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Little Spencer

You know something is wrong when Spencer calls you from a damn payphone. Your first thought is obvious, did he shoot op? And if so, where in all of hell is he. "Can you come get me?" his voice is shaky, with a small hint of desperation "Are you high Spence?" you blurt out, sticking a hand on your hip for stability. "What? no, no I'm not high" you expected him to sound offended, not sad and small. He doesn't ask the question again. "Where are you?" you ask, grabbing your keys off the counter. "Main, down on Ashely, by Reliy's cafe" He gulp's. "I'll come get you, but you better tell me what's going on right know" You demand, slipping on your shoes.

"I, I need you" "What?" You struggle to put your coat on with one arm. He needs you, what does that mean "I, need. I'm feel sm-tired. I just need to be home right now" He stammers. Small, he almost said small. Oh god it's really happening. He's regressing. Just like the therapist suggested he should try to. "Small? Are you feeling small honey?" you ask, trying to hide a smile. "Yes, a little. Will you please come get me?" It's the closest he can get to begging in public without getting some damn sassy side eye. You close the door and slide the key in. "I will, one little thing first. Why are you calling from a payphone and not your cellphone?" You ask, enjoying your own word play. You hurry down the stairs. There's a small noise over the line. A whimper. "It's dead" he admits. "Okay, is the team with you?" You ask, unlocking the car and switching the call to your ear piece and tossing your phone in the glove compartment. "Yes" "I need you to stay with them, i don't want you wandering off and getting hurt. Can you find Morgan?"

"Mogan's not here, he's with Rossi" He says. "Who is there? Who can keep an eye on you until i get there?" You ask, turning out from your housing block. It's a short drive, luckly. Only 6 minutes to get to Ashely down on main. You hope Specer is okay "I don't need a babysitter" He grumbles, most likely crossig his arms. "If you need me to get you, then you might need a babysitter. Now tell me who's there" You demand, turning down the street. "Garcia, and JJ" He says, mostly certainly pouting slightly at this point. "Then go ask Garcia for a hug. Tell her you don't feel well and that I've asked her to keep an eye on you until i get there. Tell her I'm worried sick about you and I'm breaking every traffic law to come get you" You instructs, turning down the last street, only 3 minutes now. There's a giggly excitement in your stomach. Spencer's doing what the therapist told him too, he's finally letting the therapy have effect. "Okay, she's in the store I'm gonna go" Spencer mumbles. "Good, I'll be there in 3 , stay with Pen" You say right before the line cuts out. You heave a sigh of happiness, stepping firmly on the gas.

You park right by the payphone, finding Spencer and Penelope sitting on a bench outside. Spencer's dressed the same way he was yesterday, purple button op with a dark grey vest over it and dark blue jeans. Penelope is of course, fussing over him, asking why he didn't say something sooner. You open your arms for him and he melts into your hold. You give Penelope a thank you, nod before taking Spencer to the car. While you knew he wasn't going to be publicly showing off the fact that he's feeling small, you thougt, or hoped he at least looked a little off. No pun intented. Spencer settles into the passager seat, something you've gotten use to. You squeeze his hand, trying to find some clue to his headspace. He doesn't say a word, only gently squeezing back. You smile, either he's too embarrsed to talk, or he can't. You lean over and buckle him in. "I'm gonna take you home now, okay?" You ask, letting your hand run over his knee for a breif second. "Okay..." he mumbles, voice light and bittle as he lays his folded hands in his lap. "Hey.." you coo, laying a hand over his. "It's okay, tell me what's going on" You ask, letting him pull one hand out from under yours. He curls his hand op his chest. "Are you cold Baby?" You ask. He shakes his head lightly, starting to pout. "What's wrong then?" you coax, powering op the car. Spencer whimpers and you chuckle. "I don't speak whimper code Baby boy" you tease. He whimpers again, wiggling his feet. You glance over, what's he really saying? "What? Baby the only thing i think you might want right now, is to suck your thumb, but i know you don't want that because you find it unsanity" You say, trying not to chuckle. He nods, and you let yourself chuckle as he blushes. "There's baby wipes in the glovebox, clean your fingers, carefully under your nails, then go ahead" You instruct, pulling your hand to yourself. You focus on the road as you hear Spencer open the glovebox and grabbing the packet of wipes. He picks out one and begins to clean his hands. Then he takes another one and cleans under his fingers nails. "Aw, look at you. So smart" You praise, rounding the corner. Spencer puts the wipes back, bitting his lower lip. You catch his look of hesitation. You take a moment to decide if you should press or let him comfort himself about it. "It's okay, no one's gonna see you. It's just you and me" You say, laying a hand on his knee. You hear him whine quietly as he slips his thumb into his mouth. You think it might be a good idea to get a pacifier. It's more satiny, easier to keep clean. And you'd have control of it, you can't take his thumb away, but a pacifier you could. You can force a pacifier into his mouth, his thumb? not so much.

Woah woah woah! you are way too far into undiscussed territory. Dial it back for a second. Pacifiers, undiscussed, no consent given. You're gonna have to ask about that. Forced headspace, undiscussed, no consent given yet. You're gonna have to ask about that too. Any forcing a pacifier or anything into his mouth, not discussed! You finally pull op in front of your appartment block. You glance over to find Spencer half asleep with his thumb firmly in his mouth. You hate to do it, but you reach over and gently take his thumb out from his mouth. He whines a bit but let's you pull it out. "You can continue when we're inside, okay? Because right now, we gotta get you home" You wipe his wet thumb on you shirt and unbuckle his seatbelt. He nods and you get out from the car. He follows you closely op to the appartment, mostly because he can't stray far from you cause you've got an arm around his waist. Which is not something you usualy do, but, you wanted to. You get into the appartment and the second the door is closed, Spencer's sucking his thumb again. You focus, very hard to not chuckle. Because that's wildly insensitive. But maybe that pacifier is a good idea. You brush a hand over his hair. "You doing okay there baby?" You ask sweetly, as you guide him to the couch. He nods and you pet his back gently. He lays down on the couch without much proment, his eyes only half open. It's strange sight, Dr. Spencer Reid laying on your shared couch while sucking his thumb.

