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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.

Little dabble of Spencer Reid and y/n

You were woken op by Spencer coming home late after a case. He’s stripping off for bed. He’s down to his slacks, the room only lit by the reading light on his nightstand. You let out a groan, reminding him of your presence in his bedroom. Spencer turns, his curls clear in the low light. “Hi” He greets, undoing his slacks and stepping out of them. “Hi smart boy” You smile, rolling to face him. “Come here, snuggle op please”

Spencer smiles in the low light. He crawls into bed, settling into your embrace. He turns off the lights, leaving you in darkness. “Mhm, good, it’s so good to have you home again” you mumble into Spencer’s hair. You pull your arms tighter around Spencer’s waist. Spencer’s gently grabs onto your arm. “It’s good to be home” He mumbles back. “Rough case?” You question, feeling the warm skin of his stomach and chest. He pinches your arm as he shivers at the contact. You press yourself close to him, enjoying his warmth.

“Mhm, young boys and their mothers, stangled then put in bed together in their sunday best. I’d like some sleep now” Spencer mumbles, going slack in your arms. You nod. “Of course, talk tomorrow. I love you” You press your face into the skin of his neck, leaving a kiss on his pulse point. He shivers and sighs happliy. “I love you too Darling” He whispers back to you, shifting his lower half flush against yours. “Hold me tighter?” Spencer whispers. You obey, tightening your hold. “Course. Case hit close to home?” You ask, snuggling into his neck. “Mhmm” He nods lightly before shifting his head to lay comfortable on his pillow. “Going down to see your mom in the morning?”

“Yes” Spencer answers.

“I’ll come with” You promise, letting your eyes flutter close again. “Thank you”

4 am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you learned what you needed?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good"

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.

Little time

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Pairing : Jasico (Jason x Nico)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today, is no exception.

Night night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Headache

I yawn, sitting up in bed. A splitting headache is the first thing I'm met with it. Fuck. This is gonna a rough day. I get out of bed, the ultra white walls not helping my headache. I grab my Camp Jupiter shirt, then remember that I'm at Camp half-blood, and get a Camp half-blood shirt out instead. I get dressed and head out to breakfast. I eat half heartly. Not really hungry but I force it down. I'm half asleep at my table, I almost fall into my food several times. The sun's too bright and it's annoying my eyes even more. Only now do I realize, I forgot my glasses. After breakfast I take the short way back to my cabin and get them. But the short way is still way too fucking long. I take the short cut to the arts and crafts area, the sun getting in my eyes all the way. I take the only open chair and listen to the teacher. No one bothers me about being late. The teacher bring in up a Aphrodite boy, getting him to lazy about in a round chair with a white fluffy blanket. Great, paint. This is gonna be messy. I grab a pencil and try to sketch the scene. I set down the canvas for a second, holding my head. I take a deep breath, and pick up the pencil again. Continuing to sketch for a while. I shift so I'm not getting the sun in my eye as much. I move on to the paint. I'm in a haze for the rest of class, looking up, painting, stopping, getting some water, looking up again, painting again, stopping again, and getting more water. The class ends, and my painting is finished. It looks okay, it's good, considering the state I'm in. There's paint all over my hands, so I head to sink and scrub it off. "Are you okay?" It's an Athena camper, She looks worried. "I've got a bad headache" Only after saying that, do I realize that I'm taking to Annabeth. Fucking shit man, this is really bad. "What you got after this?" She asks. "Um, I've got, um" I rub my eyes. "Wall climbing" I say finally. "Maybe you should stop by the infirmary first" She says. "No, it's only other thing I have today" I mutter.

