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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.

Sick

I swing by the Hades cabin to wake up Nico. He hadn't been feeling that well last night, so I wanted to check on him. I knock on the door, shifting my book bag on my shoulder. There's no answer, so I knock again. Expecting to hear Nico yell back. There's nothing. Then suddenly, there's a noise. Almost like something being knocked over. So I open the door and step into the dark room. Gently closing it behind me. Nico's laying hunched over a bucket, both hands holding it up. He must have knocked it over. I drop my bag by the door and rush to his side. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" I ask throwing myself on the floor by him. There's vomit in the bucket. He's laying down on his side, upper body twisted over the side of the bed, head hanging over the bucket.

Nico groans, pealing his eyes open to look at me. "I, I think I'm sick" He heaves. I gently help him lay down on his back. I empty the bucket out the only window. Let's hope the grass likes puke. I set the bucket back down next to his bed. He looks pale, yet sweaty. I place my hand on his sticky forehead. He don't even jerk away or tell me off, he just lays there, he'd clearly just woken up. He's hot to the touch. I pull my hand back to myself. "Are you okay?" I cringe at my words, I know the answer already. "No" He grumbles. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold? Hot?" I rush. Nico brings his hand up. "Shush, just, shut up, for a second" He mutters, gently propping himself up on his elbows. Slowly getting up to the headboard. I half sit on the edge of the bed, Gently grazing my hand over his arm. He shivers in the already surprisingly hot cabin. Though his skin is warm and sticky with sweat. "Your hand's cold" He says, yanking his arm away from me, rubbing over the skin. "I'm cold" he adds, bringing his legs up to his chest. Oh gods, he's cold. In this heat. I shed my hoodie, and pass it to him. "No don't-" "I'm sweating, and you're cold. Just take it" I insist.

He does. Pulling it over his night shirt. Almost snuggling into the familiar fabric. "Why don't you take a shower? You know, warm up?" I ask. Nico Sniffles, great his nose is screwed too. "It's, something" He mutters. I go to grab his arm as he get's out of bed, but he waves me off. "I'm sick, not dying" "Just didn't want you to fall" I whisper. "I won't" He grunts, and proceeds to loose his footing and almost crash forward. He would have, if I didn't grab him. "Not dying?" I joke. He responds the way he always does when he get's something wrong. "Ha ha" I help him to the bathroom. At the door, he pointily shoves me off, and grabs the door nob. "You're not-" "Wasn't going to" I cut him off. "good" He murmurs, face slightly red. He yanks open the door. "Do you want me to go?" I inquire "No, No, Just don't come in" He murmurs shutting the door behind him.

"Alright" I mumble to myself. I grab the book on architecture I borrowed from the Athena cabin, and sit waiting by the bathroom. I slowly lose myself in the architecture of ancient Greece, page by page I sink further in. The world around me fuzzing out. It's a wonder that they had the book in English, most of their books are written in ancient Greek. Just like most of books in camp Jupiter and New Rome are written in Latin. Which, If you didn't know, I don't speak ancient Greek, obviously. But I do speak Latin. Now that I think about it, I think Nico speaks both. I was starting to to think that I was overreacting, when there was a loud crash from the bathroom. Shit. I practically throw the book and race up. I throw open the door to find a half dressed Nico on his butt in front of the sink. "What? What happened?"

Nico slaps his hand over his eyes. My hoodie and his shirt on the counter. His pants mid down. "What does it look like? I fell. Now get out" He mutters. "No" I say, shutting the door. I walk over to him, picking him op off the floor, He struggles a bit and I almost drop him. But eventually I get him down, Setting him on the sink counter. "Just go-" "No" "Look-"

"Nico, You need a shower, and you can't really stand on your own, Just let me help"

"It's embarrassing"

"You didn't mind last time"

Nico blushes "Last time, was different" He mutters. "How so?" I ask. He whacks me in the arm. "I wasn't sick" "So what?" I ask.