For one, you never dreamed you would share a home. Never dreamed you'd get Spencer into therapy. Never dreamed of this. You lay a blanket over him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Hey, you okay there baby boy?" You knell down in front of him. He's not really reacting to you, so you stoke hos cheek. He leans into your touch. Maybe you should get him into some more comfortble clothes. He shakes his head a bit. "Should i get you into some comfy clothes? Would that help?" You ask, continuing to stoke his cheek. He nods slightly, slipping his thumb out from his mouth. You want to tell him to keep it in his mouth, but you don't wanna push. He wipes his thumb dry on his shirt. "Yeah? okay. What do you say to.......sweats and a hoodie?" You ask, moving your hand to stoke his hair instead. His eyes are still only half open as he shakes his head. "No, okay. What about sweats and a sweatshirt?" You coo, hoping you've struck right with the clothes. He nods, and looks down to his thumb. You smile. "I'll get that for you baby, you just relax and suck your thumb if you want" You encourage. He slips it back in his mouth and wiggles a bit to settle comfortable on the couch. You smile even wider and hurry off to find the promised clothes. Oh, he's relaxing, and he's actually letting you take care of him. This is good. Really good. You find dark grey sweatpants, a black tanktop, and a light grey sweatshirt.

You find Spencer asleep, so you rouse him a bit before helping him sit op. He's still sucking his thumb as you pull the vest off him. It makes it a bit more difficult, but you don't mind. The soft cotton of the vest is a bit worn out and thin in some places. He's wearing it to death. You pull his shirt op from his pants and get to work unbuttoning it. You hear the pop of Spencer pulling his thumb from his mouth. "Mama?" He mutters. "Yeah baby?" You manage to get out in a reasonably coherent voice, or so you hope. Mama. Oh god, you were not expecting that. In any way. This morning he didn't even wanna talk about anything relating to therapy. Now he's calling you Mama. You slide the shirt off his shoulders and down off his arms. "I'm thirsty" he confesses. "Okay" You almost choke. Thirsty. He's thirsty. "I'll get you drink in a minute, what do you want sweetie?" You ask, picking op the tank top and he raises his arms and helps you along with getting it on. You slip the sweatshirt over his head. He shrugs, he's never been good at remreber what's in the fridge. You almost say coffee, but that doesn't feel right. "Apple juice?" You suggest, unbuttoning his pants. He blushes and pulls your hands away. This throws you for a loop. He's okay with you taking your shirt off, but not his pants. You hold out the pants, raising an eyebrow. "Do you wanna you try do it yourself Baby?" You ask, wondering just why it's okay to see him without a shirt, but not okay to see him his boxers. It's not like it'd be the first time.

He takes them from you, nodding. "Okay, you can absolutely do it yourself. Did you want some apple juice?" You ask again, chancing the topic to drinks. He nods and you head to the kitchen. Both to get him that damn juice, and to let yourself have a mini break down. You draw in a deep breath, bracing yourself on the kitchen counter. Juice. Apple juice. You find an old plastic cup you used when you'd broken your wrist and weren't trusted with actual glass glasses. You listen for any rustling. Has he finished changing yet? You draw in another deep breath. Okay, give Spence some juice, then what? What do you do then? it's midday, it's not even close to dinner time. Is it just cuddle time with some Tv? Would that take him out of the headspace? Or would it help? Okay, breathe. Breathe. Give your baby the juice, and let him deicde what he wants to do. You go back to the living room. Surprised that Spencer's not there. "Spence? Baby boo?" You call, setting the juice down on the coffee table. You hear a giggle from under the couch. Oh my. "Oh no!" You cry. "Where's my baby?" You bend down and pick op his clothes and start to fold them. "Oh no, I've lost my little Spencer where could he be?" You lay his folded vest down on the couch. Spencer's clearly hiddning under there, but maybe it's fun. It's gotta be fun. You lay a folded shirt aside, then his folded op jeans. You huff, hands on your hips. "Oh my, where's Mama's baby?" You falsely cry out. Then, Spencer sticks his head out from under the couch, smiling. "Here Mama!" "Oh my, there you are, you scared me" You lean down and pinch his cheek gently. You want to pick him op. But you're not sure you can, or that you'd be allowed to. He looks os cute, so sweet. You reach down and decide to try. If you fail, it'll be a fun mistake.

Spence giggles and laches onto your neck. You get an arm op under his legs, and he wiggles his feet. You smile to yourself, you can total carry him. Even if it's the last thing you do. You lift him op and dump him on the couch. He laughs as he bounces on the couch and your heart melts. You hand him the juice and he grabs it. You settle next to Spencer, watching closely as he finishes the drink in seconds. "Thank you" He sets the empty glass aside. "Your welcome baby" You say. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, and you just wait. Hoping he'd eventually talk. When you realize he won't, you really wish there was someone there to help you with this. "Do you wanna watch some Tv?" You ask, in a hopefully tone. Spencer begins to pout and shakes his head. "What do you wanna do Baby?" You ask, trying desperately to make him feel happy again. You just want him to feel safe. Spencer shrugs, and quite frankly, you panic. You want to be a good caregiver for him, a good Mama but you've got no clue what you're doing right now. "D-Do you wanna play?" You ask, shifting closer and laying an arm around his shoulders. He pouts properly, violently shaking his head. "Okay, I'm kinda lost here Baby boy, what do you want?" You ask again, gently tugging on him. He turns to you, pouting and almost in tears. Oh no, no no no. No tears. He climbs ono your lap and wraps his arms around your neck. "Hi, hi Baby" You try to not franticly rub his back and give yourself away but you kinda fail. "You're okay Baby" You coax, letting him wrap his legs around you. Spencer rests his head on in the crook of your neck. Is he tired? is that it? "Are you sleepy?" You ask, shifting him slightly.

