Good Morning Lo

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"

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.

Bedtime struggles

Spencer borrows into your arms holding op the book he wants you to read now. You gently push it back in his arms, watching as he sucks on his pacifier, a pout growing on his sleepy face. "Baby, Mama's read you three books already. It's bedtime now" You coax, gently brushing some curls behind his ear.

Spencer begins to grow fussy, kicking his feet around under the covers and trying again to get you to read the book. It's a disney book, maybe one actual page of writing in the whole thing.

You take it, giving Spencer a firm look. "Last one, you understand? Then right to bed"

Spencer nods, a smile growing behind his pacifier as he snuggles op to you. You begin to read, slowly, hoping he'll pass out soon. You finish the book all too soon for little Spencer's liking. He blinks op at you, unhappy.

Spencer pouts so badly his mouth is almost a fully on V. "What now sweet boy? Mama read you a fourth story just like you asked..Are you uncomfy Baby?" You coo, gently stoking his hair as Spencer's mouth becomes more flat.

Spencer mumbles something you can't understand. You gently coax the pacifier from his mouth, keeping it in your hand so he can still see it, his comfort item isn't being taken away. "My jammes..Icky" he says, squirming around a bit.

"Oh....How are they icky Baby?" You ask, gently stoking his hair. You'd brought him new footy pyjamas with a space print, you'd made sure it was a soft fabric so it was comfortable but some things just get on Spencer's nerves.

"T-The foot stitches Mama, it Itches"

"Oh Baby why didn't you say so?" You get op, grabbing Spencer's older, comfortable and worn out, long pyjamas not not footie ones. You help Spencer out from the covers, undressing him and then redressing him in the known pyjamas. You kiss his forehead and he giggles. "Is that better Baby?" You coo, waiting for a response before tucking him back into bed.

He nods, eyes fluttering, struggling to stay awake. "There's my Baby" You coo, picking him op and tucking him back into bed. Spencer's gently sucking on his pacifier as you tuck him in tightly. "There we go, no more fussing now okay?"

Spencer pouts a bit but does nod again. You slip in beside him, letting the smaller boy snuggle op to you again. You were tired, so tired. Spencer lays op on you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck.

You reach a hand down, gently giving him his much beloved bum pats. He giggles, wiggling his lower half after so slightly. You continue to pat his bottom, waiting for him to fall asleep before you stop and let yourself fall asleep.

Distraction

I wake up to heavy rain crashing down outside. I smile happily to myself, I've been waiting to have another rainy day with Nico. But my plans go out the window as a lightning strike strikes down just outside. Oh well, it'll still be a rainy day. I drag my heavy body up and out of bed. Nico physically can not leave his cabin when it's thundering. So I pull on what have become my cuddle clothes, soft sweatpants, an old soft Camp Jupiter shirt and a newer camp Jupiter hoodie. I slip on my shoes but bothering to find socks. I'll be walking to the Hades cabin and not anywhere else if I can help it. With the thunder, I can't bring an umbrella. So, I have to walk in the rain. Nico won't mind through, as long as I'm not soaked to the bone. I walk out the door and onto the porch. I breath in the sweet smell of rain. It's rather foggy out and I can't see the Hades cabin anymore. I shrug and get out into the rain, starting my walk to the Hades cabin. As much as I'd like to slowly walk through the rain and soak into the feeling, Nico won't cuddle me if I'm soak through. He might be able to borrow my clothes when he's wet, I don't fit into his clothes. So, I rush to get there, both to not get too wet and get to Nico who's probably starting to get a little scared as the thunder has started to pick up. Or he's debating coming to get me. Probably not though. My guess is that he's laying curled in on himself, feeling ready to die. I get to door, but I don't bother knocking, it'll only be another sound that'll startle him.

I slip through the door that I've barely opened, I'd rather not get rain in. Nico's sitting upright in bed, jumping at every noise. "Hey" I say, yawning. I pull off my wet hoodie and toss it by the window to dry when the sun comes out. "Hi" He whispers. Oh, that bad already. I run my hand through my hair, getting the rain to settle into it. I can hear the thunder a lot clear here. I make my way to him, sitting down next to him on his bed. "Come on, we both know you need a hug" In seconds he throws himself over me and leans his head over my shoulder. I wrap my arms around my middle. "You'll be okay, I'm here" I murmur. Nico reaches his arms up and tightly holds onto my shoulders. There’s another loud bang just outside the window. Nico jumps at the sudden noise. His nails dig into the fabric of my shirt, and I squeeze him tightly. "You're okay baby" I muse, slipping a finger under his shirt to distract him. I gently slide my finger op the curve of his back. "Do you want me to distract you?" I ask. "Please" He murmurs into my neck. "Mhm, what do you need?" "Just, anything" He pleads. "Okay" I whisper, shifting him in my lap. Hands resting on his hips. I shift us both down so I'm laying on my back with him sitting above my hips.

He's also dressed in cuddle clothes, his black camp shirt and soft sweats. I tug at the waistband of the grey sweats. A cue. He moves down, getting on his hands and knees above me. I reach op, grabbing his collar. Another cue. He gets down on his elbows, his face only a couple of inches away from mine. "Mhm?" He mumbles. I lean op, lips barely touching his. He leans down, starting a sweet kiss. I keep a hand around his shirt, grabbing onto the fabric to keep him in place. I glide my other hand down into the back pocket of his sweats. A hand is shoved into my hair, gently tugging at it. I moan slightly. He jumps as there’s another roll of thunder outside. He's jumped back from me, panting with wide eyes. "Look at me, you're okay" I murmur, loosening my grip on his shirt. He shallows, sniffling a bit before he finally meets my eyes. "I'm here, there's nothing to be scared of" I say, slipping my hand out of his pocket. I rest my hand on his upper back. "I've got you" He nods, taking a deep breath. He leans in a bit, twisting his hand in my hair again. I gently guide his face back into mine. I bite into his lip, another distraction. He pulls at my hair ever so slightly.