"Oh right, you're still on half days, cause of the whole temple design thing. Just make sure you stop by the infirmary after" "I will" She gently pats my shoulder and walks away. I head of to the climbing wall, which is also too fucking far away, I just wanna go back to bed and hide from the sun. Does Apollo hate me or something, with glint of it, my headache becomes worse. This can not be normal. I just need to get through this class, and go back to bed. I should get this check out. I mean it's not the first time, but it's definitely the worst one I've had. I drag myself to the climbing wall. I'm put with the Ares kids and the Dionysus kid i can't remember the name of. As we go about class, I'm more clumsy then usual, I lose my footing, I fall, and I can't seem to focus. Chiron pulls me off to the side, halfway through class. "Is something wrong?" He asks. "Sorry, I'm off my game today, I've got a real bad headache, just looking at the sun or light makes it worse" I mutter. "I think it'd be better if you just go to the infirmary before you get seriously injured" I can't even look at him, He's standing in the sun. "Yeah, okay" i murmur and leave for the infirmary. My body's a bit heavy, it's hard to walk, my head is ponding, and I'm sweating in the summer heat. It's feels like I've been shot through my forehead. I was suppose to draw up some more temples today, but in this state, I won't be able to do anything. I think I'll have to lay with my head buried into my pillow. The Zeus cabin doesn't have curtains, so the sun just streams in though the windows. I come up on the step of the big house, stopping at a pillar, holding onto for a second to balance myself. Then push on. I'm seen by Will, who's quite concerned. "You say, the sun makes it worse?" He asks. "Mhm, the sun, any sort of noise, focusing on anything that's written" I wave my hand around a bit as I explain.

"Okay" Will says, making his voice low and soft. "I don't think that's headache, I think you might have migraines" "What?" I ask. "Um, A migraine is, i guess a more intense headache that you can't really do a lot about. You should just find a quite, and dark room to lay in" "That's all I can do?" "Sorry" He whispers. "Where I am suppose to find that, my cabin is the fucking opposite" I grunt. "I'm really sorry" Will repeats. "Would you like me to get Nico?" Will asks. I nod and Wil leaves me alone on the cot. I fell back on it and close my eyes. I haven't seen Nico all morning, seeing him now is the only real thing I want. I want his arms around me, I crave his touch, his touch wouldn't make it go away, but having him around during times like these is the only thing that makes me feel better. I wanna be held and be only with him. I throw my arm over my eyes, incasing myself in darkness. The rustling of the infirmary around me. I shuffle on my side and curl in on myself. Pain blooming out from head. It's almost like my head is made of metal that's being overheated. I'm sweating more then ever, My clothes are sticking to my skin. There are gently fingers on my hand, grazing up my wrist. I peal my eyes open, seeing Nico crouched down in front of me. "Let's get you to my cabin, that's dark and quite" He whispers to me. I mumble out a sound for yes, sitting up and getting out of the cot. Nico links my arm with his, lending me outside. He halts us just outside the door of the big house. Pulling me to the side so we wouldn't be in the way of anyone wanting to leave. He wraps his arms around me, and I relax into his touch. Letting my head drop onto his shoulder. He runs his hand up and down my back. "I'm sorry you have to through this" He whispers twisting his head and presses a light kiss on the place where my shoulder meets my neck.

I snuggle into his skin. That underworldly, pomegranate smell. He's the only one who has that smell. He pulls back from me, linking his arm with mine. I keep my eyes on the ground as he walks us to the Hades cabin. He hums lowlily as he unlocks the door, he grabs my hand and guides me into the dark cabin. It's not completely dark but darker then mine. It's not the first time he's bought me back here when I'm having a day like this. It's actually the norm when I'm having a headache- no a migraine. He sits me down on his bed, and he goes around drawing the curtains. I take off my shoes, Nico always insists on it, He's told me it's just a thing from his childhood, he says it's makes living here easier for him. I get comfortable in his bed, laying down on the right side, which had become my side. The Hades cabin is the prefect place to be on a day like this. It's a good while away from the other cabins and a fucking long while away from mine. So it's pretty quite. I've started spending the night here more often, especially on days like this. My head hurts so bad. I vaguely see Nico bend down to take off his own shoes. I relax into the soft mattress. I close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep. I hear Nico shed his jacket and lay down with me. The bed creaking a bit under his weight. I peak my eyes open a tiny bit, turning on my side. He's laying on his side too. His eyes are gently, gazing at me with love. I tug on his shirt, a small hint we've made. He shuffles over, gentle arms wrap around me. I shift down a little, laying my head in the crook of his neck. I breath in his sent, relaxing into his hold. He slips his hand under my shirt, resting his surprisingly warm hand on my lower back. I snuggle my face into the skin of his neck. The pain doesn't go away, but having Nico around is a good distraction. The soft, gentle touch's of his hands, the light brushes of his fingers.

