I love it so much" He wraps me op in another hug, lifting me off my feet by accident. "Hey, it's okay" I rub my hand op by his back. "it's okay" I whisper. He chuckles, pulling back. "What you do with the rest?" He sniffles. I cringe a little. "Well, I didn't wanna throw it out, so I did the same with them" I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you have it?" He asks. "Yeah, you can have that one too if you wa-" "No" He chuckles. "No I don't want it, does it fit you?" I stop halfway through looking for the hoodie. "It fits like your clothes fit me" "Great, put it one, we'll have matching clothes" He almost giggles. I grab it out and slip it over my head. I smile at my happy boyfriend. He caresses my cheek. Leaning in for a kiss. It's short and sweet.

"That's better"

Reblog fat cat if you’re gay

Little time

Word count : 2,1 k

Pairing : Jasico (Jason x Nico)

I walk into the Hades cabin, ready to hear why Nico hasn't left it all day. As soon as my eyes lands on him. I have the answer. Nico, my boyfriend. Is dressed in his little space clothes, laying in bed with his stuffie in his arms. His little legs, clothed in light grey sweatpants, are curled op close to his chest. He hasn't seen me yet. I gently close the door and fully step into the cabin. At first I thought he was sleeping, but when I listened closer. The sound coming from him wasn't snoring, it was whimpering. I bend over and take off my shoes before joining my baby on the bed. "Hi little one" I coo, gently sitting down next to him. He sniffles, but doesn't say a word. He pops his paci out. Crying. "Daddyy!...." He wails. Shuffling to lay his head in my lap. I reach out and help him to. I stoke his hair. "What's got my baby so upset?" I ask, running my hand down his curved back. He's almost laying like a ball. As I reach his bottom, there's a sinking feeling in my chest. I really hope I'm wrong. "Did you have an accident?" He pouts, shaking his little head no. "No?" "No" he presses his face into my thigh, mumbling. "What's wrong little one? You need to tell Daddy or he can't help you"

"I.... I don't knoww..." Nico mumbles in my leg. I bring my hand back op and gently stoke his hair. "Okay, okay honey" I murmur. "Think you can be a good boy for me and come op? Huh?" I ask, gently tangling my fingers into the bottom of his curls. He whines, but slowly makes his way op on his knees. "Oh that's my good boy" I praise, shifting to the centre of the bed. "Come, come sit in Daddy's lap" I pat my upper thigh. Nico discards his pacifier on his nightstand. He crawls op to me, settling on my lap with a small thud. "No no, have your paci, baby" I say shaking my head, I grab his paci and pop it back in his mouth. He mumbles something and shifts a little. He reaches op and pulls it out of his mouth. "No, baby please don't take it out. Any upset baby of mine wil keep his paci" I say. "But Daddy...." Nico whines "I'm thirsty" I chuckle a little. "Do you want some water?" I ask. "Mmm" He nods, popping his paci back in his mouth. "Okay, move your little bottom" I pat his thigh and he shuffles off me. I grab a bottle of water from my bag that left here this morning. I pass to him and get back in bed with him. We get back to our previous position as Nico slowly downs the bottle. After he's had half of it, he tries to set it aside. But he can't reach, I take it from him and set it on the nightstand.

"Better?" I ask, gently popping his pacifier back in his mouth. Nico happily nods and sucks on his paci. Gods, If I had known this about from day one. I've never been able to be scared of him. If only I knew, he was a little. It's not like I wouldn't have be able to take him seriously, but I wouldn't have be able to be as scared of him as I was. And sure at first it kinda weirded me out. But, the first time he went into little space around me. Gods I melted. At first, he would still use my name, because I'd asked him to. But when he started to slip op, calling me Daddy, Dada, and Baba. He would get so embarrassed and upset by it. Eventually I told him to call me whatever he wanted. It didn't bother me at that point. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that my little boy was shifting and looking a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong Baby?" I coo, running my hand op his leg. He shifts, whining. I grab the pacifier and pull it out. "I, I need to use the bathroom" "Go then" I pat his thigh. "But-" "No buts, bathroom, now" He whines, but does get up for the bathroom. It takes maybe 2 minutes before he is back on my lap. "Why don't you have a nap?" I ask. "Noooooooooo" He whines, bouncing a bit. "I slept all night. I don't need a nap" He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and over his (my) old shirt. "How long, was all night?" I ask. "Like, 9 whole hours" He mutters. That's impressive for him. On a normal day, it's 7 hours at the most. 9 hours if I get him down for a nap. Which he pretty much always refuses. So to have 9 hours of night sleep is really good. "Woah, 9 whole hours? That's really good baby" I praise, tangling my hand into his hair. He tilts his head in the touch. "But are you sleepy?"