He nods, and you sigh in relief, petting his back soothingly. "Okay" you say, trying to keep yourself from asking a million questions. Does he want to sleep in your lap? Does he want to lay in bed? Does he need you to cuddle him to sleep? Does he need to lay down on the couch? You're about half way through every posble question when you hear Spencer snorring on your shoulder. Oh, oh. Sleep. He's sleeping. You grab his phone, okay power nap. How long is a normal power nap. What did Spencer say? 10 to 20 minutes, right? Okay, um, 20 minutes. You set a timer. What can do in 20 minutes? Better yet, what can you do with a sleeping Spencer in your lap? You can't do much with a sleeping baby in your lap. Wil the alram wake you too? Yeah, yeah it wil. You close your eyes, you deseve a nap too. You close your eyes.

You wake to a slight tugging, there's no alram blarring. Did you sleep through it? "Mama?" It's Spencer. You blink a few times, trying to open your eyes. "Yeah?" You anwser, shifting and feeling the heavy weigt on you. He leans into your neck, snuggling close the way a cat would. You wrap your arms around him. "Wake op Mama" "I'm awake" You say, pulling his face from your neck and kissing him. "I'm awake Baby" You repeat, squzzing him. He squeals. "Did you have a good nap?" You ask, setting your feet firmly on the floor. He nods, smiling wildly. "Good, good. You hungry?" You get to your feet with Spencer in your arms. "Mama!" He squeals, wrappinng his legs irmly around you. "Mhmm, you hugry Baby?" you ask again, ignoing his squealing. "Ah, mhmm" he half bites into his lower lip. "Yeah, that makes sense it's almost dinner time. And i know exactly what do to make" You say, and you mean it. "I don't get a say?" Spencer half whines, wiggling n your hold. "No, a baby shouldn't have to worry about food. Mama's got it" You coo, setting him down on the kitchen island. Something about his eyes seem different. Maybe it's just the warm kitchen light but you swear his eyes seem more dark. Like you're said something you weren't suppose to. Or that you've said something you should have said hours ago. Which remains unknown as you grab the bag that's been waiting in the fridge since your last therapy appointment. Well, bags. There are 4 in the fridge. Chicken nuggets, fries, and a small mix of veggies. The whole thing can fit in your biggest pan. Oh shoot, what are you gonna eat? Mhmmm.

Oh, make Spencer food, get him to eat while you make yourself something. Yeah, that makes. You pour some oil on the pan, then carefully place the food in different spaces on the pan. Knowing that Spencer's not a fan off food all mixed op. "Mommy?" Comes a small, brittle, voice. You turn in under a second. He's still sitting on the island, pouting slightly. "Yeah?" You answer, nodding. Okay, don't freak out. First Mama, now Mommy. Does that mean something? Don't regressors typically stick to one honorific? Is he just trying it out? Oh god calm down, don't let him see you freak out. He reaches out for you with both arms. You giggle a bit. "Okay" You say, leaving the pan for a moment to hoist him op on your hip. it's not easy to hold him with one arm, but you manage. You need to train your arms, you want to be able to hold him like this without issue. He snuggles into your neck. "Better?" You ask. "Mhmm"

So you have dinner, but you spend every second worrying he's gonna hurt himself with the fork. You decide you need child utensils, and a child plate. Oh god, you need a list. Garcia will help, right? she loves to shop. You will need to explain, and that's if Spencer's okay with you talking to her about it. "Mommy?" he asks from you chest. You've settled on the couch with him atop you. "Yeah?" You answer again, brushing a hand over his hair. "Can i....mhmm" he looks down to his hands. Seeming embarrassed again. You giggle lightly and reach for the pack of wet wipes you brought in from the car earlier. "Give me your hand" He does, like a good boy. This time, you clean his hand for him. Turning the wipe over, you carefully clean under the nail. You bend his thumb and stick it in his mouth. "There you go. I need to get you a pacifier, don't i?" You ask, hoping to coax an answer from him. He immediately starts to suck his thumb, blushing a bit. He doesn't answer, and so you bring a hand down and tap his back lightly. "Baby, how do you feel about a pacifier? I'm serious" He burries his face down in your chest. "Baby, I'm serious. Answer me please" You say. Spencer lays his head sideways, thumb tucked firmly in his mouth. You're first instinct is to threaten to take away the thumb sucking. But, you catch yourself, this is for him, not you. "Is it hard to talk?" You ask, rubbing his back. He nods, glancing op at you for a brief moment. "Okay, Pacifier. No?" You ask, he doesn't react. "Pacifier, Yes?" You ask, letting out a breath as he nods. You run a hand over his hair. "Okay, can you hand Mommy that paper pad and that pen?"

You take it from him and lay it on Spencer's shoulder to be able to write. "I'm gonna write some things down, and i need you to cross them out if you're not okay with it. Can you do that Sweetie?" You coax gently. You see him nod from the corner of your eye and you can't help but smile. After a bit more scribbling you hand the pen and paper to Spencer. You coo over him as he reads it. But when he hunches over the list you back off a bit, petting his back instead. it takes him a few minutes, which is how you know he's really thinking about it. He hands it back to you.