He sighs. "Fine"

I slip off the rest of his clothes, and for once he doesn't protest. I slip out of my own clothes too, Nico refuses to look at me as we step into the shower. He makes me stand in the corner, I don't mind though. Even naked I'm feeling warm enough. The shower is small enough that even from the corner, we're close enough that if he falls again I can catch him without a problem. I look up into the ceiling for a second, checking for spiders and other bugs. But there's nothing, so I return my attention to Nico, who's washing the sweat of his side. He's turned away from me. Which isn't really all that out of the ordinary, he usually won't look at me for the first 5ish minutes when we shower together. But he ever stays like that the whole shower

And sure enough, he soon turns to see me, I look back at him. Waiting. "Well come on" He grumbles. I chuckle and take a step closer. Gently laying my arms around his hips, He shivers at the cold contact and pulls me under the hot water with him. The sudden change of temperate making me tense up for a short moment. Before relaxing into the familiar thump of the almost scalding hot water. Nico relaxes into me, and I keep a firm grip on him. We stand like that for a while, until he pulls back from me and go about washing his hair. But I take over, like I always do, massaging the soap into his scalp. He stands, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of my hands. There's a small smile on his tired lips. For a second, he loses his balance but I straighten him up with a firm arm around his hips. "Thanks" He murmurs. "Mhm" I hum. I gently lean his head back under water, washing out the soap. I pull his face out from the water. Cradling his cheek.

He sniffles and I can't help but laugh a little. I rub soap over his neck, down his shoulder, his soft arms, his back. We both hum a song only we know. A song we made under the water, the hum of our bodies, the song of the water, the music of us. Our music. It sounds kinda silly, but it's a lovely feeling. To know we have something together. I know it's childish, but honesty, I don't care. Either of us ever really got to be kids, so I say, we get to be as childish as we like. I lean down a little but leans away. "I'll get you sick" He reasons "So what?" I gently grab onto his jaw and land a small peck on his wet lips. He leans up for a bit more, and I give in. Giving him a proper kiss. The only sound left is the water, running around us. His hand travels up my side and up to my neck. I pull away leaving Nico slightly out of breath. I chuckle and we get out. Drying off and getting dressed without a word.

I lend Nico a hand as we walk to his bed, I'd rather not risk another fall. He'd put my hoodie back on. And gods help me, he's looks so sweet, it's bit big on him, which is part of the charm. The sleeves are too long, the collar sags below his collarbone, and it hangs halfway down his ass. He looks cute in my clothes, he always does. Oh gods, he borrowed a pair of pants from me once, and they kept falling down, and even with a belt they kept slipping down when he walked. He's never asked me for a pair pants since. He lays back down in bed, his eyes droopy. He yawns and tugs the covers up. "I'll let you get back to bed" I say, getting up from my spot on the end of the bed. "No, stay" "Huh?" I turn back to see Nico sitting up again, "Won't you stay with me, just until I fall asleep?" He asks, his voice becoming hoarse. How I'm suppose to say no to that. "Sure, until you fall asleep" I go to take the chair but he reaches out for me, catching my wrist. "With me" He indicates. I chuckle, crawl into his bed, and wrap him up in my arms. Pressing him into my chest. He snuggles into my neck, relaxing. It takes maybe 7 minutes before he falls asleep. But I stay here, holding him close. It doesn't take to long for me to fall asleep either.

Little one

As I walk into Zeus cabin, I'm so tired that I barely realized that Nico isn't here like he promised. Only as I call out for him, looking around, do i realize that he's nowhere in sight. I huff to myself and kick off my shoes. A habit I picked up from Nico a while back. He probably got caught up with his training again. I place my shoes neatly beside the door to not trip over them later. I sigh, it's like my head is being spilt down the middle. I shed my jacket and throw it over my desk chair. I want my baby, right now. He better get here soon. I drag my heavy body to my bed, falling down on it hard enough to make the bed creak. I fall down on my back, my sweater slipping op from jeans where it had been tucked in. My eyes fall closed, the pain in my head has grown unbearable. I groan and reach over to my bedside table. I rack though it without looking, sighing in relief as I feel the packet of painkillers I always keep in my cabin. I pop one and turn on my side. My little Nico always goes all grumpy when I take pills dry, but I still don't see the problem with it. I grab my duvet and hold it between my arms to have something as a stand in for my little one. I want nothing more than to have my baby in my arms. He has to get here soon.