"Noooooo" He murmurs. "Okay, okay. Not sleepy, do you want your paci?" I ask, grabbing it from the nightstand and waving it in front of him. "Noo!" He yells. I wince, turning my head on instinct. "Little one, do not yell at me" I state. There's a small ringing in my ears. "Humph" He huffs, wrapping his legs around my hips. "Did you want your paci?" I ask again. "Noooooo!" "Young man, you know very well that you do not yell at me" I state, shoving the pacifier in his mouth to quiet him down. I give him a small smack on the side of his bottom. "Now, quit fussing or you will be down for a nap" Nico mumbles something but through a pacifier it's not understandable. "Are you gonna quit fussing?" I ask, hooking a finger into the pacifier, ready to pull it out if he is done being fussy. Also ready to shove it back in if he isn't. He nods, mumbling something I can't really make out. I've got it half way out. I pull it out fully. "Are you gonna be good?" He avoids my eyes. Mumbles out what could be a yes, or a no. But I take it. Not in the mood to keep him in line. "Thank you" I praise, laying his pacifier back on the nightstand. "Noooo" Nico whines, grabbing for it. He snatches it and pops it back in his mouth. Nico happily wraps his arms around my neck, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. He leans forward, resting on his knees. Maybe, my heart melts a little. Just a little. I chuckle, running a hand down his back. "Mhmh Mmm" Nico hums. After a bit. He tugs on my neck. "What is it?" I ask, gently tapping him on his bottom. He presses his face into my neck. His pacifier digging into my skin. He mumbles something. "What baby? Daddy can't understand you" I say, musing a bit. He whines, shifting a bit. He leans back and the pacifier drops from his mouth on accident. He whimpers and grabs it again. He wiggles his hips a bit.

"Aww" I tease, gently patting him on the butt. "Is that it?" He nods. "Are you gonna be a cute little boy? My good little boy?'' I tease, popping him on the butt, perhaps a little harsher then I meant to. He gives a small jump, whimpering. Shit. "Sorry" I mumble. We've never really talked about, actual pain limits. And, I don't think you spank your little. At least not with out a damn good reason and consent. "Are you okay?" I ask, gently running my hand op the back of his shirt to trace patterns on the soft skin of his back. "I'm okay'" He murmurs, putting his paci to his lips. Stopping to get my approval. I nod and he pops it back in his mouth. Nico happily continues to suck on his favourite pacifier yet again. Seemingly not faced by the pain. He muses, and buries his face in my neck. I trace my fingers alone his spine. He giggles, gently pressing his knees into my sides. I leave my other hand on his little butt. After some more giggles and wiggles from my little boy. He starts to shift his hips again, leaning his rear back into my hand. "Come on baby, tell Daddy what you want" I coax, gently dragging my nails down his back. He mumbles something into my neck. "Excuse me? Daddy can't hear you little one" I coo. Nico whines, and I feel his pacifier fall down by my back. "Will you please do that again?" He mutters. I reach back and grob for the pacifier, luckily I catch the, handle? i guess you call it that. I lay in it on the nightstand. He's dropped it so many times that's its gotten dirty. "Daddy~~" He whines, grabbing for it. "Sorry baby, but it's dirty. You can't have it anymore"

"I want my paci....please?" Nico mumbles. "No baby you can't have that paci, why don't you go find another one?" I redirect. "No..... I want that one!" He wines reaching out to grab it. I grab his hand and bring it to my lips to shift his attention. "Daddy..." Nico mumbles, blushing. I gently grab onto his rear to keep him distracted. He whimpers at the touch, but leans into it. "There's my baby, all flustered and small. Don't worry, Daddy’s got you" I coax. He blinks a couple times, eyes going blank and doey, falling into my grasp. Oh, that's new. Unintended side effect, I suppose. He makes one last attempt to grab his pacifier. I give him a little smack on the butt. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. "Please?...." Nico asks, his mouth gone slightly slack. "You can have another pacifier little one, just not that one. It's dirty" "Okay...." He mumbles, shifting to move off me. I get op and find him one of his other pacifier. We settle back in bed, he quickly grabs for said pacifier. "Ah ah now" I tease. Nico pouts, and grabs for it again. I raise it beyond his reach. "Ask nicely" I instruct. He whines, but does still. "Can I please have my paci?" he asks, hands placed on his thighs. "Yes you can" I muse, popping it back in his waiting mouth. My little boy hums very happily and bounces on my lap. He is such a cutie pie. He reaches his hands op, stopping again for my permission. "Come on little one, it's okay" I coo. His small arms settling around my hips. His eyes were blank and empty, so small and innocent. It's not a look I get to see a lot. Nico never got to be a child, never got to keep his innocent. Which is why he needs this. He tucks his head into my neck. I pat his little butt, knowing that was what he wanted. He gives a small whines, shifting a bit. He wiggles a little and I do it again. He mumbles something. "You like that?" I ask, continuing to toy with his bottom. Patting, grabbing and smoothing my hand over his rear end. "Mhm" He hums, gently nodding his head against my neck. "Good boy" I praise, continuing my distraction. I move my hips a bit to get comfortable. My baby whines, shifting as well. As I continue my little distraction Nico starts to grow heavy in my lap. Growing tired, I'd assume.

