Relax

Good night

Spencer and y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, of course Dear"

"Good night Spence"

"Good night"

Last night? (Virgil x Deceit)

In the living room

Virgil : I wasn't that drunk last night

Deceit : you slapped me

Virgil : I-i did? I'm so sor-

Deceit laughing : N-no no you didn't let me finish *still laughing his ass off* when I tried to get you in your pj's so you could sleep, you yelled "I Have a boyfriend!", then slapped me and then for the next 20 minutes you kept on falling asleep in your clothes until I said I was your boyfriend and then, you finally let me change you into your pj's

Virgil completely red : I-i *hugs his Boyfriend aka Deceit * Thanks for putting up with me last night

Deceit : don't sweat it I'm probably just as annoying when I'm drunk *pats Virgil's head Softly*

Virgil laughing a little bit : yeah you can be a pain sometimes

Deceit : Yeah but I know one thing

Virgil : what?

Deceit : that I'm keeping you, forever

Roman in the kitchen : the hell?

Chewelry

Luke knows he saw Reid putting something in his mouth, at first he thought it was a breath mint, but what mints come in a round blue container? None.

They've been together for a few months and well Luke is aware of Spencer's, special behaviour, and the fact that he has an autism assessment in a week. On the next Wednesday. Luke tries his best to susport him and what he needs but it's hard when Spencer won't tell him because he's embarrassed.

Luke get's in the drives seat, glancing and hoping to spot the blue thing. "Ready to head back to the office?"

"Actually, would you mind dropping me at the metro?" Spencer cutches his bag close to himself. Luke's demeanor takes a dive. "Of course Spence, are you sick?"

"No..." Spencer mumbles, rocking back and forth slightly

"Hey, tell me what's wrong" Luke coaxes gently, locking the car so they won't be bothered. Spencer whimpers a bit, bouncing his leg. "I just...need to go home"

"I can drive you home, why would you wanna take the metro?"

"I just, need to be alone"

"Spencer, anything you need to do to feel better, you can do around me" Luke promises. Spencer bounces his leg a bit more, looking uneasy. "Promise?" Spencer grabs for Luke's hand and Luke gives it to him to hold. "Promise Spence" Luke says again, gently squeezing his hand.

Spencer pulls out a chewable necklace and begins to chew. Luke does his best to not react, only starting the car to take Spencer home. Sure it's, unusual. But if it helps, then it helps and that's all that matters. Plus, it's harmless, and a lot of Spencer's other self soothing isn't. Spencer's leg is bouncing restlessly as Luke drives. That in is self is not uncommon, but the fact he isn't rocking, not even slightly, is very different. So the, chew thing, is helping.

"How long have you kept that from me?" Luke tries to stop the question, but it comes out anyway. "A month and fourteen days.." Spencer admits, looking down, the chewable necklace still in his mouth.

"And what just is it cariño?" Luke asks gently, turning down the street to Spencer's apartment. Spencer doesn't answer right away, and Luke doesn't press, maybe he's gone non-verbal again.

"C-chewelry"

"What?"

Spencer whimpers and Luke squeezes lightly his hand "I'm not mad, just confused, i don't know what that is..... Do you need some quite?" Luke half whispers as they drive into Spencer's parking space, the parking space that is basically Luke's now. Spencer makes a light humming noise that Luke takes as a yes. So he shuts op. Helping Spencer out of the car isn't always easy, as his body sometimes just freezes op for hours. Luke smiles as Spencer gets out without a tug or a little reassurance. He simply follows Spencer op into his apartment.

By the time Spencer's gotten into more comfortable clothes and his body feels like his own again, Luke's made his bed op for him to rest. "Come on" Luke gently takes Spencer's arm, leading him into bed. Luke's sure he's worn out by now and while he sometimes thinks he's treating him like a child, Spencer's ever protested to the princess treatment. Spencer slips into bed, the chewelry still tucked away in his mouth. Luke would have thought he'd have given it op by now, but he's doesn't mind. It's actually pretty cute.

