Little Dabble Of Spencer Reid And Y/n

I have no fucking Idea what I'm doing

I'm called away from wall climbing by Will. "Okay, don't freak out, Jason fall off some rocks and hit his head, and he might have a concussion" He says. "Okay, why are telling me?" I draw the words a little. He's hit his head before and no one came to get me. "He asked for you" Will rubs the back of neck. He doesn't normally do that, he always insists that he'll be fine on his own. I nod, "Okay, where is he?" "He's in his cabin, he asked me to get you, said he didn't wanna be alone" Well, that makes sense. If he does have a concussion he'll want me around to keep him awake for the couple of hours. "Yeah, yeah I'll go, just a second" I excuse myself from class, and head for the Zeus cabin. But something's off, the last time he hit his head, he stayed in the Infirmary until he was cleared. But he went back to his cabin, he's asked for me. Something's wrong, I just don't know what. I convince myself that he only wants some company. I gently knock on the door, there's a small sound I can't fully hear. There's no answer. I knock again, a little louder. The noise stops, and there's a rustling like someone getting to their feet. A rough looking Jason opens the door, sniffling a bit. "Hey. I murmur. "Hey..." He wipes his slightly red eyes, visibly shallowing. "Come in" He clears his throat, and sets aside to let me in. He's wearing his old camp Jupiter hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans. I walk in. Jason shuts the door, taking a shaky breath. We both sit on his bed, he's unusually quiet. Breathing weirdly loud and uneven. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting crisscross beside him. "Yeah, yeah, just didn't wanna be alone" He laughs, but it's so fake, so I fake that he has to hear it too. "Jason, It's okay. You can tell me" I mutter. He's slouching, shoulders hanging low. He exhales, his breath slow and shaky. "I, fuck" He breaks down, crying and shaking. "Hey, hey, it's alright" I whisper, wrapping him up in my arms.

I don't know what I am doing, I've never been good at comforting people. I shift, sitting half beside and half behind him. "S-Sorry, I just" His voice is almost non-existent through the storm of tears running down his face. "It's so stupid" he hiccups, wiping away the tears that threaten to spill down his chin. So I do the only thing I can think of, I gently grab his red cheeks with both hands. "Whatever it is, it is not stupid" I wipe away more tears. I should how to fucking comfort my own boyfriend. But I don't, because we're only been dating for a month or two. Jason brings his knees up, sniffling wiping his nose with his sleeve. I return my arm to where they were, holding on tightly to his shoulders. "I just, feel so stupid" He shallows down the snot in his throat. "You're not" I shift the closest I can. Pressing his back into my chest. "It's not" He takes a deep, steady breath in. He almost violently wipes the tears off his face. He sniffles, breathing heavily. "That, I just, feel so stupid" He starts, sniffling to keep his nose from running. I reach over to his nightstand and pick out a tissue. I hand it over to him. He blows his nose and throws it in the trashcan by his bed. I stay quiet, letting him gather himself before he continues. "It's just so fucking silly that I keep fucking hitting my head" His sadness slowly turns into a defeat. Like he's just feeling defeated by the world. "It's such a silly thing, and everyone always makes fun of me for it" More tears steam down his cheek. I lean over his shoulder and kiss the tears away. Jason bursts into a laugh, a pure, happy laugh. "Stop!" He laughs, half heartly pushing me away. I kiss away his tears, then lay my head on his shoulder, waiting for him to continue. "It just hurts, because I really try to be more careful, but I end up falling or getting hit over the head with something" He hiccups mid way through the sentence.

"I'm just so tired of it" He cries, voice breaking. "I'm just so tired of being injured all the fucking time" He mutters. He looks out the window. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this" His voice quivers. Oh hell no. "Hey" I caress his cheeks with both hands, and turn his head to look at me. "I love you, and love means I stick by you, through this, and through much fucking worse. So don't say that, because quote on quote dealing with you, is something I want to do. I want to know, and see every single part of you. I love you, all your injuries, all your scars, fucking everything, Do you hear me?" My voice breaks, he's not stupid, he's not dumb, he's wonderful, he's flawed, he's human, a human I don't think I can live without. Jason nods through more tears. I wipe them off with my thumb. "You're okay, you're wonderful, you're smart, you're, everything" I smile. Jason smiles through tears, laughing and crying. His eyes are blood shot, his cheeks warmed by all the tears. He lurches forward, making us both crash onto his bed. He laughs through tears and more tears, I wrestle him down on his back, kissing off the tears running down his face. He laughs, happiness almost oozing out of him. He slings his arms op around my neck. I chuckle, and lean back, gazing into his eyes. The sadness is still seeping out of his eyes, happiness slowly taking over. Okay, so I'm that bad at comforting others. I spot a half drunken bottle of water on his nightstand. I move off him, guiding him up against the wall. "Here, drink" I say. "No I'm-" "Please honey, just drink something" I coax him into drinking the rest of it. You can't cry while drinking something. He finishes off the bottle, setting it aside, sniffling slightly. I shuffle until I'm seated beside him. "What do you need from me?" I ask, laying my hand over his. "Could you hold me? Please" His voice is almost a whisper, like if he said it any louder he would shatter and ruin everything we have. "Yes, yes of course, come here"