"Aww, does my baby need a nap?" I feel a small nod against my neck. I give his butt a small smack, he gives a little whimper and his arms tighten about my waist. "Okay, do you wanna stay in Daddy's lap or do you want to lay down?" I ask, gently popping on the bottom again. He mumbles something I can't hear. "Okay okay, I know. Do you want to stay in Daddy's lap?" I ask. He nods and shifts a bit more. "Okay little one, have a nap in Daddy's lap" I coax, continuing to grob his ass. He nods, pacifier dragging along my neck. He shifts one last time before he gets comfortable in my lap. After a bit, Nico goes limp, snoring. The pacifier drops from his mouth and I catch it this time. I move just enough to lay it on the nightstand. I lean back and relax. I guess a nap isn’t too out of place now. I can’t really do anything else. I’ve got nothing around. No books or paper, not that i could do anything with them. I rest an arm around his hips. When ever Nico sleeps in my lap, I end op taking a nap as well.

Today, is no exception.

Sweater

you look around in your and Spencer's shared closet, runing your hand over every shirt, trying to pick a good shirt for the rainy day. It's chill out and while your appartment is heated, it's still chilly enough to need a long sleved shirt. Since your favioute sweatshirt is in the wash, you're looking for another comfortable shirt. Spencer's been called away for a missing child, so at worst, he'll be home early tomorrow, if it's good he might be home in a few hours.

You've just run your hand down your last swearer, finding the material rough and unforgiving for you today. You run a hand down over the sweater that separate your side and Spencer's side of the closet. The feeling of the soft cotton sends a shiver down your spine, that's it. That's the one you want. Spencer's dark blue, light but warm sweater. You pull the sweater off the hanger and pull it on over your t-shirt. You press your nose to the fabric, breathing in the smell of Spencer's deodorant and cologne.

You settle on te couch with a hot mug of tea. You mind wanders to the case. Spencer muttered off some details to you bofre he left this morning. A 7 year old boy went missing from a church youth program, when his mother came to get him, the program leader said his grandfather had picked him op, but the boy doesn't have a living grandarent. It's case like these that make you not want kids. You'd love to have a family with Spencer, but cases where kids go missing from safe places, they creep you out.

While you don't want the church going, white fence or classic nuclear family, you'd like a kid or two, not more then three though. The idea of a family life with Spencer, it would be tough, with his job, but you'd really love it. Life in a home with some good land and a few kids runing around outside. You sip the hot tea, bringing yourself back to your reality, there's nothing you can do to help the boy. All you can do is be there for Spencer when he comes home, to keep him ready and able to help when another boy goes missing.

You take another sip, relaxing as the liquid warms your throat and stomach, making you feel cozy and safe as you snuggle op under a blanket. You're not sure when Spencer left, it was either late last night or early this morning, it was dark out. That much you are sure of, it was dark out. You hope it's not raining where ever in the country Spencer is at the mommnet. You don't even remember if said where he was going. Does it matter though? isn't a missing kid a missing kid no matter where they are from? You finish off your mug of tea, craving for another. You drag yourself op from the couch, needing some golden goodness. As you're stirring in your milk and sugar, Spencer comes back through your front door seemingly in disstressed. You grab another cup, kowing Spencer's wil either want tea or coffee. "Hi honey" You greet, watching as Spencer drops his bag with no regard for it's safetly on the floor. "Tea?" You ask, lifting his normal coffee cup. "Yes please" He nods, sheding his shoes and jacket. You never wore shoes inside, when you told Spencer this, he insitsted he'd do it too.

"Do you-" "He wasn't alive when we got there, he was dead within the hour he was taken" Spencer sighs, joining you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry" You mumble, pouring Spencer a cup of tea. Spencer stands behind you, tucking himself close to you as he wraps his arms around you. "It's not your fault, it's the bastered who took him fault"

"i know, but still" You say, stirring a few teaspoons of sugar into the tea. Spencer's always had a sweet tooth, sweet tea and sweet coffee are a must. "Mhmm" Spencer adknowledges your statement, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I don't wanna think about it anymore, i'm home now" Spencer presses himself closer to you.

"Of course" You say, crading your neck to let him snuggle close to your skin. His breath on your neck makes you shiver, but you let him, knowing the scent of you always calms him. "Thank you" He mutters. You tap his arm and he let's go of you. You give him the hot mug, and he takes it, tugding to the cough with you following behind with your own tea. You sit down nex to Spencer, leaning into him slightly.

"Is that my sweater?" He asks, laying an arm around your shoulders. You find yourself flushing. "It may be" You say, setting your mug down on the small coffee table. "You look, wonderfull in it" Your reponse is muffled by Spencer leaning in and pressing his warm, sweet lips to yours. You lay a hand on his chest in surprise. It takes you a second to kiss back, grabbing his collar with one hand and wrapping your other arm around his neck. He pulls back a second, catching his breath. "Was this on purpose?" He heaves and you stramble to know what he's asking you.

After a momment you admit defeat. "If what is on purpose?" You ask, toying with his collar. His hand grabs at the fabric of your- his sweater. "You're wearing my sweater, you know how i feel about seeing you in my clothes" He mumbles, straddling your lap. You grin. "Remind me" You sneak a hand down to pull his shirt out from his slacks. He seizes your wrist, eyes staring straighet at the sweater you've got on. "Don't push it, just kiss me" Spencer demands

"Mhm, i don't know, you're not being very nice Spence" You tease, undoing his top button. You smile as your tone makes Spencer shiver. "Please kiss me?" He tries, shuffling closer to you, bringing your bodies together. His arms settle down around your waist. "Mhmm, i don't think so baby-" "Please! Please i need to kiss you y/n" He tugs at you harshly and you chuckle. "Oh, needy for me? You need me?" You tease. Spencer gives you his famous puppy eyes and you melt, you can't help it. "That is not fair, Spencer Reid" "You're not fair either" He pouts.