Spencer's eyes are half closed, Luke still has no clue why or how Spencer got overwhelmed today, but does it really matter? He'll ask him tomorrow. For now, Luke tucks himself in behind Spencer, holding the extremely tired man in his arms.

I'm okay

I run through the forest, my feet burning under me. My heart's pounding in my ears. My chest's tight, too tight, I can't breath. I stumble and fall over a fallen tree. I rush to my feet, stumbling on until through the dark forest I see the light of camp half-blood. The taste of blood is on my tongue, shit did I knock out a tooth or something. I swing on a tree and book it for the big house. Help, I need help. I yell for something, someone, I don't remember what exactly, but I yell out, it's loud, I'm being loud. People come rush out from all over. An Apollo camper, Will maybe, makes me sit on the front steps. He stuffs some paper under my nose. It was bleeding, that was the blood. "Jason, you're okay" He props my leg up, through all the adrenaline I haven't noticed that I had ripped my knee up pretty badly. I must look pretty shaken, because Will counts me through my breathing. There's chaos all around, campers running into the forest, the campers that had been with me, running out, injured and scared shitless. Some are tended to as soon as they run out, some are led into the Infirmary. Will wraps a bandage around my knee, securing it in place by wrapping it a bit down, and a bit up. Clipping down together with something I don't know. I take the paper away from my nose. "Nico, where's Nico?" I shallow down the lump in my throat, Nico, Nico was there, where is he. "I'm sure he's fine, just stay here" Will takes my other leg in his hand. Somehow I scuffed up my ankle. "No, He, He was with us" I heave. "Where is he?" "Shit" Will says, starring up at me wide eye. "He was with you?" "Yes, yes was I not-"

"There you are!" Nico crashes down next to me, he throws his shaking arms around me. "Oh thank fuck you're okay" He pulls back, leaning on shaky arms. He grabs my chin. "Did you fall? Are you okay? what happened? What's-" "Easy" I grab his hand. Will's called away, he runs off to help. "I'm okay" I breath. I'm shaking, it's hard to breath. "Can you breath? How are you? What wrong? What-" I shush him, gribbing his hand tight. "I'm okay" I whispers, breathless. I unlace our hands with shaking fingers, I press his hand to my heart. "See, I'm okay" His eyes are wide with fear. The light of the lamp by the door to the big house, is the only light. People are rushing by us, but we don't move. No, we can't move. The world is in chaos around us, but it's doesn't matter, nothing else matters, as long as Nico's okay, then I'm okay. The blood drips through the bandage, it's dripping down my leg, why did I wear shorts. "You're hurt" He cries out, completely out of breath. "I'll be okay" I whisper, heaving through my open mouth. Will runs back to us. He undoes the bandage and gives me something to hold over the cuts until it stops bleeding. He tries to take a look at Nico but he flat out refuses. "No, No I'm fine. Go" "Just let him have a look" I insist. Nico gives in at my persistence. He's a little scuffed up, but nothing's bleeding, he's okay, so Will runs along to help others. Nico's okay. He's safe, right here with me. My heart rate slowly down as the chaos slowly becomes, well, more organized chaos. It's still wild, but the Apollo campers have a hand on it. They know what they're doing. I hope. After a lot of reassurance I get Nico to let his hand drop from my chest. Instead he takes the hand I'm not using to stop the blood from getting everywhere. He squeezes my hand tightly. I squeeze back. He's not leaving my side again. How did that even happened, we were carefully. We did everything we were supposed to do. He leans into my side. Resting his tired head against my shoulder.