"W-Wait" He stutters. I look op at him. "Mhm?" "My arms hurt, can we move?" He asks, face only an inch from mine. "Yeah of course" I say. Nico shifts off me and I sit op. I shuffle until I'm sitting with my legs criss crossed. Without a word, Nico sits himself in my lap. He wraps his legs around my waist and arms around my neck. "Hi" He murmurs. "Hi" I say, slinging my arms around his hips. Another loud crack of thunder rolls on outside. Nico whimpers and buries his head in my neck, resting his face on his arm. "Shh baby. I've got you" I murmur, gently tapping his hip. He shivers, the poorly insulated cabin barely keeping the heat inside. "Cold?" I ask. "Mhm" "I left my hoodie by window, should be dry" Nico gets off, gets the dry hoodie, pulls it on, and gets resettled in my lap.

"Jason?"

"Yes baby?"

"Can I keep your shirt for a bit?" He asks, voice small and doubting. The thought of Nico keeping my shirt, sleeping in it, wearing it around camp. It sends a shiver of pride down my back, knowing he would visibly be mine. "Yes, please keep it for a bit. I'd love that" I murmur, leaning op and leaving a kiss on his jaw. The thought of seeing Nico wake up in my shirt. Gods. Nico chuckles "That tickles!" He laughs. "Does it?" I ask, continuing to kiss along his jaw. "Jason!" He laughs, kicking at my back. "Mhmm!" He whines as I kiss down his sensitive neck. He wiggles around a bit. He doesn't jump or yelp as another strike of lighting hits the ground. Too distracted by my lips down his neck to notice. "Jacey!~" He murmurs, still gently kicking at my back in playful protest. "Do you want me to stop?" I hum into his skin. His fingers dig into my shirt. "Don't you dare" He chuckles, the feeling becoming normal. He hums in happiness, giving op on his thrashing. As i kiss back up his neck, he whines and his hold around my waist tightens. "Jason..." He breathes out.

"Yes baby?"

He doesn't respond

"Yes?" I repeat.

He leans his head back. A small moan slips past his lips. Oh, he's not asking me anything. He moans my name at least a dozen times as I keep kissing around his neck and collarbone. I snake a hand op under his (My) hoodie. He mumbles out a yes and I pull off him and yank the hoodie off. There's another roll of thunder outside but he doesn't notice. I've got him pretty distracted after all.

"Jason..."

"Yeah?"

"Take off my shirt"

"Happily"

I pull off his shirt and keep kissing around his collarbone, going lower with each kiss I place. He starts whining as I reach his pale chest. As I start gently biting on a sweet spot, his whining turns to panting. He's gonna kill me for all the hickeys later. But right now, all he has to say is. "Give me another, please" He begs. "You got it Sweetcheeks" I mumble. I smile into his chest, sucking on the red skin. I gently bite on it. He lets another, slightly louder moan slip passed his lips. There's a very loud lightning strike just outside the cabin. Nico whimpers at the noise, but that's it.

I glance op at him, to make sure he's okay. He's still panting, but he looks fine. "Good?" I ask, just to be completely sure. "Yeah, I'm good" "Good" I say, leaning op and placing a kiss on his lips. He grabs ahold of my neck and kisses back. I smile at his reaction and let him keep ahold of me. He shuffles the closest he can. Getting needy.

Gods, I could stay here all day. Kissing him, touching him, having him. "Jacey?" He whines, pulling off me. "Yeah?"

"Let's not leave my cabin today, if we can avoid it"

"You read my mind" I mumble before going back in and rejoining our lips. Nico's fingers tips dig into the skin of my neck. I groan at the lovely pain. Nico whines into our kiss as I gently bit into his bottom lip. He'd later be mad at me, because I'd leave a bruise on his bottom lip.

He gently presses his hips into mine. I press back, moaning at the little friction I get from the movement. Nico whimpers, pulling back in surprise. "Sorry..." He whispers, blinking to realize what he just felt. "Did it feel okay?" I ask, resting both my hands on his hips. "Yeah..." he mutters. "Enjoy it then" I say and recreate the movement. He moans again, he slaps a hand over his mouth. "Someone will hear us" He whispers.

I take his hand away. "Not with this heavy rain and thunder" I reassure. "Just, let me distract you. I know you'll like it"

"Okay, distract me then"

Okay but.....

S1 e10.

Morgan sending Reid away when he figured out who the unsub was is peak protectiveness! And then Morgan later tackling both Reid and the unsub in the same throw!

Just

"Reid, I want you to go to the house and see if the deputies have come back"

"What?"

"We need the Sheriff and the crime scene team here"

"But..."

"Reid. Do it"

And then Spencer just runs!

And then after!

"You Alright?"

"What happened?"

"Him bringing us down here was way too much of a coincidence"

"No, i got that. Did you have to tackle us both?

"You're welcome, Reid"

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"

Little time

Word count : 2,1 k

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.

I'm sorry but Morgan knocking Reid to the ground in s1 ep 6, L.D.S.K. Is just the best. Just the

'Reid'

'what?'

'Reid get down' and then Morgan just throws him to the ground!

I'm a Snek!

- Snek boi

Little one

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

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

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

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

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

"Well?" I ask.

"No Sir"