Pacifiers

Teethers

Kid plates and utensils

Bottles

onesies

Toys

Colouring books

Talking with Garcia about your regesstion

Talking to Morgan about your regression

Talking with Emliy about your regression

You smile and lay the papper aside. "Baby, you know if Garcia knows, they others might end op knowing at some point? Are you okay with that?" You ask. Spencer nods. "Okay" You say, brushing a hand over his hair again. Spence shifts to lay on top of you, and snuggles close to your chest. You feel like a puddle under him. This is the best day you've had in a while. It doesn't take long for Spence to fall asleep again. This must be tiring for him. You grab your phone off the coffee table. As you flip open your cover your phones lights op with a million different texts from the team. You're happy know the team cares so much. You stoke his hair and neck as he snores. You go on the round of responses, when you get to Garcia. You decide you need a phone call with your girl. She picks op on the first ring.

"Wonder woman at your servise" Penelope says over the line. "Hey Pen, I just wanted to let you know Reid's alright" You say, continuing to pet Spencer's hair. Spencer does this cute little meow kinda noise. "Aww, is that the mini genius?" She gasps. "Yeah. Um, listen. On the topic of mini genius" You drawl. "Oh god, tell me he's not leaving. I'm begging you" She pleads. "No, no" You say, continue to pet his hair. "He's not leaving, but there's something i want you to know. But you can not tell the others yet" You say quietly but firmly. "Oh my goodness, of course please spill Girl" She happily chimes. "It's not really that kinda tea but, have you ever heard of age regression?"

"Umm, yeah I've more then heard of it"

"Well, Spencer is a little. And i need some help with shopping for little things, it's online but I'd like your help, if you comfortable" You blurt out, hoping that if you got it out fast, then the rejection would be easier to handle. "Oh Mama you are on. Any ideas?" "I'll send you a list of things I'm looking for" You smile. And that's how you two weeks later end op with a 'care packet' from Garcia. A box of two pacifiers, a teether, a blue set of child plates and utensils, a light purple kid's sport water bottle with a bite valve, and the thing Spencer grabbed from the box the second he saw it. A white polar bear stuffie. You sent Penelope a handwritten thank you note.

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

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Little struggles

Parring: Penelope Garcia x Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan

Summary: Penelope comes home to an upset Spencer and Derek trying to comfort him. They help Spencer feel better.

Penelope is so excited to get home. Derek and Spencer took a personal day, while she wanted to join them. She was called in on an emergency and had to leave her little boy with his Daddy. It's not that they don't get along when Spencer's little, it's just that it's harder for Derek to understand him. She hurris op the stairs, so very exited to see her little boy and her co-caregiver and boyfriend after being gone until the night hours.

When she opens the door, she's greeted with a sence she's not happy to see. Derek's trying to get Spencer to take his fingers out from his mouth, and Spencer is having none of it. He's chewing on his fingers and he does not want a teether and he's in tears over this. Derek's desperately trying to calm his tears. "Mama!" Spencer's cries are muffled as he rushes Penelope. She takes him into her embrace and he burries his head into her neck. Derek follows behind him, bright purple teether in his hand. He greets his girlfriend with a kiss. She gives him a very clear look.

What the hell is happending? What did you do?

Derek shrugs and Pen rubs Spencer's back. "Oh baby boy" Penelope snuggles her head into his as she contiues to rub his back. Spencer snuggles close and Penelope knows what she has to do next. She grabs ahold of Spencer's legs and hoists her sweet baby op around her hips. Spencer sniffles and wraps his arms around her neck. Derek sighs quietly as Pen brings their baby to the couch. They all settle down and Penelope motions for the teether. Derek slides op close to them, laying an arm around penelope. She taps Spencer's cheek lightly. Spencer pulls back, still chewing on his two middle fingers.

"You know you can't keep chewing on your fingers, you'll hurt yourself. I'm actaully pretty sure it's already hurting you and that's why you're so upset. So you wil either take this teether, or Daddy wil get you a pacifier. Okay? we just want our sweet baby to be happy"

Spencer slips his fingers from his mouth, still crying slightly and sniffling. "Paci please?" Derek's already op before Spencer gets to please. "That's better, no need for tears baby boy" She uses her thumb to wipe his tears away. It only makes Spencer cry even more. " 'm sorwy Mama" He cries, useing his balled op hands to wipe away more tears. Pen contiues to rub his back soothingly as her little cries. Penelope grabs a tissue and wipes Spencer's face clean of tears and snot. "It's okay, i think you owe Daddy an apology too, don't you?" She asks, almost completely sure he's given Derek a hard time. Spencer nods, lips draw into a sad pout. Derek returns with Spence's favouite pacifier, a kinda clear, plain, light purple pacifier.

Derek goes to pop the pacicfier in his mouth, and he looks rather confused when Spence's hands come op in claws and he pushes it back. Derek glances to Penelope for back-op, she nods towards Spencer. The little grabs his Daddy's hand, glancing to Derek's eyes for a breif moment before focusing on his collarbone instead. " 'm sorwy for givin you a hard time Daddy" Spence mumbles. Derek sighs happliy, holding the pacifier infront of Spence's mouth. "Thank you sweet boy, but it'll be a better apology if you take your pacifier now"

Spence leans forward and takes the pacifier into his mouth even though Derek's not let go of it yet. Derek craddles his cheek as Spence absentmindedly begins to suck on the pacifier. "There's my good little boy, where have you been all day?" Derek teases, dragging his finger tips over Spence's neck, tickling the small boy. Spence wiggles and squeals in Penelope's lap. Penelop tickles his sides and Spence tries to slap all their hands away but fails. He contiues to squeal and wiggle so much that the pacifier drops from his mouth and his gigles and squeals fill the apartment. Penelope's heart melts at her little Spence having fun. "Stop!" Spencer cries with a pout, mood suddenly turing sour again without something to chew or suck on. They do, and Pen grabs his pacifier from between them. She offers it to him and he takes it easyliy, settling down. "Are we having a hard day baby?" Penelope asks, hoping for more insight to her little's mood. Derek pets his cheek. "Yeah, I think we're having a rough day"

"Don't say that, you don't know how he feels about today" Penelope angrily whispers as she leans closer to Derek. "You haven't been with him all day" Derek hisses back.