You sigh and drag him down into a firm kiss. His lips are sloppy on yours. You slide a hand around his back, pulling his shirt op from his pants anyway. His protests are muffled in you lips, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He softens in your lap, relaxing as you kiss him. You slide your hand op his back, feeling the soft skin. He whines at your touch, and pride swells in your chest. You love how he reacts to your touch. "Spence?" you mumble between kisses. "Yes?" He mumbles back, sliping a hand under your sweater to feel your skin for himself.

"It's wasn't on purpose, but the next time it will be" You mutter, firmly grabbing ahold of his shirt collar. "That's not fair" He whines, his mouth so close to yours that you can smell the sweet tea on his breath. "Tell me you don't want it then" You tease, hoisting his hips op closer to yours. "I can't" He gasps as his hips hit yours, grabbing on tightly to your waist. "Then quit complaining" You give your hips a small thrust into his, watching as he tries to not moan. "I'm sorry" He gulps, fingers digging into your skin so harshly you know you'll end op brusicing. "That's better" You praise. "Now tell me what you want"

"I, um"

"Use your words Spencer" You tease, watching as he blushes and tries to stammer out his answer. "I want to fuck you in my sweater" He confesses. You blush, not expecting this explicet answer. "Well" You huff, manuvering around to lay under him. Spencer follows, staying atop you. "You better get started then" You wrap your arms around his neck. "You are gonna kil me one day" He gulps, chuckling slightly. "Mhmm," You reach op and tug him down for your mouths to met again. You hook a leg op around him. "I might, but you'll like it i'm sure" You mutter in between kisses. "I love you" He whispers to you as he begins to kiss down your neck. "I love you too" You whisper back, sliding a hand op into his hair, tanggling your fingers in his soft curls. He undoes your pants, shuffling to get them off you and leave you in your underwear only. You reaching op, undoning his shirt and pulling it off him.

"Baby, if you don't hurry op and fuck me, i'm going to do it myself" You huff as he works to get his pants off. "Keep being a brat and i won't fuck you at all"

"Okay, okay, i'll be good"

"Good, because i'm gonna need you to you to hold on for a while" He says, slipping out from his boxers and tossing them on the floor. "What? Spencer that's not- hey!" You yelp as he lifts your hips and slips your underwear down to your knees. Spencer leans op, close to your face. "You heard me" He grunts. "I'm gonna take my time with you and you are gonna hold on until i give you permisson" Spencer muffles your answer in his lips and you stoamch twists. You know what taking his time means, it means he's gonna rail you six ways to sunday. And you can't wait.

Chewelry

Luke knows he saw Reid putting something in his mouth, at first he thought it was a breath mint, but what mints come in a round blue container? None.

They've been together for a few months and well Luke is aware of Spencer's, special behaviour, and the fact that he has an autism assessment in a week. On the next Wednesday. Luke tries his best to susport him and what he needs but it's hard when Spencer won't tell him because he's embarrassed.

Luke get's in the drives seat, glancing and hoping to spot the blue thing. "Ready to head back to the office?"

"Actually, would you mind dropping me at the metro?" Spencer cutches his bag close to himself. Luke's demeanor takes a dive. "Of course Spence, are you sick?"

"No..." Spencer mumbles, rocking back and forth slightly

"Hey, tell me what's wrong" Luke coaxes gently, locking the car so they won't be bothered. Spencer whimpers a bit, bouncing his leg. "I just...need to go home"

"I can drive you home, why would you wanna take the metro?"

"I just, need to be alone"

"Spencer, anything you need to do to feel better, you can do around me" Luke promises. Spencer bounces his leg a bit more, looking uneasy. "Promise?" Spencer grabs for Luke's hand and Luke gives it to him to hold. "Promise Spence" Luke says again, gently squeezing his hand.

Spencer pulls out a chewable necklace and begins to chew. Luke does his best to not react, only starting the car to take Spencer home. Sure it's, unusual. But if it helps, then it helps and that's all that matters. Plus, it's harmless, and a lot of Spencer's other self soothing isn't. Spencer's leg is bouncing restlessly as Luke drives. That in is self is not uncommon, but the fact he isn't rocking, not even slightly, is very different. So the, chew thing, is helping.

"How long have you kept that from me?" Luke tries to stop the question, but it comes out anyway. "A month and fourteen days.." Spencer admits, looking down, the chewable necklace still in his mouth.

"And what just is it cariño?" Luke asks gently, turning down the street to Spencer's apartment. Spencer doesn't answer right away, and Luke doesn't press, maybe he's gone non-verbal again.

"C-chewelry"

"What?"

Spencer whimpers and Luke squeezes lightly his hand "I'm not mad, just confused, i don't know what that is..... Do you need some quite?" Luke half whispers as they drive into Spencer's parking space, the parking space that is basically Luke's now. Spencer makes a light humming noise that Luke takes as a yes. So he shuts op. Helping Spencer out of the car isn't always easy, as his body sometimes just freezes op for hours. Luke smiles as Spencer gets out without a tug or a little reassurance. He simply follows Spencer op into his apartment.

