Undercover Work Gone Wrong.

A gift

I up the scissors down the light blue ribbon. I let go and it curls up just the way I wanted it to. I've wrapped the box in a white wrapping paper. It's the first birthday gift I've gotten him, It's so nerve-wracking. Will he like it? Will he find it tacky? Would he ever even wear it? Will he give it back to me? Will he understand what I wanted it to mean? I'm rambling again, aren't I? I lay down the scissors and take a deep breathe. He'll like it. He has to. I got him a hoodie, but not just an old camp hoodie. I had brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie. I cut them down the middle, and sewed one of each hoodie together. I made it as invisible as possible. I think it's okay. I also sewed the rest of it together, but I'm keeping that one. Because it's means a lot to me to, to know that I two homes, one here and one there. It's wonderful. I exhale, It'll be okay. He'll like it. there's a knock on my door and shove the box under my bed. "Come in!" I yell, walking to my dresser to look busy. The door opens, but I don't look, roaming through my clothes. "Hello Nicholas" A joking voice says. Jason. "Still not my name" I chuckle. The door clicks closed. And I shut the upper draw, let's hope he didn't see mine. I'd forgotten that I put it in my dresser. "I know" A small wind rustles through my cabin. He's happy, good. Let's hope I don't ruin it. I turn around, looking at him. "So how's my birthday boy?" I tease as he places his hands on my hips. I'm caught a little off guard and he presses his warm lips to mine. Though I quickly settle into the familiar feeling. He backs me into the dresser. My feet slip from the floor with ease and he places me atop the dresser, that is for once not messy. I let my hands rest down his hips, fingers grazing his lower back. I reach down, giving him a light tap on the butt. Light enough that he'll whine about not feeling it. I slip my hand into his back pocket.

He pulls back. Breathing a bit heavily. "Better now" He mutters. "Can more of this be my gift?" He asks, whiney boy. "But then you won't get my real gift" I say playfully. Jason sighs, he's standing right against the dresser. "Wait, you got me a gift?" His shoulders go slack. He looks really confused. Was I not suppose to get him something. "Yeah" I say, suddenly feeling very awkward sitting the dresser. I should get down. I go to move but Jason holds me fast. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously" Blood rushes to my face, I shouldn't have gotten him anything. My legs are shaky. My chest's tight. "You didn't have to do that" Jason mumbles, losing eye contact. His cheeks turn a light pink. I swing my legs over the side and slip back down. "Well I did, so here" I grab the box from under my bed and practically shoves it into his hands. He fumbles with it, almost dropping it. "Huh" He chuckles. "Thank you" He says, he hasn't even tried to open it. "Well, come on. Open it" I rush out. I hope he likes it, he has to like it. Please like it. "Okay okay" He murmurs. He gently pulls the ribbons lose, undoing it with such care. I lean on my arm on my nightstand, trying to look casual. Like, I'm not freaking out, I'm totally fine. He rips at the white paper gently, it's almost like he's never gotten a gift before. Jason sets the ribbon and paper down on my dresser, looking at the box. He looks up at me, confused. Gods, he clearly hasn't gotten a gift In years. "You, got me a box?" He asks. Weirdly enough, he doesn't sound disappointed, just confused. "No" I laugh, pushing himself op from the nightstand. I grab the scissors and slice open the tape. "It's in the box" I explain. "Oh" He laughs, and opens the box. For a couple of terrifying seconds. He doesn't react. He hates it, he can't stand it, he'll throw it out. Then his face lights up, he's grinning. He pulls the hoodie out, setting the box aside. He feels the soft fabric, then along the part where the shirts meet.

