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Good morning Lo

"Morning Lo, How'd you sleep" Virgil ask knowing that Logan didn't really sleep, "Aright I guess, why?" Logan answers without thinking "Well just because you don't come to bed last night" Logan realizes that 'oh fuck Virgil and I were suppose to talk about something important to him last night when I fell asleep at my desk' Logan's heart sinks seeing how Virgil is looking at him "Logan you okay? 'Virgil looks sad, as he speaks "Oh yes of course" Logan looks down at his feet, he is still wearing his clothes from yesterday, Virgil backs Logan in to a corner "Logan, Really I'm not mad" Virgil throws his arm on wall by Logan "are you sure V?" Logan mutters with a hand over his mouth "Of course not"

Virgil being a bit taller than Logan, picks him up bridal style. Logan go's red as Virgil kisses his forehead. "Logan sunshine, I ned you to listen now okay" Virgil says seriously. Logan nods with a worried look. Virgil starts walking to their bedroom, and continues talking "Logan you rember that I wanted to talk to you about something important to me last night?" Virgil asks sadly, "Yeah?....." Logan mutters looking away to hide his bight red face.

Virgil sits Logan down on their bed and undresses him, he puts him in a T-shirt. They both laid down, and Virgil holds him close to his chest

"This was what it was about, I worried about you sunshine..... Please let me help"

"I need you to tell me when something is wrong or if something is stressing you out, Okay?"

"I'l try.... I'l try"

Rain

You wake to a soft tapping sound against the windows. You glance to the slightly open bedroom window, you never liked sleeping with the windows open but Spencer has reasured you countless times that having a slightly open window on the 6th floor of a building was a 0,000085 percent of any violent crime.

There's rain pelting the windows, sending a chill through your bedroom. You snuggle in close to Spencer's neck, pressing yourself flush in behind him.

Spencer makes a small purring sound, the cutest sound he makes when he wakes op. You press a small kiss to his neck, shushing him gently, hoping to not derail the rare night of good sleep he is getting.

"Don't shush me" Spencer half groans, shifting against you. "Why are you op?" He asks, fingers grazing you arm. You sigh, you really didn't want to wake him, but Spencer is and will always be a light sleeper. You nuzzle close to his neck.

"Just the rain, sleep"

"The rain?" Spencer questions with a yawn as he reaches down and tugs the covers op to your necks. "Mmm, sound, temp. Just sleep"

Spencer relaxes into your grip, and soon enough he's back asleep. The rain has always been a comforting sound for you. But not at night, at night any rain, soft or harsh wakes you and may keep you awake for hours if you let it.

Spencer shifts, snoring lightly. You remind yourself that you too rarely get a good night's sleep and close your eyes. To help yourself fall asleep, you go back to an old favorite trick. You slowly slip an am away from Spencer.

You feel around your nightstand, feeling the familiar texture of your earplugs. You pop them in and wrap your arm back around Spencer. You cuddle close, burying your head in the crook of his neck and getting a leg back between Spencer's. While that started as something Spencer asked for, it's become something you do out of habit. It's a nice touch for you both.

It takes only a few seconds for you to fall asleep behind Spencer.

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.

If your sad and you know it clap your hands

-Virgil

Spencer get's drugged and Aaron takes him home

Spencer knew that drink tasted funny. He shouldn't have drunken it- he really shouldn't have taken a drink from the unsub at all! But, that's undercover work for you. As Spencer stumbles back to his desk, he knows he can't take the metro home alone tonight, it wouldn't be safe. He tries to pack his things, but his fingers won't move or grab the things properly.

"Reid?" It's Hotch, standing by the side of desk. Hotch wasn't with him on the undercover mission and is therefore in his normal work suit, which makes Spencer feel very out of place in his skinny jeans and tank top. Going undercover as a young bisexual man in a gay club known for drugs and hook-ops means you need a certainly look. "Mhmm?" Spencer muses and attempts to grab his book from the desk. Hotch takes it and puts it in Spencer's bag.

"I've been made aware you've likely been drugged"

"Likely, huh. Mhm. I have" Spencer throws his head back on the last word and regrets it instantly as the bright lights blind him and he jerks his head down to the floor. "Reid?" Hotch asks, placing a hand on the younger man's lower back. "Mhmm?" Spencer glances to the older man, confused as all hell as to why his boss is touching him. "Is there someone to take you home?"