By the time Spencer's gotten into more comfortable clothes and his body feels like his own again, Luke's made his bed op for him to rest. "Come on" Luke gently takes Spencer's arm, leading him into bed. Luke's sure he's worn out by now and while he sometimes thinks he's treating him like a child, Spencer's ever protested to the princess treatment. Spencer slips into bed, the chewelry still tucked away in his mouth. Luke would have thought he'd have given it op by now, but he's doesn't mind. It's actually pretty cute.

Spencer's eyes are half closed, Luke still has no clue why or how Spencer got overwhelmed today, but does it really matter? He'll ask him tomorrow. For now, Luke tucks himself in behind Spencer, holding the extremely tired man in his arms.

A culture project

Ship : Analogical

One shot

a little background : Logan and Virgil got partnered up for a project. Logan being the school Punk. Virgil being the shy but bad emo. They didn't exactly get along at first

"Look Logic, I'm not a people person. Okay" Virgil says kicking his leg op on the wall behind him. "first of all it's Logan, not Logic. And I'm not a people person either, but we have to get this done" Logan says spinning around and leaning on the wall. "ugh fine, what are we doing then?" Virgil says looking up at the slightly taller man. Logan puts both his arms up around Virgil, trapping him. Before Logan could get a word out, he heard laughing he turns his head to see the people walking by where pointing at them. He looks back on Virgil to see. That he has turned red.

Logan without thinking, he took Virgil's hand and walks away with him. They end op behind the school, by the time Logan had collected himself. Virgil was sitting on the ground with his head down "Look Virgil, I'm sorry" Logan says sliding down the wall next to Virgil "I wasn't thinking" Logan mutters looking away.

"It's fine, just don't do it again" Virgil says looking op

"But what are we going to do our project about?" Virgil asks

" I mean it is a culture project, do you know any interesting cultures around the world?" Logan asks

"yeah, do you know Huil in Papúa New Guinea?" Virgil asks

"I do" Logan answers with a smlie

"Well what about that?" Virgil asks

"sure"

Again?

I drag my heavy body op, it's too fucking early. There's a throbbing pain in my head. No, no, no. Not another migraine. The light is flooding in through the windows. I groan and fall back in bed, turning on my stomach to bury my face in my pillow. I feel the sunshine on my back, warming op my skin. I have so much to do today, I can't have a migraine right now, I'm too busy today. It's so bad, I don't even when try to get op. I yawn into the pillow. It hurts my rips to lay like this, but If I lay on my back, my head will explode. I shift on my side, pulling my pillow out from under my head and I press it to my face to block out the sun light. There's a knock on my door. I groan at the sound, it's too much. There isn't another knock, but a soft opening of it, a small sound to make sure I hear whoever is coming in. I hope it's Nico. I want it to be Nico. The doors closed "Honey?" It's my boyfriend's sweet, low voice. Thank the gods. "Mhm" I grunt. "Oh" He sigh. I hear a little rustling around, the sound of paper and the sound of a pen. He taps my shoulder and I shuffle to face him, my eyes half open. He's sitting on the floor next to my bed, pen and paper in hand. "I know you had a lot to do today, so give me a list, and I'll make sure that people know it'll have to be pushed" He whispers. I grunt. "Um" I start, my own voice making my head ache. "Will, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover" I mumble. "Okay" He whispers and gets op from his place on the floor. "Come on, Let's get you to my cabin" He whispers, leaning down to place a light kiss on my forehead. As I slowly make my way op in bed, Nico finds me clothes to wear. Without a word or permission, Nico pulls a T-shirt over my head, then a hoodie. I put on my own pants, because I won't let him do that. I grab my glasses and put em on. They don't help, but if I don't wear them I'll forget to bring them.

I pull the hood op, shading out the light. I hold my head, it's hurt so bad, It'd rather shot myself then have a migraine like this. A cold hand removes mine, lips pressing to my aching forehead. "You'll be okay" He whisper, so low that I barely hear it. I love that boy to death. Nico leads me to the Hades cabin. It's become a normal thing, I hate that it has, but it has. I hate that he has to help me with my migraines. But he always insists, that makes me feel a lot better about it. I've been under a lot more stress than usual, and apparently that can trigger it. I'm going through a wave of stress, so it's happening more and more lately. Nico opens the door to the dark cabin. He walks me in and sits me down on his bed. He closes the door and goes around drawing the curtains. I shed the hoodie, taking off my shoes as well, it's too hot to wear my hoodie. As I settle into his cold bed, Nico comes by, leaving another kiss on my forehead. "I'll only be a minute, then I'll be right back here" He whispers. "Mhm" I mumble and get comfortable in bed. Nico leaves, leaving me alone in his now almost pitch black cabin. It's a strange comfort, it's like coming home. Because it is home, my home is with Nico. My boyfriend, and first boyfriend ever. I feel at home with him, like nothing could hurt me as long as he there. I pull the blanket between my arms, holding onto to it for some sort of feeling. I close my eyes, but I'm not tired. At all. It's like I've never been more awake. It's always worse when I wake op with it. Because a lot of the time, I can't sleep to make it go away. The longest migraine I've had for 10 hours, and my god. I was a baby, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, and I couldn't do anything. It was, the worst one I've ever had. Nico refused to leave me, sticking by me through it. It's hard to keep my eyes close, my eyes fall open. It's hard to sleep, it sucks. I shift in my jeans, why he did me jeans. I sit op, my head throbbing. I yank my jeans off and lay back down.