"Nico, it's, gods it's" He looks op at me, eyes so bright with joy. "It's perfect, I love it" He exclaims. "Thank you thank you thank!" Even though it's almost summer he slips the hoodie on. He crashes into me, wrapping me op in a bone crushing hug. "You're welcome" I mumble. I pat his back, a, hey let me go. He gives me one last squeeze before he let's go. "Where the hell did you even get this?" He asks. I reply without thinking. "At the camp stores" "You can get at the camp store?" He asks, snuggling his face into fabric. "Half of it yeah" I say. He cocks his head to the side. "Explain" He says, sticking his hands in the pocket. That was such a pain to sew. I chuckle "Well, I brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie, and then I cut them in half, and then I sewed together. And there you go, new hoodie. I did that, because I know you have a hard time choosing between your camp half hoodie and your camp Jupiter hoodie, and also, it's like, because they're both your home in different ways." I explain, leaning my elbow on the dresser. Jason sniffles, and I glance op in a panic. "Nico, honey. Thank you, so much" He's getting a little teary eyed. "I love it, I love it so much" He wraps me op in another hug, lifting me off my feet by accident. "Hey, it's okay" I rub my hand op by his back. "it's okay" I whisper. He chuckles, pulling back. "What you do with the rest?" He sniffles. I cringe a little. "Well, I didn't wanna throw it out, so I did the same with them" I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you have it?" He asks. "Yeah, you can have that one too if you wa-" "No" He chuckles. "No I don't want it, does it fit you?" I stop halfway through looking for the hoodie. "It fits like your clothes fit me" "Great, put it one, we'll have matching clothes" He almost giggles. I grab it out and slip it over my head. I smile at my happy boyfriend. He caresses my cheek. Leaning in for a kiss. It's short and sweet.

"That's better"

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!

Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

I have no fucking Idea what I'm doing

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too"

Sweater

you look around in your and Spencer's shared closet, runing your hand over every shirt, trying to pick a good shirt for the rainy day. It's chill out and while your appartment is heated, it's still chilly enough to need a long sleved shirt. Since your favioute sweatshirt is in the wash, you're looking for another comfortable shirt. Spencer's been called away for a missing child, so at worst, he'll be home early tomorrow, if it's good he might be home in a few hours.

You've just run your hand down your last swearer, finding the material rough and unforgiving for you today. You run a hand down over the sweater that separate your side and Spencer's side of the closet. The feeling of the soft cotton sends a shiver down your spine, that's it. That's the one you want. Spencer's dark blue, light but warm sweater. You pull the sweater off the hanger and pull it on over your t-shirt. You press your nose to the fabric, breathing in the smell of Spencer's deodorant and cologne.

You settle on te couch with a hot mug of tea. You mind wanders to the case. Spencer muttered off some details to you bofre he left this morning. A 7 year old boy went missing from a church youth program, when his mother came to get him, the program leader said his grandfather had picked him op, but the boy doesn't have a living grandarent. It's case like these that make you not want kids. You'd love to have a family with Spencer, but cases where kids go missing from safe places, they creep you out.

While you don't want the church going, white fence or classic nuclear family, you'd like a kid or two, not more then three though. The idea of a family life with Spencer, it would be tough, with his job, but you'd really love it. Life in a home with some good land and a few kids runing around outside. You sip the hot tea, bringing yourself back to your reality, there's nothing you can do to help the boy. All you can do is be there for Spencer when he comes home, to keep him ready and able to help when another boy goes missing.

You take another sip, relaxing as the liquid warms your throat and stomach, making you feel cozy and safe as you snuggle op under a blanket. You're not sure when Spencer left, it was either late last night or early this morning, it was dark out. That much you are sure of, it was dark out. You hope it's not raining where ever in the country Spencer is at the mommnet. You don't even remember if said where he was going. Does it matter though? isn't a missing kid a missing kid no matter where they are from? You finish off your mug of tea, craving for another. You drag yourself op from the couch, needing some golden goodness. As you're stirring in your milk and sugar, Spencer comes back through your front door seemingly in disstressed. You grab another cup, kowing Spencer's wil either want tea or coffee. "Hi honey" You greet, watching as Spencer drops his bag with no regard for it's safetly on the floor. "Tea?" You ask, lifting his normal coffee cup. "Yes please" He nods, sheding his shoes and jacket. You never wore shoes inside, when you told Spencer this, he insitsted he'd do it too.