Spencer whimpers, scrambling off Penelope's lap and down into the counrer of the living room curling into a sad ball of tears. "Oh, sweet boy i didn't mean it like that, i just..." Derek hurries op and to the crying little. Penelop follows, staying a step away to give Spence an exit route. Derek tries to comfort him, but Spence shys futher away from him. "Little one" Penelope crouchs down "We didn't mean to upset you. We wanna help, can you tell Mama and Daddy what you need to feel better?"

Spence stops rocking and takes the pacifier from his mouth, starting to mumble as he stares at his own feet. Penelope can't understand him at all. She glances to Derek, who also can't understand him. He conitues to mumble and cry. Eventually Spence throws himself at Derek. While Derek is confused, he takes the hysterical boy into his lap. Peneplope slides op next to them and lays an arm around Derek. "Baby, Mama isn't sure she quiet understands what it is you want. Are you hungry? Cause Mama wil get you a snack if that's it" She asks. Spencer turns his head, pacifier back in his mouth. He nods a bit. Penelope smiles. "Okay, Mama wil get you a snack. How else are we feeling? You comfy in those clothes?" Pen asks, gently tugging on Spence's shirt. Spence shrugs and Derek follows his expressions closely. "Oh, ah!" Derek curses himself. "This is my fault, i'm sorry" You both look to him in confusion. Spencer more confused as to why Derek's taking the fall for his behaviour. "Why got op early to say goodbye to Mama and we were gonna stay op and then you'd" He boops Spencer's nose. "Take a nap later, but I forgot" Derek sighs to himself. It all clicksfor Penelope "You're grumpy because you're a little sleepy bug! So Mama's gonna fix you a snack" Penelope pushes herself off the floor. She ruffles Spencer's hair. "While Daddy gets you ready for bed" She hints to Derek, gently pinching his shulder before walking to the kitchen. "Alright kiddo, let's get you in your pj's"

Penelope fixes a small kid's plate of, crackers, apple slides with peanutbutter, two small string cheese's with a juice box. Derek brings back a clearly sleepy Spencer dressed in his little pj's. Penelope brings the snack to the couch and Derek brings Spencer. They settle down with Spencer sat in Derek's lap as he eats his snack. Normally the two would give Spencer a bath 20 mintes before bedtime to give his hair time to dry. But they'll have to skip it tonight, she doubts he'd stay awake long enough for a bath. Spencer eat about half before turing it away. Penelope sets it away in the fidge. Penelope finds herself tired too.

They all snuggle op in bed with Spencer in the middle. Spence yawns and turns to snuggle with Derek. Penelope wraps her arms around Spencer's wasit as Spencer snuggles op to Derek. Derek take him into his arms. Derek kisses Spence's forehead. The little one is asleep in minutes. So is Penelope.

Boys who wear dresses are welcome here

boys with painted nails are welcome here

A night of kisses and cuddles

“Why did you leave so manyyy.” Virgil complains as Roman places Them on their bathroom counter, “Do they hurt?”

“Kinda” They mumle as Roman plays with their hair “Okay, what do you need me to do My sweet little emo?”

“First of all, don’t call me that. Second of all, how am i supposed to know?!” Virgil whines as Roman slightly pulls their hair.

“Hush emo i know you like it, Now hold still” Roman softly says as he opens the cabinet above Them.

Roman takes out a bottle of lotion, pouring some on his hands.

He begins massaging Virgil’s neck as the smaller side cross their legs, blushing.

“Okay?” Roman asks hoping for a good reaction from his sweet emo

“Mm” The words barely leave Virgil’s mouth before Roman is yet again asking “Are you sure?” Roman sounds down right guilty

‘God how many did i leave’ Roman thinks as he glances down at Virgil’s collarbone, their tanktop hanging slightly loose ‘How pretty’

“R-Ro” Virgil whines placing a hand on Roman's shoulder, “huh” Roman mutters as he looks back op at Them

Virgil’s face is a cherry like red, “your h-holding a l-little tight”

“Sorry sweetheart” Roman’s says quickly loseing his hold as somone begins loudly knocking on the door.

“Are you two in there?” They hear Logan question from beyond the door

‘Ooooo the nerds home~ ’ Roman smiles as Logan opens the door

“What the hell happend” Logan asks looking over at Virgil

“Roman you know our’re baby bruises easily” Logan says walking over to them

“I know that” Roman says as Logan looks at him “then why-“ Logan was cut off by Virgil

“Lo it’s okay, i-i asked him to” Virgil crosses their arms “oh well then, i’ll go help Patton with dinner”

“Pop star’s Home too?!” Roman yells practically jumping up and down “indeed my love, would you like help too?” Logan asks smiling.

“Yes yes yes!!” Roman joy fully yells and runs out of the bathroom to go help Patton in the kitchen.

“Virgil, you okay?” Logan asks as Virgil contines to blush. “Hoodie?” Logan asks jokingliy “Yes please....” Virgil whispers

“Come on then let’s get you one” Logan takes Virgil’s hands helping them down from the counter.

They walk to their shared bedroom and Virgil borrows one of Patton’s hoodies.

“Dinner kiddos!” It comes from the kitchen.

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"Are we still holding moive night tonight?" Logan asks looking around.

"I'm down" Virgil says nodding "of course baby" Patton chines in “just let me clear the table first” Patton says getting op.

“Of course Love. Virgil, Roman rember you two are picking the movie tonight”

“Cinderella!” they both scream happliy, they both love that movie.

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Virgil shivers as Logan trace his fingertips alone their arm, “Aww baby~" Patton coos drawing Virgil’s attenion to the him.

Patton places a kiss on Virgil’s forehead. His emo’s head in his lap, their torso in Logan’s, legs in Roman’s.