I turn on my back. I take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling. It's always so boring to be alone during a migraine. Because I can't read, I can't talk to anybody, but I can, cuddle with my sweet, caring boyfriend. When he's there. I hear the door gently open. it's closed. The sound of shoes being taken off fills the room. Yep, Nico. I make some sort of noise that shows I'm still awake. Nico mumbles something for a yes. He get's in beside me, the bed creaking slightly under him. I turn over to look at him and tug at his shirt, a small hint we've made. It's hard to see in the dark, but I think Nico smiles. I shift closer and Nico wraps his arms around me. I try to relax in his hold, but it's hard. All my energy is bonusing around in my body. I whine and shift around a bit. Nico shift too, he's slow, he's probably tired. The gods only know how long he slept last night. I move his arms from around me, it's not good. Nico looks at me questionably. Like, what's wrong? I whine, shift on my back. I tug on his shirt again. "Op" I whisper to him. I need some sort of weight on top of me. Nico shuffles around, getting to his knees. He straddles me, then slowly get's down on me. He lays his legs down and his arms down by his side. He shuffles until he's got his head in the crook of my neck. It's the best thing today, pressure. For some reason, pressure helps me with a lot, anxiety, stress, relaxing, and for some reason it kinda helps with migraines. It's like the energy is squeezed out of my body, at least I can finally relax. "Better?" He whisper, his warm breath on my ear. "Mhm" I murmur. I Lean down and plant a kiss on his shoulder. I loosely stretch my arms down his back, I stick my hands into his back pockets. My body grows heavy under his, best sleep tactic ever. Get someone to lay on you, make sure they're either around your size or bigger. I normal despise the phrase size matters, but in this one case, size does matter. Because if they're too light it won't work as well.

All of a sudden, I'm getting really tired. I find my eyes fluttering closed, This reminds me of the time Nico dragged me to the Hades cabin when he had been away on a trip. He pulled me into his bed and refused to let me leave for anything. (other than the bathroom) He cuddled me until he fell asleep. It was a happy night. Nico shifts on me, jolting me fully awake. I feel his hips above mine, not on, but over my hips. It's okay though. It's nice. I slip my hand out his pocket, I lay my hand down on his rear. He makes some sort of slightly embarrassing noise. It's cute, he's cute. I'm getting more more tired, It's wonderful how Nico can get me to fall asleep. Nico kisses my ear, and I feel a sleepy blush come over my face. It's the best, I'd almost forgotten about the pain. But it's still there, being a pain in ass, or, well pain in the head. He gently bites into my ear. So, he's not sleepy yet, I'll fix that. I pat him on rear until he's humming out embarrassing noises. Sounds he never lets himself make. Eventually he gets sleepy and dozes off before me. I'm so tired, I blink until I can't seem to open my eyes again. I hope the pain wil have gone away by the time I wake op. I smile to myself, bedtime. I give an asleep Nico, one more pat on the rear end. Even though he's asleep, he whines. I know he likes it, and I love to see his reaction. So, I do it lot, more then I should. "Night night Baby" I mumble to him.

Once apon a time

(I know it's not Christmas but I was looking through an old book of mine and found this, so I wrote it here)

Sanders sides a Fairy Tail about a new Christmas tradition

Once apon a time there livet a young lad out in the woods, all alone. The town hated him. every year on Christmas eve the towns people would come and throw sticks and stones at his little cabin. Because of this he would ever again leave the Forest nor his his house for that matter, not even Christmas was anything to look forward to. 'but this year will be better'

But on the stroke of Midnight, Virgil was yet not asleep no he was running around the town placing posters on every door he could find.

He was going to show them that he still had it in him

When the night of Christmas eve came. No one came.... So there the young lad stood 'they didn't even came to throw stones at me' he thought as he sat down on the steps of he's house.

He sat there with his head in his hands, but then he felt a small hand tapping his shoulder. He looked up, and there stod the whole town. "sorry if we were a little late, we got lost" said the town elder

A small boy came up to him, and gave him a teddy bear "I'm sorry for all We have done. My names Patton but you can call me Pat"

The boy looked no older then 8 years old

"the others didn't want to come, but Logan made them. Logan's the towns elder..."

Logan spoke up "and we could use a young man like you, don't worry we know what you are dear"

Virgil stod up in shock "you know I'm a wicth?"Virgil asked ready to run for his life

"we do and we don't mind, not at all" Logan said

Virgil smlies Softly "well come inside, the food should be ready soon"

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Spencer's magic bag

Oh, Spencer's magic messenger bag. He has almost anything in that bag. Why don't we look at some times that bag has saved you and made everything better.

1.