"You almost scared me to death back there, what were you thinking?" His voice is low in the moon light, almost like he doesn't want the people around us to hear him, which wouldn't surprise me. What I did was stupid, I could have gotten myself killed. "I wasn't" I admit, I wasn't thinking, I just needed keep the others safe, keep him safe. So I called after the monster, taunting it, then I ran, leading it away from the others. Away from Nico. I wasn't gonna lose another person, I wasn't gonna let my first, and maybe only boyfriend die before me. "You're an idiot" He says, shoving his shoulder against mine, making us swing for a second before I balance us out. "I know, I'm sorry" I mumble, my legs are heavy, my feet burning. "You could have died" "You could have died too" I shoot back. Nico huffs, and leans up. For a second I think he's going for my ear, to whisper some kind of theat. But he stops before that, planting a light kiss on my cheek. Blood rushes to my face, he's never, oh, fuck. "At least you're my idiot" He murmurs. I blush at his words, thanking Diana he can't see me all that well because of the moonlight. "Yeah" I mutter. Gods, that was a way to end this disastrous trip to the forest. Nico chuckles lightly, careful to not break the mood between us. "Your idiot" I repeat. I move the cloth off my knee, it's drenched in blood. Nico calls over another Apollo kid who cleans it for me and set on a bandage just as Will did. Expect that, now is the time where you suppose to put it on, when the bleeding has stopped, but I know Will was busy, so he jus needed it to hold for a while, while he helped others. I'm told to keep it clean, and to stop by the Infirmary until it's healed. I nod along, not caring one bit, Nico's okay, so I'll be okay too. Suddenly, the horn is blown, it is dinner time? We all gather up at the mess hall we're told to sit where we want, We sit at the closest table, the Zeus table, Nico sits on my left. Mr. D gives some sort announcement, but I can't follow, my heart still hasn't completely returned to normal.

We're given dinner, and there's a silence over the mess hall. Even while eating, Nico refuses to let go of my hand. I don't think I want him too. He finishes before me, instead of leaving, he leaning into my side, squeezing my hand. I squeeze back. Glancing over, I spot Nico's tired eyes, It's not late at all. But I get it, after such a big adrenaline rush, you can get really tired. He gives a small smile. I smile back. We'll be okay, we have to be. And that's why we're gonna be okay. Plus, we have each other. I have him, that's all I need. They call for the camp fire, But I hold Nico's gaze, the answer is already there. We sneak off to the green, to the Hades cabin, that's the closest from here. We sink to the floor just beyond the closed door. Lost in each other's arms, in the soft, gentle touches. It could have been over tonight, it could all have ended. I could have lost him, I could have lost my own life. But we have to move on, so we collect ourselves and get off the floor. Through tears and laughter, we stumble onto his bed. I take a good look at his tear stained face. The face I can't live without. The guy I can't live without. The worried has seeped of his eyes, replaced by relief. We're in the clear for now. I hope we can stay in the clear for a while. But that's pure luck. I caress his cheek, hold him close, I never wanna let go. But I do, shifting back against the wall. Nico follows, sitting himself in my lap, resting his head on my shoulder. "You really scared me" He mutters. "I know" I mumble back, wrapping my arms around his middle. "Promise you won't do that again" He pleads. "You know I can't do that" I whisper. Nico leans back to look in my eyes. He slings his arms around my neck.

"Promise me that you'll try, please"

"I promise"

Bed?

Nico and I are sitting by the campfire. Nico came home from a trip to underworld earlier today, so me, being clingy. I'm don't want him to leave my side. Nico's sitting on my left, half asleep, leaning his head on my shoulder. I've got an arm around him, keeping him from falling. He's tired, but want to see the campfire, so here we are. We had a nap together when he had been cleared by the Infirmary, specifically so he wouldn't be tired. But he's had a long day, long week. I've told him that he can go to bed, and that I happily walk him back to his cabin. But he refused, wanting to stay at the campfire until curfew. He clings to my arm. Struggling to keep his eyes open. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk you back to your cabin?" "Yes I'm sure" Nico mumbles, resting his face against my bare arm. He's leaning on me, trying to stay awake. It's a late summer night, and it's getting dark out. I smile at the state he's in. He's just a small sleepy boy. My small sleepy boy. I mean, he's a lot more, but right now, he's just a sleepy boy. I almost jump as something hits my legs. I look down, and breathe a sigh of relief. It's just Nico's legs. He shifts closer, half way on my lap. I chuckle. I slide my arm down, holding onto his hips, I move an almost asleep Nico fully in my lap. Mostly to keep him from falling, and to keep close. On a normal day, he would never let me do this, but when he's really tired, he just doesn't care. He hums some happy sound and slings his arms around my neck. He peaks his eyes open a tiny bit, he cracks a gently smile and snuggles into the skin of my neck. Will offers me a marshmallow on a stick, I smile and take it. Nico whines, shifting a bit. I bring my arm by and hold around his waist. "Tired boy" I coo, I rest a thumb under his shirt, feeling the warm skin. I spin the marshmallow around the fire. Slowly roasting it. I shift back a little, pulling Nico further up on my lap. He's sitting sideways.