This is the best distraction I've found so far. And a good reason to spend more time with Nico. I shift a little. A hand runs through my out grown hair. Almost petting my hair as a small consolation. I've been in this pain for about 3 or so hours now. It should be over when I wake up again. My body goes completely limp in his arms. Even through the pain, I slowly fall asleep. I open my eyes a couple of times, but they're too heavy, and they fall closed again. It only feels like a couple of seconds, but when I fully wake up, it's getting dark outside. Nico's by the door, talking in a very hushed tone with who I think might be Annabeth. I yawn and sit up, there's a very small buzz in my head. The migraine's gone, replaced by a very very slight headache. They both fall quite and look back to me. They don't say anything, but the question is still there. "I'm okay" I murmur, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Is the migraine gone?" Nico whispers. "Mhm" I mumble, pulling the covers off and almost rolling out of bed. "What time is it?" I murmur, clinging to Nico's arm. Annabeth chuckles. "6:30, dinner time" she says. I shiver a bit in the summer air. Nico slings his arm around me. "You cold?" "A bit" I say. Nico lends me his coat, which is a bit too big on him, which means it fits me perfectly. And we all head off to dinner. It's open seating, which is unusual, but I'm happy to be able to sit with Nico. Sitting at the Hades table, I'm reminded why I don't like to take naps. Because I'm tired, clumsy, and quite clingy. When Nico's like this, I think it's cute. But when I'm like this I find it weird. Nico on the other hand, finds it quite adorable. We go through the normal routine of dinner, offering food to the gods, and we sit down to eat. I eat half heartly, almost falling into my food at time, Nico catches me every time. Gently grabbing my face to steady me, eventually deciding it was better to keep an arm around my shoulders.

"You okay?" He asks. "Yeah, yeah, just tired" I mumble, setting my plate aside, and leaning into his side. Nico chuckles lightly, smiling a bit. "What?" "You slept for 6 hours Hon" He squeezes me gently. "Huh" I mumble. I does not feel like that. I smile as Nico drags me to the campfire. He's not a big fan of the sing along at the camp fire, but he knows I'm love it, So he pulls me along to find a spot to sit. We take a spot in the dark, so we can snuggle if we want. Which, of course I want. Nico's normally not a cuddler, but he doesn't stop me when I snuggle up to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. Leaning into his side. He leans over, plating a light kiss on my forehead. The pain's gone away all together. I still haven't fully woken up. Nico always says that I take a while to wake up, normally about an hour. I smile, snuggling into his neck. Looking back on tonight, I feel a slightly embarrassed about I was acting. But right now, in the moment of tonight. I'm happily sitting by Nico, cuddling into his side. He wraps an arm around my shoulder. He snuggles his head against mine, whispering. "You are being adorable" He kisses the top of my head and sits up again. I hum in agreement, shifting a bit. Nico's offered a marshmallow, he takes it, sticks it on a stick, and spins it by the fire. I'm later told that I was offered one too, but I don't recall it. I'm half asleep on the bench by beside him. At some point, some how, Nico get me to move onto his lap. It's not really a thing we do, but tonight it's okay, tonight it's just another sigh of affection that no one comments on. I would never normally do that. One, I'd be worried about crushing him, because he's smaller then me. Two, I'd be worried about what everyone around us would say. But in this state, I'm not even sure who's around us, I'm just tired and happy to be in my boyfriends lap. We should do this more.