I hear the door open and close. "Sorry I'm late, got caught up with some training" My baby's voice fills my ears. I let go of my duvet and get to my feet. "It's alright" I say before wrapping him op in a big bear hug. He chuckles, slinging his arms around my hips. I glide my arms down under his rear. "What?" He asks. "Am I overdue for a spanking?" "No" I chuckle a little and pull him op around my hips. He yelps, scrambling to wrap his arms around my neck to stay stable. "You are however overdue for a nap little one" I say, leaning op to place a kiss on his forehead. "Jason, I'm not little" He mutters, his pale cheeks turning a dusty pink. He looks away from me, his shy side showing. "Do you want to be?" I ask, gently bouncing him on my hip out of pure habit. He huffs a little, resisting the familiar feeling that usual has him calling me Daddy in under a second. "I guess it's been a while" He mumbles. "Let's get my little baby down a nap then" I say, hiking him a bit higher op on my hips as I turn to my dresser. I shift my baby to my left hip as I find pajamas for him. He whines, having fully slipped already. "I know, I just need a second sweetie" By the time I've found clothes for us both and gotten us both changed it's getting close to three and my little boy is almost snoring as he waits for me to draw the blinds. I set a clock to 5:30 so we get op a bit before dinner.

Nico whines, reaching out and making those adorable grabby hands. My heart melts in my chest and I get down on my knees to look op at my sleepy boy. "Yes little one?" I ask. "Cuddles" He pouts, grabbing at my shoulders. "Okay" I say, getting back op and getting into bed next to him. A very pouty boy crawls onto me and lays down with his head tucked into the crook of my neck. I sling my arms around his waist. He hums happily and snuggles into my neck, I mumble out more praise to calm him down to sleep. But it's not enough, so I reach down and pat him on the bottom. "It's nap time little boy" I mutter, my heavy eyes fluttering close. Nico whines and shifts his hips a little. I pat him firmly on the bottom again, he knows very well that a firm pat on the butt is a warning. "Sorry…" He mumbles. He shifts one last time and settles on me. There goes, maybe a minute before he says. "Daddy?" "Yes Sweetheart?" I mumble, blinking my eyes open to look at him. "Wil you, please keep doing that. It helps me sleep" He mumbles, his face has gone completely beet red. I huff at the familiar question. I still don't know why he always blushes when he asks that. "Of course," I say, patting him on the bottom again to soothe him. He hums happily yet again. Gods, little or not, that boy loves having his butt toyed with. It's such an easy thing, but gods it gets him all blushy. Sometimes, if he's getting on my nerves. All I gotta do, is gently tap him on the rear end. He melts right into my hands and then all I have to do is whisper in his ear. Maybe something like, be good now, quiet misbehaving or do you wanna end op over my knee?

I hear a small gently snoring. Even though I know he's sleeping, I pat him on the bottom one last time to be sure. I let myself loosen op under him. I'm really tired. It's been such a long day. I find my headache, completely gone. I'd almost forgotten I took anything for it. I guess my little boy always helps with any pain. I slide a hand op his (my) shirt, resting his hand on his lower back. I gently grab onto his rear and let myself fall asleep.

As I blink open my eyes, the first time I see is Nico's shoulder. He's leaning over me to turn off the alarm. "Evening" I yawn. "Evening" He greets lowlily. He goes to move off me, but I grab onto his thighs and keep him where I want him. He sighs and leans in to kiss me. Our lips move together of maybe twenty seconds. "Happy?" He mutters. "Very" I say, dropping my hands from his thighs. "Let's get dressed" I say. "Do we have to?" Nico whines. "Yes" I say, trying pop him on the thigh, but I catch his butt instead. He gives a tiny jump and whine, then pouts at me. "Meanie" He mutters. "Sorry little one" I chuckle "Don't make me little before dinner" He demands, swing over and sitting beside me. I reach over and take his chin in my hand. "I'll do whatever I want, my cute little boy" I muse. "Oh my gods shut op" He brings his hands op over his beet red face. "Do I need to put you over my knee?" I grunt, prying his hands from his face. He refuses to look me in the eyes, he's blushing like a mad man. He doesn't say a thing, I can't have that.