Your case had gone late into the night and early morning, you were bagging on getting some sleep on the plane back, but the jet's blinds are broken. Leaving the sunshine state in the early morning, does not grant you the grace you were hoping for. You drop yourself down in the darker part of the plane, but the sun is still a big pain in the ass. Somehow Spencer is fine, he's not tired, hungry or anything and it makes you so mad. It shouldn't but you're fucking cranky, and sadly you know it. You hold an arm over your eyes as the sucky sun shines through the plane. You're really wishing you haven't forgotten your sunglasses in your suitcase. You give a slight groan and hear Spencer chuckle. You drop your arm and slump back in your seat, making room for Spencer to sit beside you. You lean your head into the crook of his neck. Spencer sets his messenger bag by his legs and throws an am around your shoulder. "What's wrong?" he questions, letting your head rest for the first time in hours.

"Nothing..." You sigh, knowing even if you decide to tell him there's not much he can do to help. Spencer needs his sunglasses, and if he does have painkillers it's probably the kind you need to have with food. "Something is clearly wrong, I'd like to help" He squeezes your shoulder and you snuggle op to him, bringing your legs op on his legs. "There's nothing to do Spence, but thank you" You say, hoping you'd be allowed to cuddle op to him even though the team is around. Spencer grumbles something to the affect of Yes but still, love you, I'm here. You nod slightly, still warm from the burning sun. A few minutes pass with you snuggled op to him. Suddenly, Spencer goes to pull you off and you almost whine. You know Spencer isn't big on PDA, but you were hoping that Spencer would grant you the grace the sun was denying you, though you haven't said it you expected him to notice.

"Something's hurting you" He states questioningly, gently tilting your head back onto the seat. You sigh, that didn't take long. "It's just a headache, the sun isn't helping" You half groan, shifting to lay against the one stretch of wall without a window. Spencer gives a sad smile, glad he was right, yet sad he was right because of course he doesn't like to see you hurt. You watch as he grabs his bag and brings it into his lap, that fucking confused you. He keeps books and case files in that thing, what's he looking for. You close your eyes. Tired and hot. Suddenly something is slipped onto your face, your eyes fly open in surprise. Sunglasses. You look to the top of Spencer's head, his own sunglasses set neatly behind his ears. "You just, have an extra pair of sunglasses?" you ask, as he brings you back into a snuggle. "Of course i do" He confesses, pressing a short, sticky kiss to your forehead. You smile, reminding yourself that you need to write a thank you letter to Diana for raising some a smart, sweet, and considerate son. "Thanks Spence" You mutter. Spencer smiles, pulling his own sunglasses down over his eyes, ready to fall asleep next to you. He shuffles close, leaning his head atop yours. You give a small happy hum, and let yourself sleep for the first time in two days.

2.

You've had a bad day. That's what you tell Spencer as you get in the elevator with him, your arms crossed over your chest, heavy bag slung over your shoulder. Your stomach grumbles and you're reminded that you've not had your usual lunch with Spencer because you've had an enormous amount of paperwork and just did not have the time. "Ahh. Thank you Baby" You whine as he slips the bag off your shoulder. Spencer chuckles and hikes the bag op on his own shoulder. You swear that man has no limit to what he can hold on his shoulders. He could carry 20 bags on one shoulder and not even get winded. You lean on his non bag shoulder and he sets an arm around you. You lay a hand on your stomach, hoping to quiet it. Spencer spares your stomach a glance and your face heats op in embarrassment. You definitely want your stomach to shut op now, and you're kinda regretting letting Spencer take your bag.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, rubbing your side lightly. The question seems odd to you. Is something wrong?, not what is wrong? Normally Spencer would already know something is wrong, or he'd wait to see if you give any more clues. Something must seem very wrong to him, if not he wouldn't be asking. "I'm hungry, starving actually" You confess, hoping that he would take pity on you and get you a snack at some local corner store. "Ha" he sighs, petting your side before letting og of you. You whine and sigh at the same time, whining for him to keep being a pillow and sigh because he won't hold you. "Just a minute Princess" He opens his own bag, digging around for something. For a second you hope he's got a snack, before remembering that he doesn't keep food with his books because some are first edition that he can't risk getting dirty.

You sigh again, and resign yourself to hunger until you get home. But hopefully just until you hit the street and find a store. Spencer nudges you. "Here" he says, and you open your eyes to find Spencer handing you a tapper wear box, layered in two plastic bags. "What is it?" You asks, undoing the plastic. "An extra lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich, crackers, half an apple, half a pear, and a box of apple juice. I always have one" He says, taking the plastic bags from you. Your stomach rolls in happiness as you lean op to kiss him. "You are magic!" you swear and open the lunch. You stuff the de-cored apple in your mouth and chew, then the de-cored pear. You sigh happly as the food settles in your stomach. "How does it not go bad?" you ask, starting to pick op the crackers. "I make the extra one and if someone doesn't need it. Then i eat it the next day and make a new extra" Spencer says, setting an arm around you. The elevator door opens and you two step out as you munch on his food. You remind yourself yet again, to write that damn thank you letter to Diana. Maybe it's better if you go see her actually. It's been a while since you two went to see her.

3.