I let myself lean back on his chest, lacing my finger with his hand, the hand that was laying on my thigh. He squeezes my hand. Nico leans his head up, resting his head on my shoulder. I vaguely see him pull the marshmallow off the stick with some crackers. It' gotten very dark, and more quite. Some people have left. I hear him eat it, almost slowly, carefully. I shift a back a little, Nico shifts a bit. He wraps an arm about my hips. Gently pulling me back, until I'm fully sat against his chest. He plants a kiss on my neck. A small, I love you. A small, you're mine. A small, I love having this with you. I make some sort of embarrassing noise. I'm almost asleep in his lap, I don't really remember the rest of the night. I smile. Nico rustles me a bit, he's asking me something. "Wha?" I yawn. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. "I think we'd better get you to bed" He chuckles. "What, no I'm fine" I mumble. Nico shift me a bit, leaning up to whisper in my ear. "Baby, it's bedtime" He places his teeth onto my ear. Ready to bite if I don't comply. I hear a small whine slip pass my lips. There a chuckle next to my ear, and he pulls back. He gently pats my thigh, and I know he wants me to move. I shuffle to my feet and he get's to his feet too. I cling to his arm as we walk back to the cabins. He's got an arm around me, holding me tightly against his side. Nico yawns and pulls me along to my cabin, which is the closest. He takes the key from around my neck and he unlocks my door. We're not suppose to have keys, but we do. He pulls me into the now dark cabin, flicking on the light. I close the door behind me. Pulling my heavy body to my bed. We both shed our clothes, stripping down to our underwear. The summer sun had baked the inside of the cabin, making it incredibly hot. We get in bed, laying on either side. Refusing to lay with a blanket because of the heat. "I love days like these" I murmur. "What? you were in pain for most of the day" He says. He turns on his side, and I turn too. "Not that, I mean, spending almost the whole day together, like this"

"I wanna have this more"

"I'd like that too"

hii! i really loved your magic bag story!! i was wondering if you could write more caregiver!Spencer with little! reader? if not no worries!! 💗

I most certainly can my friend. I've actually been looking to write some more of that. And you sparked a little idea in me.

"Baby I'm home!"

You had been home all all day, in short. You're regressed, you're needy, and you are getting close to a meltdown. You tug on the sweater you borrowed from Spencer, wishing he was home already. You throw yourself down on your play mat, the nice, comfy play mat Spencer had put op for you in the living room.

Your ear perk op as the sound of a door being unlocked filles the space. You look at the hoping, pleading for it to be Spencer and not Auntie Penny sendt to look after you because he's not going to be home for a while.

"Baby I'm home!" Spencer calls, you smile and jump op, rushing at him. "Ouf..." He takes you takes you into his arms, hoisting you op around his hip. "Do i have a clingly little princess tonight?" He asks, kissing your forehead. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist. "Oh i do?" Spencer asks, bringing you to the living room, setting you down on the couch. You nod wildly, unhappy to be set down as you grab for Spencer. "I know, i know princess" He sqeuzzes your hands before going to the kitchen.

You whine, stomping your feet on the floor. "Daddy!" You yell for him, he's home and he's just leaving you alone? That's not fair! You deserve his attention, don't you? Spencer gives you a small smile. "I'll be there in a second Baby, promise, just a second" He reasures you as he grabs something from his jacket. You look at him, now curious of just what your Daddy is getting you.

"Close your eyes, Daddy has a surprise for you"

And so you do, waiting (And bouncing) as Spencer makes his way back to the couch where you are. Something falls into your hands and Spencer caress your cheek. "Open your eyes baby"

As smile and jump to hug your Daddy. "Thank you Daddy! Thank you!" You giggle, letting go to open the op the new pacifier. Spencer chuckles, watching you with a smile. "You're welcome baby, I know I've been busy the last few days, i hope you like it" Spencer says, siting down on the couch, waiting for you to join him. You do, fumbling with the box.