"Well?" I ask.

"No Sir"

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Good night

Spencer and y/n

You been on the phone with Spencer for a few hours now, and while you love talking to him, it's late and you are getting tired. Very tired. You lay down on your shared bed, phone still pressed to your ear.

"Spence, baby" You say, sleep trying to pull you into it's grasp. You slip under the covers, warming your body.

"Yes?" Spencer sounds so awake you're jealous of his awakeness.

"You know i love you, right?" You ask, yawning as you rub your eyes. Spencer gulps and whispers to you in a nervous tone.

"I've been talking for too long, haven't I?" Spencer asks, suddenly nervous and sad.

"No, no baby i love hearing you talking it just, it's 3 in the morning for me and I'm really tired" You chuckle lightly, hoping you aren't hurting his feelings by cutting him off. You rub your eyes as you wait for a response.

"It's 3 am for you? Why didn't you say so? it's only 1 am here. You should go to bed" Spencer almost sounds like a kid being told their friend is sick, concerned.

"Oh, right, you're like, on the other side of the country. Yeah, you should get some sleep too okay?" You say, plugging your changer into your phone.

"Yes, of course Dear"

"Good night Spence"

"Good night"

A very conflicting night

Ship : Soangelo

Warning there may be spelling mistakes and this is my first time writing Soangelo

Nico's eyes darted around, where in all hades was he. Nico really wasn't in the mood to look all over camp for Will Solace

He hadn't been at the Infirmary or at the Apollo's cabin not even at camp fire with the rest of the his cabin

Solace had been getting on his nerves all day, Nico had lost his cool and gotten angry

But now he was scared, scared Will might hate him. That he might push him away, It was slliy that he liked him in the first place

A child of the underworld liking a child of Apollo was ridiculous, Will is all happy good luck and Nico......Nico isn't like that at all

He's dark and bitter, an outcast at best

Nico closed his eyes, where would a son of Apollo go when upset 'Somewhere where the sun is shining perhaps' Nico thought

He opened his eyes and looked around for somewhere sunny. The sun was already going down, he’d have to be fast

By the gods how could he not have thought of that

Nico ran untill his feet burned he was too far away, he wouldn’t make it

Will would be gone by the time he got there, Will would have gone back to his cabin.

That thought made Nico stop in his tracks. His eyes burned, he turned around and walked back to his cabin. Will wouldn’t want to see him efter what he said, Why would he.

Nico crossed a line, he wanted to run. To run away for everyone, he didn’t want anyone to see him. He forced himself to keep walking as tears swammed his eyes

He couldn’t cry he was still outside, his feelings had to wait untill he was alone. If anyone saw him like this they’d probably start laughing

Who wouldn’t

No they was still a long way to his cabin ‘Don’t think about it’ Nico thought. By the time Nico was infort of the door the sky was almost Black, he quickly went inside and threw himself on to his bed

Why did he say that, he should have stayed quite. It was just joke, a really bad joke that made him uncomfortable. Nico grab his journal and pick up a pen

Another one of his Father’s ‘i want to know my son’ gifts, it was a quite werid exchange. Hades had appeared by his bedside about a week ago, given him a leather bound book and 5 pens then just left

It almost made Nico laugh, his father hadn’t really said anything but that was fine. It was a bitter sweet gift, a tear fell on the page. When he had open it, it had landed on his last entry

about him

Nico wanted to rip the page out and burn it, he didn’t.

There was still 2 Hours untill curfew, he could leave right now, shadow travel never have to see Will again never have to see anyone from Camp half blood again, just walk though a city alone or go back to the underworld stay at his Father’s Palace, Hades wouldn’t turn him away

who would stop him

No he couldn’t run away again, he couldn’t run away from his friends. He had to stay and talk with Will, apologize

Nico almost dropped his book as someone loudly Knocked on the door, he quickly shoved it under his covers and wipped away his tears

Nico steadied his voice, maybe it was just Percy wanting to check in “Come in”

Will Solace slipped inside a frown formning as he closed the door “What are doing here?” Nico couldn’t meet Will’s eyes