Nico whines, shifting until he's straddling me, arms loosely wrapped around my hips, Sticking his legs out behind me, and snuggles his face into my neck. "Well good day to you" I murmur. "Screw off" "Hey" I playfully tap his back, and he gently pushes against me. I have to put a hand back to keep from falling backwards and off the bench. I chuckle to myself and pull the marshmallow back from the fire to not burn it. Will passes me some crackers I didn't ask for but I use then anyway, I eat maybe about half of it, before the taste goes sour. I've never been a big fan of marshmallows but they're okay. I gently poke Nico. "Do you want the rest?" I ask as he pulls back from my neck to look at me. He pulls an arm away from me. "Sure" He yawns taking it from me. He eats slowly, he's very tried. He finishes it off, tucking his head back into my neck. He shifts a tiny bit. "Are you sure you don't wanna go to bed?" I ask again. "Yes I'm sure" He whispers. He's getting a little heavy in my lap, but it's a good weight. Calming, almost. He's keeping me here, but not in a I'm trapped kinda way. In a, grounding way. Like I'm really here. I'm happy to just have him here in my lap. He never wants to sit with me like this, but when sleepy, he does pretty much anything I want him too. I'm getting a bit broad. A half asleep Nico gently kisses around he places his can reach from where he's resting his head. "That tickles" I yawn. He's trying to keep himself awake. I smile and pat his back. He muffles some words into my neck. "I know" I think is what he said. He snuggles into my neck, yawning against my skin. The warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. If we stay here for much longer, then I'm gonna end op falling asleep too. I shift a bit under him and he whines, gently biting into the skin of my skin. I hold back a small gasp. Fucking, oh gods why now.

I pat the lowest part I can, it's almost his ass. A small warning, a hey no, I'm tired and you're tired. He goes quiet after that, and for a little bit of time. I think I've made him mad. But then there's a snoring by my ear. Great, finally bedtime for us both. I shift, testing to see if my feet are awake. The are, So I slowly get to my feet. Getting an arm under him to carry him. Nico mumbles but doesn't move. I jump a little, Getting Nico to lean into me. Will laughs at me, but it's light, and happy. "Don't drop him" He chuckles. I groan. "I'll try" I say. A few people stare at us as I carry him away from the campfire. I'll just take him back to my cabin. That's easier. It's a lot harder to carry someone who's sleeping, because they don't balance themselves. Luckily I don't drop him. As I reach the door of my cabin, I can't open it normally, I would drop him if I tried. So I turn my back to the door, and press down the handle with my elbow. It flies open and I stumble back, I catch myself before I land flat on my back. Nico continues snoring on my shoulder. He's cute when he's asleep. I lay him down on my bed, gently. He holds onto my neck, whining in his sleep. I hush him, slowly tugging his arms off my neck. I step away and close the door. I find clothes for him to wear, If I leave him in his clothes, he'll stink tomorrow, and If I leave him in his underwear he'll be a little mad. So I get him a shirt to sleep in. "Jacey?" He mumbles out. Oh fuck did I wake him op. An almost asleep Nico is sitting op in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Yes baby?" I say, making my way back to him. I gently guide his own, smokey T-shirt off. "Why are we here?" "Because" I'm cut off by a yawn. "You fell asleep, and I'm tired" I yawn again. slipping the shirt on him. He sits there, he doesn't say another word as I work his belt and pants off. I strip off my own clothes as Nico get's comfortable in my bed.