The jet had just taken off when you realised. Well, more remembered. It was suspose to be a fun surprise for Reid later, but you got a not so fun susprise. It would just have been unpleasant timing. Had you been wearing underwear. So that's how you find yourself crying in the bathroom. You're wearing a skirt with no underwear and you just got your period. You don't wanna move off the toilet but you can't stay in the bathroom for ever. It's a 2 hour flight. What are you gonna do? had you packed underwear just in case? oh god you don't remember. You grab your phone off the sink. Which one of the girls might have underwear in your size? Emily? Would she even have an extra pair? Would any of them? You about to text JJ, hoping her mom instincts might mean she'd have an extra pair, when you get a text from Spencer.

I know something is wrong, please tell me what so i can help you

You sigh. God damn you've been in for too long. You grab some paper and dry your tears. You love that man. So, so much. You'd die for that man right now. You switch to your chat tread with your boyfriend.

I'm having some femmine issues, would you mind checking my bag for underwear and a pad?

You find yourself blushing a bit, it's not something you like discussing with Spencer. It's not that he doesn't understand. He's actaully a bit too understanding sometimes. Letting you take out your frustration on him when you don't know what else to do and letting you cry on his shoulder when you've realized what you've said. There's a knock on the door and you gather yourself before answering it. Spencer slips you a small bag you don't recognize. You take it and shut and lock the door. You sit back down and open the bag. You could hug that man to death right now. A few months ago, you'd caught Spencer looking through your underwear drawer. He insistsed that he wasn't looking to take anything, and he didn't. You laughed about, if he wasn't gonna take anything then way was he looking? You have your answer now. The bag has a pair of black boy short and 4 pads. Is it kinda weird that he brought you underwear and somehow has it on him exactly when you need it. Maybe, do you care right now? Fuck no.

You fix yourself, making sure there would be no evidence of your little accident. You stick your head out from the bathroom and motion for Reid. Spencer quietly comes to you. No one bothering to look at you two. You pull him inside the bathroom. He looks both suprised and a little scared. You lock the door behind him. "Do they not fit?" He asks. "No, they fit fine. But my god, i could just-" You grab his face and kiss him feverishly. He doesn't quite give you the response you hoped for, only kissing you gently. He places his hands on your waist, gently pulling away from you. "I'm sorry, we're on the clock" You mumble, petting his cheek. "But thank you so much" you murmur, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before you send him out ahead of you. You gather yourself for a moment before walking back out.

You sit down next to Spencer, throwing your legs over his, snuggling op to him quickly. "Better?" He asks. You nod. "Thank you" You whispser, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Anytime" spencer smiles slightly.

4.

You lay down on the couch on the jet. Feeling so tired and small. You just wanna go home. While the team knows you're a little so you don't have to hide or try to stay big. JJ was the first to notice and give you a blanket to snuggle with. It was a hard case, really hard case, a mother and a son killing the son's father figures before killing killing his actual dad. Spencer's sitting with your head in his lap, petting your hair. You wish you were home with Spencer, home with your daddy and stuffies and little gear. You glance op to Spencer, blinking a bit. He glances down to you. "You okay baby?" Spencer asks, setting his book aside to give you all his attention. You bite your bottom lip, toying with your thumb as well, hoping for permission to suck your thumb.

Spencer tilits his head in confusion. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asks, petting your hair gently. "Daddy..." You mumble, not wanting the others to hear. "Daddy's here" He whispers back to you. You pout, snuggling closer, blinkinng at him uselessly. You shuffle around a bit, bitting harder at your lip, hoping he'd cach your hints too. "Oh, baby don't hurt yourself" Spencer says, petting you cheek. You whine and Spencer grabs his bag and looks through it. You sigh lowly, why's he ignoring you? Suddenly Spencer's slipped a pacifier into your mouth, you huff in surprise. "Better?" He asks. You nod happily, sucking on the pacifier. "Good, need anyting else?" Spencer asks gently, petting you hair and face. You mumble through the pacifier, hoping he'd understand you. "Stuffie? You have stuffie?"

Spencer reaches into his bag again, pulling out a small stuffie, before tucking it close to your chest. "There you go little one" Spencer coo's lowly, continuing to pet your hair. You snuggle close to him, happy to have some comfort. You didn't even know Spencer brought a pacifier with him in his bag, but you're not complaining. You're very happy. "Okay, just get some sleep little one" Spencer coo's, gently petting your back, you relax at his touch, feeling asleep quickly.

You are woken op by the jet landing and Spencer gently rousing you. You hum, still sleepy. "What?" You ask, blinking a few times to really open your eyes. Spencer's helping you to your feet, arm around your waist. You pout when you realize you no longer have your pacifier. Spencer gently coaxes you op and fixes your clothes. You whine lightly, looking around for your pacifier. He slips it back in your mouth and you smile sleeply. "Come on Baby, Emily's taking us home" Spencer says, guiding you down from the plane stairs. "Cold" You mumble, shivering. "I know baby it's okay" He reasures you as the two of you get in the back of Emily's SUV. Spencer gently buckles you in and lays his jacket over you. "Thank you daddy" You mumble without thought. Spencer blushes and you can hear Emily laughing lightly. But only barely, you're too tired to care. You lean close to Spencer, snuggling close.