“wow, what a wellcome” Will sounded hurt

Nico paniced, he had hurt him....how could he fix that “sorry” Nico managed his voice growing weaker as stared at the floor

“Nico.....” Will’s voice was gently this time “Are you okay?” Nico haddn’t realisted he was crying, he had been so wrapped up in thinking about how to fix this

“I’m fine” Nico huffed wipping his tears away still refussing to meet Will’s eyes “What did you-” Nico was cut off guard as Will genlty pushed him against the headboard

“Talk about.......” Will straddled him without any hesitation, Will’s face went red he seemed to think he fucked op. He quickly moved sitting infort of Nico instead “sorry... i-i didn’t think”

“It’s okay” Nico muttered his own face turning red, the silence was unbearable

Nico opened his mouth to say something but Will beat him too it “Nico, about early. At the camp fire i mean, i shouldn’t have said that it...” Will took a shakey breath “It wasn’t okay, And i’m sorry”

Why in all Hades was Will apoloizing to him Nico should be the one apoloizing “W-What? No it was my fault, i...i shouldn’t have gotten angey. I’m sorry”

Will tensed “No Nico no, it wasn’t your fault. Really it wasn’t, i shouldn’t have said.....that”

Silence filled the room yet again, Nico wanted to reach out. To reach out and take Will’s hand, to cry and apologize for being an idiot and freaking out

Nico restrained himself, but Will didn’t. Nico’s heart skipped a beat as Will entangled they’re hands

“I hope you can fo-“ Nico crashed they’re lips together shutting Sun boy op very quickly, he just wanted Solace to be quite for a bit

Will didn’t seem to mind, he wrapped a hand around Nico’s hip. Nico smiled and scooted closer, Will pulled away slightly just enough to look in Nico’s eyes

“I-i shouldn’t-“ Will cradled his chin and pulled Nico in for another kiss

Will pulled him impossibly close, not seeming to remember why he came here whatever it was it could wait. He wanted to throw Nico down, to kiss him untill they were both breathless.

But Will pulled away reminding himself that he had a reason for coming to the Hades cabin and it was decidedly not to make out with Mister di Angelo. No matter how much he wanted to

Nico took a shakey breath his mind was racing, they kissed they had really kissed. Nico hopped his face wasn’t as red as it felt, he was rustled away from his thoughts as Will shook his shoulder “Earth to Nico, Can you hear me?”

“What, sorry where you saying somthing?” Nico stammered doing his best to ignore his throbbing heart beat, Will chuckled with a sad smile

“i said, i’m sorry about what i said at the camp fire, it wasn’t okay and i hope you can forgive me for that” Will moved his hands away from Nico

“I....i’m sorry too, i shouldn’t have freaked out like that. I-i do forgive you, and I hope you can forgive too” Nico barely got the words out as hot tears stream down his checks

“Oh Nico” Will flung his arms around the smaller boy hugging him as tightly as he could, Nico squeaked “shit sorry” Will quickly pulled way as he cussed himself for forgeting. By the gods he was idiot Nico doesn’t like being touched

Will’s eyes darted op, Nico was laughing. Nico di Angelo was laughing yet still in tears “You idiot! We literally kissed like a second ago, do you really think i care about hugging right now?” Nico continued laughing as leaned his head back against the Wall

Nico looked back down at Will smiling sweetly, Will threw himself into Nico’s lap giving him a quick kiss before hugging him yet again. “ Gods Nico how are this cold” Will rubbed Nico’s arm making him blush

Will looked around, how could the Hades cabin not have any blankets “Nico do you have any blankets?” Nico noded “Yeah, um fuck where did i put it” Will moved out of Nico’s lap accidentally knocking Nico’s covers off the bed

Nico’s eyes widened “Are you alright there?” Will asks a concerned look in his eyes “Yeah yeah” Nico quickly swiped the book along with the pen in one hand before putting it in his nighstand

Will raised an eyebrow “What was that?” He asked staring at the nightstand “Oh nothing” Nico said bentting down and pulling out a Blanket from under his bed, Will didn’t press