“You cold sweetie?” Roman asks as Virgil blushes. "a bit" Virgil says looking back over to the tv, the movie almost over.

Logan reaches for the blanket at the foot of the sofa, laying it on Virgil.

“Thank you” Virgil mumbles as they bury their face under the blanket. They will never admit it but they love movie nights and they wouldn’t miss it for the world

Patton giggels pulling the blanket away from Virgil’s face, “you can’t hide from us sweetheart~” Patton says pulling Virgil in for quick kiss

“Oh come here” Logan says helping Virgil sit up. Patton moves closer to Logan, his hand rubbing Virgil’s back.

Virgil’s hold onto Logan’s neck, as Logan kisses them.

Virgil’s can feel their lips get tired, as Logan’s hands rest apon their wasit.

Logan slowly pulls away, but Virgil's lips weren't cold for long. Roman was right there "Virgie baby, you want another one?~"

"Mm~" Virgil moves closer to Roman. The blanket falling in their lap as Roman gently grabs their hips

Roman kisses them softly, holding Virgil tighter.

"Your just so cute" Logan mutters under his breath as Virgil pulls away from Roman

Patton helps Virgil lay down again, their eyes almost closed. The movies credits roll.

Roman yawns moving Virgil's legs "I need my beauty sleep, so I'm gonna hit the Hay" Roman says getting up and rubbing his eyes.

Roman gives Logan a quick kiss on his forehead, and Patton a quick kiss on his cheek, and Virgil a quick kiss on their lips.

"Goodnight my loves~" Roman says walking up the stairs, "Goodnight sweetie" they all mumble at the same time.

Patton giggles as he helps Virgil sit up again. They end up mostly in Patton's lap half asleep

“I’m gonna hit the hay as well” Logan mumbles get up and turning off the tv. “Sleep tight babe” Patton says as Logan kisses his cheek

“Goodnight Lolo” Virgil sleeply giggles as Logan kisses their forehead. “Night baby” Logan laughs walking up stairs

Virgil shifts in Patton’s lap, “here” Patton says grabing the blanket in Virgil’s lap and throwing it over Virgil’s shoulders.

“Thanks” Virgil says snuggling into Patton’s chest, Patton holds back a squeal hugging them tight.

“We should probably head to bed too Sweetie” Patton says trying to move Virgil from his lap “Noooooo....” Virgil whines holding onto Patton’s neck

“If you don’t move i’m gonna have to carry you” Patton says thinking Virgil would move

“Can you?” Virgil yawns “Would that be okay?” Patton smiles, Virgil had ever let him carry Them before.

Virgil nods almost asleep. Patton picks Virgil up bridal style, the blanket still on them

“Veve?” Patton asks a yawn esaping his lips. “Mm” Virgil’s eyes slightly open, “Can you sleep with me, i don’t wanna be alone”

Virgil nods giving Patton a quick kiss

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Virgil suggles into Patton's chest. Patton Holding Virgil tight. “Baby, can we see if the others are awake, i miss them” Patton sleeply mumbles

“Mm, i miss them too”

They both stumble down the hall, first to Roman’s room.

Virgil peaks their head in “Roro? You awake?”

“I am now” Roman complains as he turns around, now facing the two people in his doorway.

“Sorry...we just wanted to know if you wanted to cuddle, but you seem tired” Virgil says looking at the floor “We’ll leave you be” Patton says talking Virgil’s hand

“Oh, sorry. But if we”re gonna cuddle, then shouldn’t we get Logan?” Roman says getting up from bed.

Patton beams “Well that’s the next stop”

Roman takes Patton’s hand as they walk down to Logan’s room.

The light is on, “Lolo!” Virgil whines as they throw open the door to see Logan sitting at his desk

“Sweetheart, we’re talked about this” Roman sighs walking over, saving the file and shutting off Logan’s computer.

“Right, sorry” Logan rubs his forehead as Patton places a hand om his shoulder

"We gonna go cuddle, and your joining Virgil says taking Logan’s hand and helping him up “it’s 2 am” Logan yawns

“You were up anyway, and we all know you love cuddling~” Roman teases

"Come on Lo" Patton whines taking Logan's other arm

“Okay okay i’ll cuddle with you” Logan surrenders walking along with Them back to Roman’s room

As they all settle into the soft sheets Virgil kisses each of their boyfriends softly, making sure eveybody get’s a hug before they begin cuddling

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“Hey Roman have you seen.....” Thomas frezzes in the doorway, quitely staring at the cuddle pile with Virgil and Patton in the middle.

Thomas smiles sweetliy pulling out his phone and snapping a picure before closing the door, not wanting to wake them anymore

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The stars in your eyes

Virgil and Deceit are lying in their backyard, it's 2 AM and of course the stars are more beautiful then ever before

Virgil : Hey Dee?

Deceit : Yeah V?

Virgil : Have seen the sky

Deceit : No why, oh you want me to go outside with you?

Virgil : Yessss the stars are sooo pretty *Takes Deceit by the hand and walks out to their backyard*

Deceit : *Looking up* Wow, why don't you go get a blanket and so we can lie down and enjoy the stars?

Virgil : Great idea! *Runs in and gets the blanket*

Deceit : I love you *Kissess Virgil's check*

Virgil : *Giggles* Babee~

Deceit : *lays the blanket down under the trees in the backyard and lies down*

Virgil : *Sits down beside him*

Deceit : You know what I love about you?

Virgil : *Giggles* Nuuu~

Deceit : Well where do I begin, your rosie checks,your soft hair and pale skin,oh and of course your lovely dark violet eyes~

Virgil : I don't get what's soo special about my eyes

Deceit : their special because of what I see in them

Virgil : Well what do you see in them?

Deceit laughing : Stars silly!