He looks over, more tears welling in his blue eyes. I lace my fingers through his. Another tear rolls down his cheek. I reach up and wipe it away. Jason smiles, laughing slightly. He shuffles in front of me, straddling me, and resting his head on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him. Jason groans and shuffles down so he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of my neck. I'm leaned back on the wall, in a nice relaxing position. I press him tightly against me. A sudden noise startles us both, lightning, how the fuck. Why now. I look out the window, it's started raining, when did that happen. Jason slings his arms around my shoulder. "I'm here" He murmurs. "I know" I murmur, gently squeezing him. I twist my head, planting a light kiss on his ear, the only real place I can reach like this. Jason turns his head to look at me, snuggling his forehead against mine. I chuckle and snuggle my face into his. He laughs, and it's light, bright and, well him. It's everything I love about him. It's my boyfriend, every side of him. I can't help but smile. "Could we, lay down?" "Yeah, of course" We move down. He snuggles himself into me, slinging his arms around my hips. I wrap him my arms around his ribs. I turn my head, deciding to place a playful kiss on his neck. "I love you" I whisper. He shivers. "I love you too" He mutters into my skin. For a small second, he snuggles into my T-shirt, breathing in the scent to calm down. I take a deep breath, he smells of sweet summer rain. Even through it hasn't rained in weeks, maybe it's some kind of soap he uses. I press my nose into his hair, it's soft against my skin. It smells wonderful, smells like, well him. I don't know how else to describe it, it's just, Jason. My Jason. I smile into the soft strains of blonde hair. "Sorry" He sniffles. "Don't be, having bad feelings is a human thing" I snuggle into his hair

"Plus, you stay with me when I'm like this, so you deserve the same. And because I love you"

"I love you too"

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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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Falling

Spencer's still getting use to the cane. He has nothing against it but, going from walking with crutches to using a cane is, difficult. So when he takes his fourth tumble of the day, he's just about had it. Luckily, or unluckily, Hotch is there.

Spencer's pushing himself op on his elbows, waiting for the whole office to brust into laugher. But there's almost nothing, only the sound of Hotch's shoes hurrying towards him.

"Are you alright Reid?" Hotch offers him a hand op and Spencer takes it, letting Hotch pull him op. "Yeah" Hotch help Spencer to his desk, the place he was trying to reach before his fall.

"Thank you" Spencer smiles, looking around to see where his cane lost it's footing. Hotch bends down and grabs it, it's all the way by Emily's desk. Aaron hands it to Spencer and it makes Spencer blush a little

"Thank you Sir" Spencer leans the cane against his desk before silently cursing himself. His bag. He had fallen off his shoulder. Spencer goes to get back op.

"What are you doing?" Hotch asks, laying a hand on his shoulder. "My bag, it fell over"

"Oh" And suddenly Aaron's on the ground, grabbing Spencer's bag and the items that fell out from it. Aaron sets it down on Spencer's desk. "Thank you"

Spencer felt his stomach flutter, he knows Hotch is just being nice. Anyone on the team would have done the same. But that doesn't explain why Aaron gently squeezes his shoulder before returning to his office.

It sends a shiver down his spine.

A culture project

Ship : Analogical

One shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I do" Logan answers with a smlie

"Well what about that?" Virgil asks

"sure"

Relax

It's a hot night, you've been sweating all day long. You decide it best to shower, Spencer isn't going to be home for a while and there for you can hog the bathroom for as long as you want.

You step into the tub / shower comb in your shared apartment. You quick rise the sweat off your body before settling for a nice long bath. You step out, still wet. As the tub fills op behind you, grab the basket of 'everything bath' that Spencer had gotten for you for your birthday. The basket is still pilled high with special hair care for your hair type, body washes, bath salts, bath bombs, and body scrubs.

You almost laughed at him when you saw it. But he coaxed you into it, at first just the physical care products then slowly to the more pretty and relaxing stuff.

You set the basket of stuff by the tub, just where you can reach. You slip into the warm water, your phone on the counter is playing some of your favorite music. You're on your second round of conditioner when the bathroom door opens, you haven't bothered to lock it as you were alone.

"There you are" Spencer sighs in relief as you rise the conditioner from your hair. "Hey, thought you weren't gonna be home until late?" You ask, brushing a hand through your hair. Spencer dips a hand into the blue and purple water besides you. "It's 2:28 am" Spencer presses a kiss to your damp forehead.

"It is?" You ask, watching as Spencer strips off. "Yes, do you mean if i join you?"

"I'd love that"

Spencer slips in behind you. The water in the tub raising further op. "Mhmm" Spencer snuggles into your neck, pressing a few sweet kisses to your skin. "Bad case?" You ask he continues to kiss you. That seems to halt him.

"Two kids, siblings, kidnapped by the same man a hour apart. They were found barely alive in the unsub's basement....I'd rather not discuss it further"

You turn your head, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Of course" His eyes soften, and his shoulders relax. "Thank you" You share a few kisses before helping Spencer wash the day's stress away.

It's 2:58 by the time you and Spencer settle in bed together. It's dark, so you feel your way to Spencer's embrace. Spencer holds you close, gently tracing circles on your back.

You snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, your whole body feels soft and relaxed. Spencer shifts and gently pushes a leg between your thigh, you smile at this. A bath then cuddles, not a bad night.

Again?

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

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

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

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

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