"Noooo, well, no. No." Spencer shakes his head, trying to hike his bag onto his shoulder. "N- But, but, there's, couch, in the room, Garcia stayed in, the-"

"Absolutely not Spencer" Hotch half scolds, making Spencer pout in the middle of the office. He'd normally never make such a face but, the drugs are making him all loopy. "I, why not? I can't, I'm not in a state to..." Spencer falters, he's not sure what he was trying to say. "I'll take you home, alright? There's no reason you should stay here or make your own way home"

Spencer whines lightly, feeling his knees go weak. "Don't you need to get, home to Jack?" Hotch's face is blurry mess, Spencer can't see, he tries to think of what drug would make me feel like this, but he's mind is a mess and he doesn't understand anything. "Jack can wait the 13 extra mintues it takes for me to drop you off" Hotch grabs the bag that was hanging off Spencer's elbow. "13 mintues? how you know that?"

"How i know how long it takes? I've driven you home before, when you were in protective custody, I was the one to take you home" Hotch explains, gently turning Reid around to the way of the door. "Jacket" Spencer protests, sloppy on his feet. Hotch glances to him, confused. "My jacket, I'm cold"

"Um" Hotch glances around "You didn't have a jacket to work tonight Reid" Hotch says, Spencer pouts, he's so cold, how do people go clubbing in tank tops and not get cold. Spencer throws an arm over Hotch's shoulder's for some more stability. "Okay...." Spencer mutters, stumbling along with Aaron. Spencer struggles to walk with him to the elevator. Like his feet are pointing outwards and not straight out like normal.

Aaron sets him against the elevator wall and Spencer grabs the handle with both hands, the world suddenly spinning. "Reid?" Aaron's looking down to him, trying to help him stand op a bit straighter. Aaron's hands are under his armpits, what's he doing? His feet stumble back and he's back in the corner of the elevator. "Reid can you hear me?"

Spencer can't get his head to nod and just hums instead. "Okay, let's just get you home" Aaron says. Spencer hums, trying to move Hotch's hands but he fails, it's too hard.

"I know it's an unpleasant touch but I don't want you falling" Aaron says. Spencer groans, he's so tired, so dizzy, so confused. He just wants to go to bed. He needs sleep "Wow, Reid, Reid!" Spencer's leaning against Hotch now, Hotch's got arm around him. Spencer let's his head rest on Aaron's shoulder, he can't make himself move, his body is too slack. "Spencer, are you alright?"

Spencer lazily paws at Hotch's chest, leaning against him for stability "Ah..huh" He tries to nod but his head goes in a circle. Aaron moves Spencer's hands to hold around his neck. "Hold on okay? Tight" Aaron says as Spencer's fingers curl around his neck. Spencer hums as Aaron grabs his legs and swings him op in his arms. Spencer feels the cold rush his skin as he's carried outside.

Aaron sets Spencer down in the passenger's seat of Hotch's car. Something soft is draped over him, his bag is set in his lap and some hair is tucked behind his ear. "Spence?" "Mhmm" He hums. "Are you alright to be home alone?" Aaron asks, getting in the drivers side.

His words come out in a mumble. "need, have, to" The car starts and Spencer feels himself fade a bit, he's so damn tired. "Um, well. you could stay with me if you don't feel safe being alone"

"Nah...no" Spencer shakes his head. "Fine" He leans his head back. "I'm fine" Spencer mumbles. Spencer sleeps through the ride. He's frazzled when Aaron's moving him again. He clings to Aaron's neck as he's lifted from the seat. "Mhmm" "Just relax Sweetie" Aaron reasures, pushing the door shut with his hip. Spencer doesn't even question the nickname, he barely notices it at all, only tucking his head into Aaron's shoulder.

Aaron brings him inside, Spencer doesn't know if he slipped Aaron a key to his place or if he just found it in his bag. He doesn't care. Spencer's back meets the soft sheets of his bed. His shoes are slipped off, socks and then a blanket is laid over him. Spencer blinks as Aaron tucks him into bed. "Mhmm, thank Hotch" Spencer mutters softly.