You smile down at the pretty purple pacifier. You smile and kiss Spencer's cheek. "Thank you Daddy, i love it" You say, pulling it from the packaging. You look to Spencer, hoping for his approval. Spencer chuckles, pulling you into his lap. "Go on, try it for Daddy"

You pop it into your mouth, smiling brightly as start to suck on it. Spencer smiles, stoking your hair. "Such a good little girl" Spencer praises you, gently tucking some hair behind your ear. You blush, still not use to Spencer praising you.

"Ready for some cartoons Baby?"

You nod, happily sucking away at your paci. Spencer sets your play mat in front of the TV and sets you down on it with some colouring pages and crayons. Spencer sets behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder as you colour him a picture.

That picture later ends op on the fridge.

I said sit

The Seven and I are sitting at heath. Talking about how the hell we made it through that quest. We should realistically all be dead. We really should be, me especially. How did I don't spilt my head down the middle and die. How did I not get amnesia and forget what we were doing. I hit my head so mange times, like how did nothing happen to me. I snap my attention up to see who's walking over to us. Nico, my, well, not quite my boyfriend yet, but we're flirting. We're getting there. The others do know, we don't hide it. Why should we. "Nico! join us, sit sit" Percy calls. Nico stops in front of the circle, there's no room for him to sit anywhere, unless he sits on the grass. "Um" Nico utters, looking around awkwardly. He still hasn't really found his place among the seven. Which is, understandable, we did debate saving him, which was really shity of us. And extremely shity of me, considering that I'm now trying to date the dude. It brings a lot of guilt, because, I almost let him die in that jar. "Why don't you sit with Jason" Piper asks, nudging me. "What?" Nico murmurs, if you don't know him the way I do, you won't see this, but he holds his hands behind his back. A small nervous thing he does. "Yeah" I pipe up, realizing that I was supposed to say that. "Come sit with me" "What do mean sit with you?" He asks. "There's no room for me to sit" He mutters. I sigh a bit, gods, that boy does not get it. "Come sit in my lap" I say, trying to sound causal. "Yeah no" Nico says, the words slow and unsure. The others pick back up the conversion. Nico slowly makes his ways to me. He stands behind me, but I reach back and tug on his belt. There's is light blush on his cheeks. Guess I shouldn't have gone for the belt. That's kinda sexual. "Sit" I whisper to him. He stares back at me, moving my hand off him. "No" He whispers. I tug him closer by the belt, he fumbles forwards and balances himself on my shoulders.

I've pretty much exited the conversion, focusing on Nico's refusal to sit. I don't think it's such a big, it's not like he'll be sitting on my- oh wait, he will be. So what, nothing's gonna happen. We're around 6 other people. "Please" I say, batting my eyes at him, the way Piper use to do to me to get her way. It worked for her, it always tricked me. Nico sighs, and swings his legs over, getting into the inner circle. He does sit, but not properly. He's almost just sitting on my knees. I don't comment, I know it wouldn't do any good. I rejoin the conversion the best I can. But I'm distracted by Nico a lot. He's exceptionally light, almost like he's not sitting at all. And he keeps shifting his weight, like he's trying to do something, but he can't. I wrap my arms around his hips, and that's when i feel it. He's feels to light, because he's not sitting, he's hovering. I pull him back, sitting him fully in my lap. I lean up to his ear, resting my head on his shoulder to not look too suspicious. "I said sit, honey. Not hover" I murmur. He huffs out in embarrassment, but it could be confused for a sound of amusement. Probably what he was aiming for. I've got him against my chest. I lay on head in the crook of his neck, relaxing into this new feeling. It's really nice. I shift a bit under him, and I feel him tense up. I choose to ignore it, and rejoin the conversion for real this time. How did we not die, like how. The subject shifts to Nico, who's is getting quite uncomfortable with sitting in my lap. The warm press of his body against mine, isn't exactly making me uncomfortable. Well, not in the way I'd thought it'd make me uncomfortable. I'd thought, that it'd make me sweaty and get my legs to fall asleep. While I am a little sweaty, my legs aren't sleeping, my lower body is, um, happy. Let's say it like that, I think you know what I mean. Morning wood, just in the afternoon. I guess I should have known.