More like our bed. It's become our bed, we have our own sides, Nico sleeps on the left, and I sleep on the right. I lay down with him, kicking the blanket off the bed, because it's hot. Nico shivers for some reason, right, a tired Nico is a cold Nico. He pulls at my arm in the dark. Whining for something. "Yeah?" I murmur. "Cuddle?" He pleads, his voice is so low and whiney. How the hell do I say no to that. I shuffle close to Nico. "Of course" I mumble back. He shifts over to me, tucking himself into my body. I smile, wrapping my arms around him. I snuggle my nose into his hair. It's smells of smoke, so pretty normal for a night like this. He happily sighs into my chest, it sends a shudder down my spine. I can't help but chuckle. "Good night Honey" I murmur. "Night night" He mumbles. We lay for a bit, cuddling. Nico falls asleep so quickly, snoring. I hold back a small laugh, he's so cute. I kiss the op of his head. "I love you" I say. I still can't say it to him when he's awake. It's the first time I've ever dared to utter it aloud. "I love you too" He mutters back to me. He's sleeping, he has to be sleeping. He leans op to my lips, placing a light kiss on my lips. He gives me a half asleep smirk, then resettles in bed and falls asleep in seconds. Fuck, did that really happen. That really happened. I both want him to remember it, and I wish for nothing more then that he doesn't. I stay awake for hours after, unable to get my heart to stop racing.

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Wrong

I'm standing by the strawberry fields, watching over campers as they pick strawberries. I've been picked to watch over them and to keep track of how mange they are picked and to pack them to be sold. We just started, so I'm waiting for now. But when the baskets start come, the camper should have counted them, but if they're not sure, then I have to recount them. Which means I have to count every basket. And that also means I'm in charge of everybody. Which, kinda sucks, but it's alright. The first one gets here, and I sit down and start to count. Fifty strawberries pr. packet. And a is basket is around two hundred give or take. This one two hundred specifically. So I pack them into four boxes. This goes on for a while, I slowly get behind by one basket. I'm getting a little confused, I haven't seen Jason yet. He never just drops it and walks off. We've been at it for a while, and I'm getting a bit worried. He never takes this long. Soon enough he goes get here but he's unusually quiet. "Hey" I mumble not brothering to look op because I can't afford to slowly down right now. "Hey..." He mumbles back and he gently tumbles the strawberries out into the big box that holds the strawberries while I sort through them. Somethings wrong. He tries to leave, but I reach op and grab his hand. "Are you okay?" I ask. "I'm fine" He sigh. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, just tired" He shakes my hand off and I let him. He walks off and I return to the strawberries that are piled high. The way the camp does this, is that one person watches over the rest of the campers while they pick the strawberries, and when all the strawberries are picked, the rest of the campers help pack the rest of the strawberries. Every three campers have a section to pick, and when they finish it, they help out with the packing. It's the way it's always been done. I go about packing more boxes and setting them in the tuck.

I hum along to the sweet summer tune that is being played from somewhere. I slowly get more and more behind, but it doesn't matter, they'll get packed eventually. A lot more people come by. But Jason's late again. I look over the fields, I hear laughter from Jason's section. Guess he's just having a lot of fun. That's good, he's been having trouble making friends here. It's nice to see him getting along with others. I think he might be the one joking around, because I don't hear him laughing. I guess I won't comment on it, he needs friends. More strawberries keep coming and I pick op the pace. Then Jason finally comes by again. And the second I see him, angry rushes through me. What the actual fuck. "What? what's wrong?" I grab his hand the second he's dropped the strawberries. "Nothing" He sniffles. Tears are running down his face, his are eyes red, and he keeps sniffling. "Jason, tell me what happened, now" I demand, squeezing his hand. He sighs and wipes his eyes. "The guys I'm with, keep making fun of me" he mumbles. Oh fuck no. That ain't happing while I'm here. "What on earth for?" I ask, rising from my chair. I step closer to him, but not touching anywhere else. "Being bi, being with you, just, being there" He sniffles, wiping away more tears. "Who?" "Nico please don't-" "Who?" I repeat. He sighs "Parker and Liam" those fucking assholes. I'm might kill em. I wanna kill em. "Why don't you, go over, and join Will's group he's in group 5, and I'll deal with them. Alright?" I say. Jason nods and shallows. I lean op and place a light kiss on his cheek. I send him over to Will, making sure that's he's out of ear shot. "Parker! Liam! Come here right now!" I yell, I almost go red in the face. I'm fucking fuming, I stand and wait for them to get op here. Watching as the pile strawberries slowly grows. They are in for quiet the earful with me. Since I'm in charge here, I decide what happens to them.