"Do you-" "He wasn't alive when we got there, he was dead within the hour he was taken" Spencer sighs, joining you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry" You mumble, pouring Spencer a cup of tea. Spencer stands behind you, tucking himself close to you as he wraps his arms around you. "It's not your fault, it's the bastered who took him fault"

"i know, but still" You say, stirring a few teaspoons of sugar into the tea. Spencer's always had a sweet tooth, sweet tea and sweet coffee are a must. "Mhmm" Spencer adknowledges your statement, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I don't wanna think about it anymore, i'm home now" Spencer presses himself closer to you.

"Of course" You say, crading your neck to let him snuggle close to your skin. His breath on your neck makes you shiver, but you let him, knowing the scent of you always calms him. "Thank you" He mutters. You tap his arm and he let's go of you. You give him the hot mug, and he takes it, tugding to the cough with you following behind with your own tea. You sit down nex to Spencer, leaning into him slightly.

"Is that my sweater?" He asks, laying an arm around your shoulders. You find yourself flushing. "It may be" You say, setting your mug down on the small coffee table. "You look, wonderfull in it" Your reponse is muffled by Spencer leaning in and pressing his warm, sweet lips to yours. You lay a hand on his chest in surprise. It takes you a second to kiss back, grabbing his collar with one hand and wrapping your other arm around his neck. He pulls back a second, catching his breath. "Was this on purpose?" He heaves and you stramble to know what he's asking you.

After a momment you admit defeat. "If what is on purpose?" You ask, toying with his collar. His hand grabs at the fabric of your- his sweater. "You're wearing my sweater, you know how i feel about seeing you in my clothes" He mumbles, straddling your lap. You grin. "Remind me" You sneak a hand down to pull his shirt out from his slacks. He seizes your wrist, eyes staring straighet at the sweater you've got on. "Don't push it, just kiss me" Spencer demands

"Mhm, i don't know, you're not being very nice Spence" You tease, undoing his top button. You smile as your tone makes Spencer shiver. "Please kiss me?" He tries, shuffling closer to you, bringing your bodies together. His arms settle down around your waist. "Mhmm, i don't think so baby-" "Please! Please i need to kiss you y/n" He tugs at you harshly and you chuckle. "Oh, needy for me? You need me?" You tease. Spencer gives you his famous puppy eyes and you melt, you can't help it. "That is not fair, Spencer Reid" "You're not fair either" He pouts.

You sigh and drag him down into a firm kiss. His lips are sloppy on yours. You slide a hand around his back, pulling his shirt op from his pants anyway. His protests are muffled in you lips, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He softens in your lap, relaxing as you kiss him. You slide your hand op his back, feeling the soft skin. He whines at your touch, and pride swells in your chest. You love how he reacts to your touch. "Spence?" you mumble between kisses. "Yes?" He mumbles back, sliping a hand under your sweater to feel your skin for himself.

"It's wasn't on purpose, but the next time it will be" You mutter, firmly grabbing ahold of his shirt collar. "That's not fair" He whines, his mouth so close to yours that you can smell the sweet tea on his breath. "Tell me you don't want it then" You tease, hoisting his hips op closer to yours. "I can't" He gasps as his hips hit yours, grabbing on tightly to your waist. "Then quit complaining" You give your hips a small thrust into his, watching as he tries to not moan. "I'm sorry" He gulps, fingers digging into your skin so harshly you know you'll end op brusicing. "That's better" You praise. "Now tell me what you want"

"I, um"

"Use your words Spencer" You tease, watching as he blushes and tries to stammer out his answer. "I want to fuck you in my sweater" He confesses. You blush, not expecting this explicet answer. "Well" You huff, manuvering around to lay under him. Spencer follows, staying atop you. "You better get started then" You wrap your arms around his neck. "You are gonna kil me one day" He gulps, chuckling slightly. "Mhmm," You reach op and tug him down for your mouths to met again. You hook a leg op around him. "I might, but you'll like it i'm sure" You mutter in between kisses. "I love you" He whispers to you as he begins to kiss down your neck. "I love you too" You whisper back, sliding a hand op into his hair, tanggling your fingers in his soft curls. He undoes your pants, shuffling to get them off you and leave you in your underwear only. You reaching op, undoning his shirt and pulling it off him.