Will stared at the blanket, it was modeled after the nights sky. They quickly cuddled op, Will was a little hesitant at first he almost looked at Nico like a mindfield where was okay where wasn’t

Nico was hesitant too despite what they did minutes ago Nico’s eyes drifted Will’s slightly parted lips, so lovely and pink “Nico, um where. Um” Nico smiled knowingly genlty taking Will’s hands and putting them around his waist

Nico put his own hands in air, Will blushed he’ll have to tell me where to hold “Same place?” Nico asked, Will quickly noded laying his head against Nico’s chest. The two demigods quickly fell asleep

That was probably the most conflicting night of Nico’s life

Little Moreid agere dabble

"Daddy's home!" Derek calls out as a joke when he shut the door to his and Reid's appartment. He glances around for Spencer, wondering why his joke wasn't wothy of at least a pained groaned from the younger man. "Spencer?" He calls, hoping for a reaction this time so he doesn't go into a blind panic looking for him.

He's looking at the kitchen when he feels skinny arms wrap around his legs. Derek turns, finding Spencer latched onto his legs with no intend of letting go any time soon. "Hey Reid, you, um, okay there?" Derek brushes a hand over Spencer's long curls. Spencer tilts his head op to see his boyfriend. Derek can't help but smile as he sees Reid's favouite pacifier bopping away in his mouth. "Well hello kiddo" Morgan ruffles his hair and Spencer giggles. Guess Daddy is really home. Derek thinks to himself.

Spencer mumbles something enthusiastically behind his pacifier and Derek just nods. Knowing better then to try and make sense of anything Spencer is trying to say at the momment. Derek reaches down, trying to detach his little from his legs so they could at least move to couch for a snuggle. But Spencer whines and whimpers, clinging on tighter.

"I've missed you too, i just need you to let go for a few seconds so we go cuddle on the couch instead of the kitchen. Now come on sweet boy" Derek tries in vain to remove Spencer's arms from him. Derek groans and swears that if he could he'd give Reid's ass a smack for disobeying him. He's never had the heart to actaully do it, finding that talking about whatever is making Spencer extra clingly works best to push the date of the next clingly epsoide back.

"If you can stand op for Daddy then he'll carry to the couch, sound good?" Derek offers op the golden prize, being carried. While Derek doesn't mind carrying Spencer, he'll carry him any time he wants. Spencer is very particulier about when being carried is good, and when it's hell on earth. Spencer immediately stands, arms still around Derek, but now around his wasit instead of his legs.

Derek takes Spencer's arm from around him, sighing as the younger man whines at the removel. Derek set the mans arms around his neck instead before hoisting his little op around his hips.

Spencer giggles so loudly that the big grey sweater (That he's stolen from Derek's side of the closet) falls off his shoulder and Derek has to reajust it to keep the man warm. When he brings them both to the living room, it's clear from the state of the couch that Spencer's just woken op from a nap. A light purple blanket is strewn across the cushions, a throw pillow is laid down and flat from the pressure of Spencer's head, and of course there's his favouite stuffie, Rocky. A small brown dog that Luke gave him. Spencer thought it looked like a male verison of Roxy, therefore Rocky.

Derek pushes Rocky aside and sets them both down with a thud. This should explain Spencer's behavior, he always needs some extra love and snuggles after a nap. But Derek thinks there's something more. He pulls the pacifier from Spencer mouth, chuckling as his little whines for his comfort item. "I know Baby you want your paci, but i need to know what's going on first. Daddy can't help if he doesn't know what's wrong, remember?" Derek craddles Reid's cheek as the man whimpers and reaches for the pacifier. Derek grabs his hand with the one holding the pacifier.

"I just wan my paci" Spencer whines, big brown eyes holding back a flood of tears that theaten to fall any second. "Daddy needs to know first, then you can have your paci" Derek explains, knowing full well Spencer only caught half of what he said. Reid huffs. "Case, Tobias Hankel. Paci please?" Spencer blinks away a few tears as he tries to graps the pacifier, begining to rock forward ever so slightly. Derek lets go and pops the pacifier into Spencer waiting mouth.