As they finally get op here to me. They're both looking rather sheepish. Almost scared. So, I lure them in with a smile, something they know, I don't really do. "What's so funny?" I ask, luring them in with a seemingly normal question. "Oh nothing, are we being too slow?" I think it's Parker who asks. Yeah, it's Parker, he's taller. "That too. Nothing? doesn't quite make sense" I say, slowly letting them see what I'm getting at. I watch on in amusement as fear flashes across their faces. They know why they're here. "So it's nothing to pick on my boyfriend?" I muse. A few people here pick on me too, but they stop the second I start talking. And for some reason, these two seem to think, they can pick on Jason, and I won't say anything about. Wrong bubby, fucking wrong. You mess with him, I mess with you. "We were kidding around" Liam chuckles nervously. I focus on him, staring directly into his eyes. "Do I look I'm kidding around?" I ask. They both fall quiet. "DO I?" I demand. "No" Parker says, holding back a chuckle. I take a deep breath, they want a reaction, fine I'll give them a reaction. "Oh, am I being funny now?" I ask, coldly. "Shut your goddamn mouth" Liam bursts out. They both start laughing at me. Wrong reaction. "Well, look like you're having too much fun. Sit down. Parker left side by the tuck, Liam right side by the box" I point to the chairs. They both fall quiet again, staring at me in disbelief. "Are you serious?" Parker asks, the blood draining from his face. "I will drag you to that chair, that's how serious I am. Sit your dumb asses down right now" The quietly take their respective seats. I set a pile of boxes by each of them. "Since you can't be nice, you'll sit here, in silence, and pack the strawberries" I say, picking op the crat and setting in the middle of the table. "I won't be helping, so get to work" They sit and stare at me for a second. "Now!" I snout, crossing my arms.

They rush to it. I stand there, watching. As they pack, I count them, I'm not going easy. Parker's about to wrap it op a packet when I reach over and stop him. "You got it wrong, recount them" I say, and smack the packet on the side and the strawberries roll across the table. Parker stares op at me again, anger and fear both clear in his eyes. "I said, recount them. Now" I scowl. Liam got the first one right. At least that one can count. As Liam goes to the second one, He screws op. I pull it away and dump them out. "You're off by more than 10, can you not count?" "I c-can" He mumbles. "Then get it right" I grunt. I don't think it's that hard, but a lot of people mess op under pressure. These two especial. More people come by, Will, Grover, Meg and of course the Stoll brothers. I don't see Jason, but Will's there more often now. Probably coming with Jason's. Understandable so, he doesn't like when I make a scene on his behalf. (Even though he does it all the time) I stand there, watching. Soon enough a group is finished, Grover's group. "Would you mind finishing theirs? they can't seem to play nice" It's not really a question, they have to go where I need them. So, they agree and head off to their part of the field. I' not sure if I should make them do it all alone, or let the others help. I knock over the packet Parker's sitting with. "Wrong, recount" I say. Parker's gone red in the face, realizing that I'm not kidding around. I'll happily have them here all evening. Liam's going more slowly and getting the right amount. The next group to finish, is Will's. Jason is standing at the back of group, not wanting to look at them, or maybe he doesn't wanna look at me. I think for a second. "You're free to either help the other or leave" I say. "Don't you want help with packing them?" Will asks. "No, No I don't. They'll be fine" I grunt. The rest of group go to leave, but I stop Jason. They owe him an apology.