"Baby, if you don't hurry op and fuck me, i'm going to do it myself" You huff as he works to get his pants off. "Keep being a brat and i won't fuck you at all"

"Okay, okay, i'll be good"

"Good, because i'm gonna need you to you to hold on for a while" He says, slipping out from his boxers and tossing them on the floor. "What? Spencer that's not- hey!" You yelp as he lifts your hips and slips your underwear down to your knees. Spencer leans op, close to your face. "You heard me" He grunts. "I'm gonna take my time with you and you are gonna hold on until i give you permisson" Spencer muffles your answer in his lips and you stoamch twists. You know what taking his time means, it means he's gonna rail you six ways to sunday. And you can't wait.

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"

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

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"

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"

The rain

There a loud knock on my door. I whine as the sound comes again, "Come in" I yell, turning on my side, snuggling into my comforter. The light rain is tapping on the window, I'm always very sleepy and whiney when it rains. I think it might be a son of Jupiter thing. Nico comes through the door, he shakes a wet umbrella outside then sets it down by my door. He sighs as he sees me. "Why are you still in bed? It's noon" He asks, annoyance creeping at his tone. I whine, I know it's noon. But the rain is so calming, I can't get out of bed. "Are you-Oh, the rain" He chuckles. I glance op at him, he's a little wet from the rain. I shiver a little, it's not like my cabin's really cold, but it's a little chilly. Nico walks over, trying to pull the covers off me. I whine and yank it back from him. "Come on sparky, you should get op" "Look who's talking" I mumble. Nico gently shoves me. "Ha ha, get up" He sighs. "But's it's raining" I whine, grabbing for his hand like a kid. I gasp his wrist and pull him down. "Hey!" He yelps. Nico crashes down, landing over me. He lands with an arm on each side of me. "Cuddle with me" I plead. The rain outside picks op, banging against the windows. Nico props himself up in front of me. "No" He groans. He pushes himself up from my bed. "Please, it's cold and it's raining. You know how I get" Nico sighs, and glances out the window. Looking at the now very heavy rain. He jumps as there's a lightning strike. Without a word he shed's his jacket. "Do you have clothes I could borrow? I'm wet" I smile happily and point to my dresser. "Take whatever you want" I mumble. Nico hates lightning, he can not stand it, he can get very scared. So whenever it rains, and the lightning comes around, we both get what we want. I know why he get's scared of it, but, I'd rather not bring it op. I watch as Nico strips off his wet clothes, laying them down on the floor to dry.

He stands in his underwear, looking through my dresser for something dry to wear. He ends up finding an old, smaller pair of sweatpants I don't wear anymore, and a Camp Jupiter shirt that I wear when I'm over there. Just as Nico's crawling into bed with me, there's another lightning strike and he tenses up. I lay my hand on his. And he relaxes under my touch. He takes a deep breath, and lays down with me. I wrap my arms around him, and snuggle my head on the top of his. Nico shifts down and lays his head in the crook of my neck. I relax my arms down his back, he snuggles into my neck. There's another lightning strike and he tenses up again. "I got you" I murmur giving him a light squeeze. He relaxes taking a deep breath in, then out. "Yeah" He mumbles into my neck. I twist my head, smelling his slightly damp hair. It smells of fresh rain, one of the greatest smells I know. I love rain, in every way. He muses, happy to be in my arms while the storm rages on outside. I bury my nose in his hair, breathing in the wonderful scent. The pitter patter of the rain against the windows has always been a lullaby for me. When I first came here, there was something about it, it felt and still feels like home. I think it might have been from sleeping outside when I was little. Nico shifts a little, brushing his lips over my neck, I shiver at the cold contact. He kisses the spot under my jaw then relaxes, then he snuggles back into the crook of my neck. I hum, happy to have this again. I so rarely get to see this side of him, so I have to cherish it when I do get to see it. I smile to myself, I gently sneak a hand under his shirt, well my shirt, technically. But you know what I mean. I place my hand on his lower back and he sighs happily, shifting his hips a little to get more comfortable. I groan a little and squeeze him to keep him more still.