"Get some rest okay?" Aaron brushes some more hair behind Spencer's ears. Spencer tries to nod, but needs op nodding his eyes instead of his head. "Call me in the morning, alright? I need to know you're okay" Hotch says, gently caressing Spencer's cheek.

"Mhmm"

Spencer wakes op to the sun shining through his window, he glances to his nightstand, there's a tall glass of water by his phone. He picks the glass op, downing the whole thing in one go. He sets it down again, noticing the small piece of paper laid down by his phone.

You promised to call me when you woke op

-Aaron Hotchner

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.

what a lovely night

waring : food mentioned, kissing

Ship : intruanalogical (Virgil,Logan and Remus)

To almost everyone in logan’s class he’s just the nerd in the back.

But when the new student from Itay called Virgil came in and sat beside him like they knew him, people started to spread rumours. 

The rumours went away the second Virgil picked their first fight, with Logan’s bully of cousre. He had been teassing Logan about their rumoured relationship. 

Everyone expected for Virgil to just willingly go to the office, but what happend was far from it. 

Virgil cussed out the vice principal and pulled Logan away by his upper arm, but Logan didn’t resist he went with Virgil without complaint 

The next day Logan came in alone, truns out Virgil was suspended for a week.

when they came back a week later, they sat down like nothing happend no one spreads rumours about them anymore. 

Untill Remus showed up and tried to teasse Logan infront of Virgil. That was Remus’s first mistake. 

Virgil picked over a 1000 fights with Remus therefor they all 3 end up in detention together, and slowly they become “friends”.’

Now let me show you a typical day for them now 

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Logan closes his locker and turns to Remus “Have you seen V? Their class ended 10 minutes ago” He says worryingly 

“clam down Lo, they probably just got pulled aside like aways” Remus says putting a hand on Logan’s shounder. 

The bell rang again and Remus was right, Virgil walks out books in hand, “Sorry for the wait, miss jackson pulled me aside again”  Virgil mumbles opening their locker and putting their books in. 

“Again what’d you do this time?” Logan questions  “i corrected her in front of the class” Virgil laughs 

“Jesus V you get in more touble then the nerd” 

“of course i do Mi amor, i’m the shcool rookie, the controversial foreign exchange student” Virgil jokes

 “stop being silly you two, we have a moive to see in” Logan checks his watch “20 minutes or so. So go home and drop off your bags” Logan says walking off

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Remus throws his soda in the trash “well that was disappointing” Logan says sipping his soda, “Yeah” Remus and Virgil says in unison 

“Virgil didn’t you say that there is a carnival downtown?” Remus asks taking Virgil’s and Logan’s hands 

“there is”  Virgil anwers “Wanna go?” Logan ask squeezing Virgil's hand 

“Sure i didn’t see why not”  

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Virgil holds on to the octopus plushie Logan had won. While Remus and Logan went on the ferris wheel. 

They both loved the ferris wheel, Virgil doesn’t like the fact that it stops so much so they passed 

Virgil likes the experience just not the rides. The ride ends, Remus and Logan come out. 

Virgil gave Logan his octopus plushie back, he hugs it to his chest 

‘god he’s cute’  They both stare at Logan in awe 

the dark green octopus plushie stands out like a sore thumb against his blue button up “V?” Logan asks lovingly 

“Yeah?” Virgil questions “you good?” Remus asks taking Virgil’s hand, “yeah i just spaced out why?”  V asks taking Logan’s hand 

“you just looked out of it i guess” Logan mumbles leading his head on Virgil’s shoulder  

“your really cute right now Lo” Virgil says squeezing Logan’s hand, Logan blushs as they all begin walk. “What next?” Remus asks practically buzzing with excitement

 ”fun house maybe” Logan says sleeply “i’m getting a little tried can we head home after” 

“of course lovebug” Remus says settling into a calm walking pace, they others follow suit.

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As the car comes to a stops Logan looks over at Virgil “See you at shcool”  Virgil says kissing Logans forehead.

Remus leads forward “see ya” Virgil mumbles kissing Remus on his forehead

Virgil gets out of the car and waves as they walk to they door 

Logan drove Remus home, and went home. The octopus phushie still in his lap 

That sure was a lovely night

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

Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

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.