"I think you two owe him quite an apology" I say, gasping Jason's hand tightly. I can hear him breathing, I normally can't. I know he only wants to run off and let these two mind themselves. But that's not how I work with people with this. They glance op, both mumbling a quick sorry. Jason nods and goes to leave but I hold him fast. "That is not an apology, speak op and look at him" I demand. Liam looks op. "I'm sorry Jason, it wasn't okay, I wasn't thinking about it" Liam mutters. "Thanks" Jason murmurs, shifting until he's standing flush against my side. "You weren't thinking" "I wasn't thinking" Liam repeats. "Parker?" I ask. "You got something to say?" I press. Parker looks op at me. Focusing on me instead of him. "Sorry, I was wrong" He says. "Don't talk to him, talk to me" Jason grumbles. I hold back a smile. There's he is, good. Parker focuses on Jason "I'm sorry, I was wrong" Parker repeats. "Thanks" Jason answers. I let go of his hand, signaling that he can go. Before he does, he grabs my jaw. Plating a kiss on my cheek. A small, I might look cross with you, but I'm not. He walks off, leaving me with them. I'll see him later. I smile, I guess it's rather curl of me, to be enjoying this. But I grew op with a lot of people like them, and now I have to do something about. So I have to, for the other people who grew op with people like this and couldn't go anything about it. I'm ready to stir op some trouble. They go about packing more packets. I slap a wrongly counted box out of Parker's hand. "Come on now! Get it right" I grunt. "It's 50, not 45 or 54. 50" I say. Parker sighs and starts counting again. The Stoll brothers come by with their groups last basket. "Alright" I wave them. "We don't have to help?" "No, we're good, go ahead and leave" I mutter, keeping my eyes on boys packing the strawberries. The run off with wide smiles on their faces. It's not often he get out of packing the strawberries.

The longer we go on. I start banging on table to let them know they strewed op. If they're one off, I bang my fit on the able on their side. More people drop off their last strawberries, and I get them to leave, which all of them are overjoyed to hear. We stand there for hours. They complain and ask how I can do this. But I stand firm. They're doing this, and I wil not weaver. Chiron stops by, waiting to see what's going on. I explain and he leaves them to me. Only telling me to get them back before curfew. Two hours before curfew, they finish. They're moaning and groaning as the I send the tuck off. I get a late dinner, normally you don't get dinner if you don't make it. But if it's because you're in charge of something for them, you get late dinner. I eat then head back to my cabin. I wanted to see Jason, to hold him, but it's too late. So I just decide to head to bed. I yawn, opening the door. I close it without looking, then blink my eyes open. I jump back, throwing the door back open behind me. My heart races, I can't see properly. I slap my hand over the light switch, the light flicking to life. "Easy, it's just me" It's Jason. He's sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I shiver and close the door. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I heave and close the door behind me again. "I wanted to give you a little thank you for sticking op for me" Jason makes his way to me very quickly, slinging his arms around my middle. "It's alright, you don't-" Jason cuts me off with the press of his lips on mine. I muffle a surprised noise into his lips. I freeze op my arms out like I was going to grab something. My mouth falls open slackly, more surprise then invitation. I slowly place my hands on his hip, relaxing into the familiar feeling. He pulls back, smiling. "Have to do anything..." I finish. I smile. We tumble into bed, we get undressed and cuddle op in bed. As Jason snuggles into my hair, he whispers. "You didn't have to do that" I wrap my arms around his hips. "Yes I did" I whisper back in the darkness. I pull him closer, resting my head against his chest. "You didn't" he kisses the top of my head. I shuffle until I can see his face. "Yes, I did. I love" I murmur, leaning in and closer a light kiss on his lips. "I love you two"

"But you didn't have to"

"Shut op I'm too tired to argue"

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.