Virgil bushing : Hmph~*Lies down looking at Deceit*

Deceit : *Looks at Virgil* Oh come on Babe *kissess Virgil*

Virgil : *Kissess back*

Fun

"Nico!" Jason clicks his tongue at me. I turn around. He's sitting on a bench with his nose buried in a book of some kind. He looks op, clicking his tongue at me again, like I'm a fucking dog. "Come here" He gestures at me. "Will you ask nicely?" I chuckle. "Just come here" He grunts. "I'm not a dog, you can't just call me like that" I grumble, I mean, I don't mind it. But definitely not in public. It's kinda embarrassing, but in a weirdly nice way. "Well, aren't you my puppy?" Thank fuck no one's in earshot. I feel a dark blush come into my face. "I'm not, don't. Not in Public" I stutter out. "Aw, aren't you cute. Now come here" He says, clicking his tongue again, the sound becoming normal to my ears. He set in a bookmark and closes the book. "Come on, don't make me ask again" He muses. I sigh and walk to the bench he's sitting on. "Mhm?" I mumble. He pats his leg, oh no. "Sit" He orders. "Can I not?" "Did it sound a question?" His voice goes a little stern. "No, it didn't. But I'd like to think it was" I murmur, dropping my eyes. "Sit your ass down" he repeats. "Why?" I mumble. "What do you mean why? Do I need a reason to want my boyfriend in my lap?" He bats his eyes at me. "In public, you do" I grumble. Jason stands, tugging at my belt, causing me to fumble and almost fall over. "Then let's go back to my cabin, because I want you in my lap. Preferably now" He demands. "Okay okay" I chuckle, trying to not show how freaked out I am by the way he's acting. It's a bit little scary, but also really hot. He slings in arm around my hips, his fingers hooking into my belt to drag me along. I stumble along his side I can. "What's with you today?" I breath out, not daring to look at him. "What?" He asks, halting us. "What's with you? You're so, demanding" I mumble. "I didn't mean to be" he says, tugging at my belt to turn me around to look at him. I can't look op, the sudden tone shift is too weird.

He cups my face, placing his fingers under my jaw, gently guiding my head op. I look everywhere but him. "Nico, look at me. Please" It's not a question and I know it isn't. I blink and take a deep breath. I look op, finally seeing the look in his eyes. There's a look I've never seen. It's want, it's love, it's dominance and it's concern. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" "Well, no" I start, shallowing down the lump in my throat. "But, it's strange. You've never acted like this" I reason. His fingers loosen on my jawline. "Do you want me to stop?" The question rings in my ears. Stop? No, it might be strange but it's nice "No" I say, reaching op and placing my hand over his hand on my face. Tugging at it to get him to let go. He does and I let my hand drop down beside myself. "Well come on" He tugs at my belt, and I swear he's trying to get me hot and bothered. "To my cabin" Jason says, tugging me the rest of the way to to Zeus Cabin. He only let's go when he has to get the door. I walk myself in, jumping a bit when I feel a hand my lower back. His fingers are hooked into my belt yet again. He's guiding me in? That's new as well. The butterflies in my stomach won't seem to settle. It's all so surprising. I stand still as he closes the door, it's not really a choice, if I tried to move, he'd pull me back by my belt. Which might make me fall on my face. I'd rather avoid that. Jason mumbles something about being well behaved and waiting. But it's like I've got water in my ears and I know I don't have water in my ears, because I forgot to shower this morning. Gods, I must smell a little. It's okay, he's hasn't commented on it, so it can't be that bad. His hands slide into my back pockets. He rests his head in the crook of my neck. He licks op my neck and I almost jump. "H-Hey!" I yelp. He chuckles, starting to bite around a bit. "Yes?" He murmurs.

"What are you doing? This isn't what-" "I know what I said Honey, but I want a bit more before that" He bites into my ear, and I almost scream out at the suspiring pain. I bite on my lip to keep it down. I cannot take it, it hurts. I whimper as he bites down even harsher. His teeth pull off my ear. "I thought you said you liked pain" He chuckles. "Not out of the blue" I heave. "Understood" He whispers into my ear. He leans in, kissing the place he had been biting on. "I'll work op" He slips his hands out my pockets, yet again hooking his fingers into my belt. He pushes at me, walking me forward. I stumble along to his bed. I fumble forward, almost falling as he suddenly turns me towards a chair in the corner. Fuck, why is this turning me on. His hips are pressed against mine as he finally gets us to the big round chair. He glides his finger around to the front if my belt, stepping in front of me. He falls down on the big white fluffy blanket. He clicks his tongue and tugs at my belt again. How was it not broken yet? It's not a stretchy belt. It's thin leather had I've worn on and off for years, it should have snapped by now. "Careful with that" I say, shuffling closer. "Sorry?" "It's old, please don't snap it" I shallow. He moves his fingers from under my belt and into the beltloops. That's not good either, these jeans are getting a bit old too and I'd rather not have to sew it them back together again. "Careful with that too" I mutter, feeling rather fragile standing in front of him. "These are old, I've already had to sew them together once" I shallow around the lump in my throat, why won't it go away. Jason rakes his eyes over me, looking for a different place to pull. He sighs as he turns op nothing. "Where can I pull then?" "You can pull there, just be careful" I say, voice smaller than I've ever heard myself talk. He hooks his fingers back under my belt. "If I break it, I'll buy you a new one. Deal?" He asks, catching my eye.