"I'm so sorry baby, Daddy's so sorry" Derek brings Spencer close to his chest, repeating the rocking motion as he soothingly rubs the smaller man's back. "You're safe here, i promise. You're safe with Daddy" Derek pesses a kiss to Spencer's hair. Spencer lets out a small sob and Derek regets ever prodding at the issue. It takes a few minutes but Spencer's cries die out and Derek maneuvers them into a comfortable postion.

Spencer laying in front him with Rocky, a blanket tucked around them, and the Tv playing Bill Nye the science guy, because while Spencer might know every fact in the show, it's still science related and it's fun enough to keep his attention for a few hours. Spencer whould later recount that they laid together for three hours, 23 minutes and 13 seconds. To Derek it doesn't matter how long they cuddle. Just that Spencer feels safe with him. And when Spencer starts to snore, Morgan's knows he's got it right.

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Hotel room

Luke Alvez x autistic spencer reid Luke and Spencer share a hotel room and Spencer kinda has a meltdown Warning: I'm not autistic myself but have autistic friends and based Spencer's actions on their behaviour

Luke and Spencer are forced to share a room in a higher end hotel. Well, forced is the wrong word. Luke was away when the rooms were booked and therefore only 7 rooms were booked and Spencer offered to share. Or, Luke coaxed Spencer into sharing a room, seeing as they've been together for a little over 2 months. As Luke follows in behind him, he sees all of Spencer's belongings around the room, papers and books everywhere. "Excuse me please" Spencer slips into the bathroom. "Mhm" Luke clears his throat. He knows this is gonna be tough, it's not like they've been fighting or anything but Spencer has a need for his own space. Luke sets his own bag down by the bed. Would it be rude to tidy his book and such? Or would it be a nice thing to do?

Luke quietly gathers his books and papers on the small desk. It's already too late when he remembers Spencer doesn't like having his things moved. Shit! Oh damn it he's the worst boyfriend ever. Spencer's now standing beside him, looking tense. "I'm so sorry Spence. I completely forgot" Luke's first instinct is to reach out and offer comfort, but stops himself, not wanting to make Spencer more tense. He's still in his work clothes, not unusual, a button op, a sweater vest and slacks. Spencer's clicking his nails again. A stim he picked op a few wees ago. When Luke first said he was 'clicking his nails' Spencer looked so confused. But he is! Spencer's taking his thumb and clicking it on his other nails. Spencer's doing it with both hands op by his chest. "Um, it's fine, it's fine" He repeats in a mumble and blinks a few more times then normal. Luke gulps, okay, redirect. Redirect the nervous energy away from a meltdown. Luke shakes his head lightly. "It's not"

"Yeah no, it's not" Spencer speaks more loudly, not yelling but loud enough to hear him clearly. "I'm very sorry" Luke repeats, stepping away from the desk, facing Spencer but not looking directly at him. "Can i make it better?" Luke asks, folding his hands in front of himself. Spencer seems nervous, he runs both hands over his face before continuing to click his nails. "Mhmm" Spencer hums in frustration, leg now bouncing. Okay, Luke thinks, a meltdown is coming. "Uh, umm.. Do you have anything cold?" Spencer ask, waving his hands in front of his chest. Luke thinks. Okay cold, waving hands. Spencer wants something cold to hold. Cold, something cold to hold. He'd brought a soda! Down at the store before coming back to the hotel, it's still cold. "I do, I'm gonna get it okay?" Luke says, informing Spencer of his movements. Spencer nods a few times. Luke grabs the unopen and cold can of soda from his bag. He sets it on the desk instead of handing it to him. "This should be cold"

Spencer snatches it from the desk and Luke looks at the floor, letting Spencer know he's not going to force any eye contact or touch. "Can i do anything else?" He asks gently, watching Spencer's feet move across the room to the bed. "Um, can you, uh, I'm sorry Luke" Spencer's voice breaks and he begins to cry quietly. Luke walks to him, siting beside him but not touching him. "There nothing to be sorry for" Luke says, forcing his eyes on his feet. As much as he wants to look at Spencer, he doesn't want to make him more tense. "I, mhmm. I, Hold me? tightly?" Spencer asks, breath hitching. Luke wraps his arms around Spencer's waist, leaving his arms free to stim. "Tighter?" Spencer asks, shallowing hard. Luke does. "Thank you..." Spencer breaths, pressing the soda can to his neck, then face, then rolling it on his arms, down his legs before pressing it to his forehead for a bit.

