Good Night

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.

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I'm a Snek!

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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"

Patton, Honey

Ship : moxiety

Waring : a mention of a nightmare, crying,

Virgil walks through the hallway and down the stairs to the bathroom door.

He hasn't seen Patton all night, his lover wasn't in bed when he fell asleep.

Not that that was unusual, considering they had gotten an argument earlier

But when he wakes up, he hears....

Soft sobbing?...

Are his ear deceiving him?

Virgil Softly knocks on the bathroom door, the sobbing suddenly stop.

"Patton, Honey is that you?" The door unlocks, a rough Patton opens the door slightly, Peering at him with sad eyes.

Virgil opens his arms with the softest smile Patton's ever seen. Patton hides himself in Virgil's arms, "Sorry..."

"Honey what's wrong?"

No matter what Virgil trys Patton won't tell him what's going on, he trys again "Patton, Honey can you look at me, Please?"

Patton looks up at Virgil, the sadness of the others eyes makes it all clear

"Another Nightmare?"

Patton can only nod and go back to hiding himself in Virgil's arms

"I'm sorry Sweetie”

Virgil's gaze moves to the couch 'he slept on the couch?!'

V rocks Patton back and forth

"Baby don't tell me you slept on couch.."

Virgil's voice sounds sad and emphatic

Patton can only nod as tears fall

Virgil holds patton close "Patton, you know you get nightmares when you sleep on the couch”

“Why would you do that” Virgil mutters a hand leaving Patton’s side and moving to the smaller sides hair

“I’m..not sure” Patton mumbles sleeply leaning into Virgil’s touch

“Let’s get you upstairs then” Virgil whispers his hands finding their way under his lover’s legs lifting him up.

Patton’s legs slowly settling around Virgil’s wasit “Mm...”

Patton’s eyes drift close “Tried?” Virgil’s voice is soft and soothing

“Yeah....”

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Patton burys himself in Virgil’s warm embrace “Patton if you do that again i swear to god” Virgil mumbles triedly “i know, i’m sorry..” Patton mutters into Virgil’s chest. Soon they were both asleep in each other’s arms, cuddled up warmly

i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping

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"

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Night night.

It's sooooo late, and you're waiting op for Spencer, you know you shouldn't, but you can't go to bed with cuddles from your daddy. That's just impossible, so impossible!

You're rubbing your eyes, starting to grow fussy from staying op way past your bedtime, you know Spencer isn't going to happy with that, but you're hoping for a little leniency tonight. You're in your coziest little clothes, pacifier still in your mouth.

You hear a door open and you get op, shuffling op to meet your Daddy halfway. Spencer's taking his shoes off when he looks over to the sound of shuffling. He smiles as you open your arms wide to be picked op.

"Hello there sweet one" Spencer hoists you op on his hips. You settle into it quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He gently pats your bottom, rubbing you back in his other hand. Now happy in your Daddy's arm, your grumpiness is replaced with pure tiredness. "Oh you've been op late huh?" Spencer chuckles, patting your bottom firmly. You babble incoherently as Spencer puts you down on your bed while he changes.

You babble sleepily, the light in your bedroom is orange and is making you even more tired as you lay on you back. Spencer leans down, kissing your forehead. "it's night night time now little one" That makes you whines. You wanted cuddles, not night night. Spencer hushes your protests by peppering kisses over your face. Of course it works, it always does.

As Spencer settles in, you tuck yourself tight against his chest. He chuckles, and takes you in his embrace, you're too sleepy to care. So you snuggle close. Finally having gotten your cuddles, you can sleep. And, you sleep like the baby you are, snuggled op close to Daddy, deep asleep.

4 am.

Spencer is wake at 4am reading, you making him go back to bed.

You find yourself waking op in darkness, you glance to your alarm, t's 4 am.

You softy reach out, finding only cold sheets where Spencer should be. You turn over fully, searching for Spencer. When you find nothing at all, you tramble out of bed, panicking.

You flick on your reading light. Your first thought is to call Hotch, but you need to be sure that Spencer's gone and not just in the bathroom. You pull on the shirt Spencer left on the floor when you went to bed.

You grip your phone tightly as you check through the living room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, you're about to call the whole team and tell them Spencer is missing when you hear a chair creaking.

You walk to your shared study, seeing light on beneath the door. You gently crack the door and sigh happily as you see Spencer sitting at his desk with at least 7 different books.

"Spence..." You call, rubbing your eyes. Spencer quickly turns around, hair a mess, only in his underwear and glasses and with a bit of blue pen ink on his fingers. "H-Hey..." Spencer croaks. Your shoulders sag.

"It's 4 in the morning, what the hell are you doing Spence?" You ask, walking to Spencer and grabbing both his shoulders.

"JJ called.....needed help with some chemical stuff and I, just got invested" Spencer blushes in the yellow light of the study. You lean your head on his.

"Have you learned what you needed?"

"Yes..." Spencer mutters, pushing his glasses further op on his nose. That makes you smile a bit. "Then call JJ and then you are coming back to bed"

Spencer looks down in shame. "What? Out with it Baby, now" You demand, squeezing his shoulders "I, already have" Spencer mumbles, refusing to look at you.

You grab his chin and force him to look op. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, you are coming back to bed and cuddling me" You drag him op from the chair. Spencer nods and lays his glasses by the books.

"Of course, it's early morning and we should be sleeping" Spencer relents. You press a kiss on Spencer's cheek. "Mm, now come on, Bed" You say before dragging him back to your bedroom.

You toss the shirt you were wearing back on the floor. You settle in bed with him. Spencer opens his arms for you to tuck yourself into, and so you do. Snuggling op close to him.

"When did JJ call?" You ask, laying your head in the crook of his neck. "At 3:43 am"

"Damn it Spence, i, never-" You yawn. "mind, it's fine, but promise me, the next time the team calls at night, you find what they need, then go back to bed. Okay?" You tell him, wrapping an arm around him, feeling the skin of his back.

"I will, promise" Spencer says with a small nod, tracing circles on the skin of your lower back.

"Good"