I nod. "Deal" I repeat, voice becoming even smaller. It's like I'm losing my voice but I'm not fucking sick. He tugs at it again, and I suddenly remember why he dragged me here. I move down, carefully shifting until I'm seated on each of his legs. Apparently, that wasn't where he wanted me. When he said his lap, he meant his lap. He wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me fully into his lap, my chest pressed tightly against his. He leans op, kissing around my slightly sore jaw. I never thought anything Jason did would leave me sore. But he'd gripped onto my jaw a little too tightly. I hope there isn't a mark, that'd be hard to explain. Like yeah, my boyfriend just grabbed me, no no he's not abusing me. He just grabbed me. No one would believe that. I tense op as he gently bites into the slightly sore skin. He doesn't ask, only moving down to bite somewhere else. I feel my legs press in on his sides out of pure reflex. My shoulders drop, my body relaxing. I feel a small smile come on. It's been too long since we've done anything. Blood flows from my head to somewhere much lower. I sling my arms around his shoulders. "Isn't this nice?" He whispers into my head. "Mhm" I murmur, my knees dig into his side. It's just reflex at this point. I maybe be smaller, but siting in his lap makes me feels taller then him. I know I'm not, but it's nice to feel taller for once. There's a chill down my spine, for some fucking reason, I'm getting cold. I shiver in my T-shirt, I had forgotten my hoodie back at my cabin. "Are you cold?" He asks, leaning op to lightly nibble on my ear. "A little" I whisper. Jason pulls my arms off his neck and slips his hoodie off. Then he pulls it over my head. I put my arms through the holes and half snuggle into the fabric. I know I'll take it off in a bit, but right now, I'd like to not be cold. I'm still a bit cold, because the fabric is loose on me. All his clothes are too big on me, I always feel so small while wearing anything of his.

He reaches a hand op, caressing my cheek. "You look so cute in my clothes" He muses. His hand glide onto the back of my neck. What's he doing? His fingers twist in my hair, lightly grab a fit full of hair from the back of my head. He yanks my head back and I bite down a whimper. It's like he's ripping out my hair out. Through the pain, I find a happy feeling settling in my stomach. I peel my eyes open again, blinking look down at him. Jason's smirking op at me. That annoying boy. He's doing it on purpose isn't he. This is what he wanted me here for. I should have thought so. I press my hips down to get back at him. He pulls my hair again. I press down again. There's a small tap on my rear. A warning. "Careful there" He groans, woah, a double warning without a real slap. He's going easy on me. No way. I huff and push down again. There's a good smack on my ass and I can't help but jump a bit. It's good. I glance down at him it's clear he knows I got what I wanted. His smirk twists downward. Unhappy. His face has become rather neutral. It's like he's trying to figure out what he what's to do with me. "You damn lucky I'm not wearing a belt" He grunts. I hold back a laugh, that's not really a good theat. We're in his cabin, he could just get one. I guess he'd have to move me then, he wouldn't like that. I'd probably run out just to get at him. "How so?" I tease, gliding my tongue over my teeth. "You know damn well why you're lucky" He chuckles and lands another smack on my rear end. "Because If I was, that would have been a belt and not my hand" He grumbles, resting said hand in my pocket. This gonna be funny. He gently tugs my head back to get to my neck. He nibs around and kisses the parts he can reach. I hum happily, I know he won't like it. He leans into my shoulder and bites down harsher than I expected. I bite down a small whimper. I tense op a bit, finding the pain, rather painful and not in a good way.

I whine, shifting a bit. "That hurt" I whine, shuffling around to make him uncomfortable. "That's the point Sugar" He muses "But it's doesn't feel good" I grumble. "It's not supposed to feel good for you, it's supposed to be fun for me" Jason chuckles. "You suck" I whine bring my arms back op around his shoulders. "And you shallow" He mumbles into my skin, biting down again. A blush rushes to my cheeks. Gods damn it. At least he's not lying. I shift a bit, where is this gonna end? On his bed? On the floor? With someone bursting through the door? With me over his knee? Who knows. I don't really care, as long as no one bursts through the door. That wouldn't be good. Oh who I'm a kidding, the kid would slam the door shut again. I would freak the fuck out, and Jason would he laughing his ass off. I grip into his shirt as he bites down again. I'm getting too hot in his hoodie. I go to take my arms away from his neck, but he reaches back and stops me. "I want the hoodie off" I mutter, my voice not coming out how I want it to. I'd hoped I'd sound steady ,calm and maybe a little sexy. But no, my voice cracks and is so unstable that I sound like I just stopped crying. My voice has been a bitch lately. "No, you're too cute in it" Jason's voice takes on a slightly whiney tone. Like he really means it, he's not just saying that to be mean. I let my arms lay back down, guess I'll just sweat. He still hasn't kissed me, does he don't want to? I might have forgotten to shower, but I did brush my teeth. So it's not my breath. I tug at his neck, pushing his head further onto my shoulder by mistake. The wrong way. "Mhm?" He muses, biting around. I've been so caught up in the pain, that I didn't think about the mark that's got to forming by now. Shit. At least it on my shoulder, I should be able to hide it. "Won't you kiss me?" I plead. He laughs into my skin, sending a shiver down my spine .

He pulls back from a neck. "Only if I can take your belt off" He says. My belt? What does that have to do with anything? "Su-sure" I stutter, suddenly feeling a cold sweat run down my back. Jason reaches down and works the belt open and off. "Get op" He demands. I stay for a second. "Get, op. Now" At his insistence I do. He grabs me by my hips and spins me around. Is he gonna hit me with my own, almost broken belt? I feel the material wrap around my wrists. Oh. Fuck. I'm dead. It gets tighter and tighter. "Wiggle a bit, make sure it's not too tight for you" He instructs. I do, wiggling my wrists around a bit. It's tight enough that I can't get out, and loose enough to be safe. I nod, not trusting my voice to hold any more words. He spins me around again, hands staying my on hips. My jeans have gotten very uncomfortable. I know he sees it, but he doesn't comment. Only leaning down to kiss me. I can't do much more then step as close as possible. He brings a hand op to hold my face in place. He pulls back, laughing at the state I'm in. I'm on my tip toes, leaning op to get back to his lips. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back down on my flat feet.

"Oh Darling, this is going to be so much fun. Well, for me"