He settles on me, the lightning outside not bothering him anymore. I love this, I love having this with him. The rain outside is heavy, the wind's going wild. This is the best way to spend a day, to cuddle op in bed with my boyfriend. I shift down a little. Normally I have to beg Nico to spend the day in bed with me on a rainy day. But the second lightning starts, he jumps to join to me. It's cute, but almost sad, when I remember why, he does. Oh fuck it, you know, I know, let's just get this out there. He's scared of thunder because Zeus killed his mom with a lightning strike when he was little. And, I feel some sort of guilt for it. I've been told I shouldn't, but I do. No matter how many people tell me it wasn't my fault, I will still feel a little guilty, I know it wasn't my fault, but that hasn't changed my feelings. And that's just the reality for me, Nico's told me that I shouldn't feel guilty for it, because I wasn't born, But I can't help it. The guy's still my dad, my dad, killed his mom. And that's fucked up, it fucking is. I know that, he knows that. How am I supposed to not feel guilty for that. I swear, I'm working on that. I try to relax back into the mattress. Focusing on the nice weight of Nico on top of me. I snuggle my nose into his hair. Breath in the nice rainy smell, he'll want a shower before he leaves. He'll often tell me I smell of rain, even when it hasn't rained in weeks. There's a small mumbling, right, he talks in his sleep. Oh, He's sleeping. He fell asleep. I lean my head back, letting myself relax into the pillow. With the calming weight of my Nico, my Darling, on top of me, my eyes grow heavy. I close my eyes, I'm still sleepy, a small nap won't hurt. Everything is heavy, the rain outside is soothing, like a pat on the back. I lay under Nico for a while, tired but unable to sleep. I peak my eyes open, looking at window. When did I crack open the window. It's open on the first hook, so not even an inch, but it's cold and raining.

Lucky Nico didn't see that, he would have refused to sleep in here if I didn't close it. He normally doesn't mind open windows, but not while it's raining, then they have to be closed. My eyelids are too heavy, and they fall close again. I wake up to a loud whipping sound, I groan and look over at the window. The rain is violently crashing against my windows. Nico not on top of me anymore, maybe he's left, or he's just rolled off me, I haven't cheeked yet. There's a very loud lightning strike, and there's a whimper from my left. I look over, seeing a still asleep Nico laying in the fetal position beside me. I gently shake his shoulder, yawning. He stirs, blinking his eyes open to see me. A half asleep Nico, moves back onto me, laying his ear to my heart. I wrap my arms around him, pressing him tightly against me. I kiss the top of his head. I'm sleepy, Nico's sleepy. I guess half asleep cuddles are the plans for the rest of the day. The rain crashes down outside, it's too loud. I shift slightly, whining at the loud sounds. "Mhm?" Nico leans his head up to look at me. "It's too loud" I mumble. "Mhm" he murmurs, shifting until he's got his arms laid op by my ears. He gently presses them to my ear, quieting the noise outside. I hum happily at the damping sensation. Nico smiles at me, then snuggles into my chest. He shifts a bit. I shift a little. "Thanks" I whisper. We lay like that for a while, half asleep, snuggling, and just enjoying the rain. Well, I'm enjoying the rain, Nico's enjoying the rare hours of sleep and relaxation we get to have together. "Jacey" A sleepy Nico drums his fingers on my head. "Mhm" I murmur, blinking to keep my eyes open while he talks. "Can we do this more?" He twists his head up, looking at me. "Happily" I chuckle, leaning down to kiss him. Nico leans up, joining our lips in a happy kiss. I smile, happily gazing into his eyes. He smiles back at me, eyes droopy with sleep.

"I love our rainy days"