Luke and Spencer sit there for a while, Luke waiting for Spencer to ask to be let go and Spencer waiting to feel better. "Luke?" Spencer asks, setting the can aside. "Yes?" Luke answers, careful not to alter his hold in any way. "I'm sorry, i just..." Spencer shakes his head. "I'm listening" Luke reasures.

"I know you've stayed at my place before and sharing a space isn't new, it's still new because at my place, it's mine, and i have the final say in where things ago, and here, it's a shared space and I'd already gotten settled and then you move my things and, it's not a big deal but I've had a really overstimulating day and it was just the last thing to tip the tower over" Spencer explains in a rushed voice.

"Okay, i hear you Spence, i hear you. Why don't you leave your things were they were before i came, and I'll find a place for my things if i need it. Sounds good?" Luke asks, still holding him tightly. Spencer nods. "Yeah, I'd like that" He says, nodding again. Luke smiles, okay, that wasn't hard to handle, there was no pacing or hitting anything, just stimming, a cold pressure, and touch. "Hey, deep breath in" Luke coaxes gently. Spencer draws in a deep breath. "Good, hold for 3 seconds" He continues, feeling Spencer's chest rise. "1, 2, 3, and let go" Luke guides gently, watching as Spencer breaths out and he's chest falls. "Good, again?" He asks. Spencer nods. "In" Spencer draws in another breath. "1, 2, 3, and out" Spencer shakes slightly as he breaths out.

"Thank you" Spencer mutters, leaning back into Luke's hold. "Wait, off, get off" Spencer yelps. Luke lets go and sits back. "My clothes, my clothes are, uncomfortable, icky" Spencer shakes his hands slightly before rushing to get his vest off, but his hands are shaking too much to get it off. "Do you want help Honey?" Luke offers. Spencer throws his hands out to his side, panting. "Yes please" He says. "Okay, I'm gonn-" "Please just get it off!" And that's how Spencer ends op in his boxers next to a fully dressed Luke. "Hey, feel my shirt, is it okay? Can it touch you?" Luke asks, offering his arm to Spencer. He brushes his fingers over the fabric before flattening his hand on it. "It's, oh it's nice" Spencer's feeling op his arm and Luke lets him.

Before Luke is fully aware of it. He's on his back on the bed with Spencer laying atop him, feeling his shirt. Luke's got his arms wrapped around him firmly but not tightly as Spencer traces his hands over the soft fabric. "it's cotton right?" Spencer asks, briefly snuggling into Luke's shoulder. Luke thinks for a second. "Yes, it's 90 or 100 procent cotton" Spencer mumbles off a few facts about cotton and some safe fabrics for him. Luke knows them before he even starts, cotton, satin, and slik. Almost every shirt Luke owns is one of those three so that Spencer can snuggle into him. Spencer looks op at him, and Luke almost melts. He's smiling, eyelashes still wet, lips pressed together in a cute smile. "Mhmm?" Luke questions, gently petting his hair. "I love you" Spencer says quietly, Luke smiles. "I love you too Spence" Luke reasures, gently toying with Spencer's hair.

Spencer rests his head on Luke's chest, and Luke grazes a hand down his back. "You okay?" Luke asks, tracing small circles on Spencer's skin. Spencer nods and yawns, snuggling op to his boyfriend. "Tired huh?" Luke asks, still tracing circles on his skin. Spencer nods. Luke debates telling Spencer to move so that he can change over just letting him fall asleep on him and for Luke to sleep in his work clothes. Luke decides he's slept in worse, and let's Spencer settle down for sleep. Luke reaches over and turns off the reading light. Luckily that was the only lightly on in the room.

Spencer snuggles close to Luke's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "Spence?" Luke murmurs gently, brushing a hand down his hair. Spencer hums lightly. "Is this okay?" Luke asks, continuing to trace small circles on his back. Spencer nods and hums in agreement.

Luke doesn't stay awake for long, neither does Spencer.