It's not that bad yet, just a bit. But I know he won't move, 1 : because I won't let him 2 : If I ask him nicely, he'll happily cover for me until the others go away. 3 : He's frozen up, he won't leave unless I make him. This is probably what he wanted to avoid, But hey, I bet he doesn't mind. While we're not dating, we do have, sexual experiences together. We've kissed, made out, shoved our hands own each other's pants and gotten the other off. It's not like he's never touched or seen it. He has, he's seen it, he's touched it, and he liked it. So did I. My body is not a secret that he has to ask to see. My body is his to look at, to touch, to have. My body doesn't don't hold secrets from him, it holds a warm welcome. I can't speak on Nico's behalf though. He's still rather shy about that kinda thing. I suppose it comes from being raised in the 1930s. The whole, sex was bad, and gay sex was down right 'unholy'. But we're working on it. "How you survive that?" Percy asks. "It wasn't that bad" Nico chuckles nervously. "It'd happen before, when I was younger" They others have gone silent, waiting for Nico to continue. I don't remember what Nico had said to get this reaction. I'm having a little trouble focusing. "Um, I think I was around, 10" He guesses, he folds his arms over mine. Another nervous thing he does. Reaching for his own hand to hold. I move my right arm move his, and lace my fingers with his. His hand is slightly sweaty. I squeeze it tightly. Percy makes a sort of, go on, gesture. "Um" Nico stutters on. "I just, sorta, kneed em, and wacked them on the head. Then I took what I needed, and ran away" He shrugs. The others break out in laughter. "Oh, that's so a 10 year Nico" Leo, (who's on my other side) laughs out, aiming to shove an elbow in Nico side, but he get me instead. "Ow" I yelp, untwisting my fingers from Nico's. I lightly slap the top of Leo's head. "Sorry" Leo laughs. Nico awkwardly chuckles along.

I lay my hand back over Nico's, and he twists his fingers into mine. "Oh fuck!" Piper yells out, jumping op from her seat next to me. "What?" Annabeth asks. "We're late!" She yells. Everyone else get's op in a hurry. What are we late for? I haven't been told of anything. "What's going on?" I ask, shifting Nico in my lap. "We'll explain later okay? don't worry!" Leo yells as they all sprit off. Nico goes to move, but I hold onto him. "Jason I have to-" "Honey, stay here" I insist. "I have to help them" "With what?" I ask. "Stuff" I would later find out, that said stuff, was a secret birthday party for me. Percy stops, turning around. "Nico!?" Percy gestures for him. But grab onto his hips. "Stay with me" I whine. "Sorry!" Nico yells back to him, settling back into my lap. Nico huffs in frustration. "I hate you" He mutters. "You love me" I snuggle into the crook of his neck. Nico shifts around, making me twitch. "What the fuck have you got in your pockets? It's so stiff" He shifts around even more. Sweet, innocent Nico. I pull him, getting him sat straight on me. "Sweetheart, I don't have anything in my pockets" I start. Nico shifts a little more, almost making me groan. "What?" He asks. "Baby, that's me, so be a good boy. And cover it for me, Mhm?" Nico chokes on his own spit. "Did you really have to say it like that?" "I'm only teasing you" I chuckle. Nico shoves his elbow back, hitting me in the rips. "Ow!" I yelp and jerk in pain. "That hurt" I whine. "Sorry" He mumbles, reaching back to hold my hand. I pull back for a seconds, but then I let him have it. He shift his weight, leaning forward, hovering again. "Baby, I said sit" I grunt and yank him back. "Okay" He sighs.

"I'll be good"

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