I Missed You

hey so like

hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is. 

I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.

I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me. 

thank you. thank you for being there. <3

The stars in your eyes

Virgil and Deceit are lying in their backyard, it's 2 AM and of course the stars are more beautiful then ever before

Virgil : Hey Dee?

Deceit : Yeah V?

Virgil : Have seen the sky

Deceit : No why, oh you want me to go outside with you?

Virgil : Yessss the stars are sooo pretty *Takes Deceit by the hand and walks out to their backyard*

Deceit : *Looking up* Wow, why don't you go get a blanket and so we can lie down and enjoy the stars?

Virgil : Great idea! *Runs in and gets the blanket*

Deceit : I love you *Kissess Virgil's check*

Virgil : *Giggles* Babee~

Deceit : *lays the blanket down under the trees in the backyard and lies down*

Virgil : *Sits down beside him*

Deceit : You know what I love about you?

Virgil : *Giggles* Nuuu~

Deceit : Well where do I begin, your rosie checks,your soft hair and pale skin,oh and of course your lovely dark violet eyes~

Virgil : I don't get what's soo special about my eyes

Deceit : their special because of what I see in them

Virgil : Well what do you see in them?

Deceit laughing : Stars silly!

Virgil bushing : Hmph~*Lies down looking at Deceit*

Deceit : *Looks at Virgil* Oh come on Babe *kissess Virgil*

Virgil : *Kissess back*

Reblog fat cat if you’re gay

Bad case

Everything's blurry, really blurry. That's all Spencer knows as he stumbles out from the club. The unsub in toe, who called himself William Dane, hand in hand. He knew this has going to happen, it's part of his MO, Spencer knew he was going to be drugged in some way. But he's what he didn't know was he was going to be drugged with more then just a roofie. He knows he's been given more then just a roofie, some kind of cocktail of drugs.

Spencer shakily grabs his sheer black jacket. It's not his, it's from then undercover closet but whatever. Spencer almost trips going out the door, but William grabs him around the waist. Spencer tries not to vomit, laughs instead, "Thanks hon" Spencer gently reaches back and pets his shoulder. "Think I've had a bit too much" He doesn't sound like himself at all, or really feel like himself. But he's pretty sure that's the point. He can vaguely hear this William say something about taking Spencer home.

Spencer giggles and drags him out on the curb side. He knows the team is around the corner, Spencer just needs to get to that alleyway, then he can get to an ER. "hey, so..." Spencer tries to roll his eyes a little sexyliy, is that word? Spencer thinks so. "My place's that way" Spencer draws the words out, nodding towards the alley. William moves Spencer the other way, Spencer can't stop him, his legs are just following him. "I know" William's voice chances as he tightly grabs onto Spencer's waist. "I really, um, get nervous at. Um, i really need to get home"

"I'm not stupid Spencer" William reaches out and grabs the tiny mic off Spencer's shirt, tossing it on the ground. His heart almost jumps out from his chest. "T-That's no-not"

"Your name is Spencer Reid not Daniel Lous, you're 27 not 25, really thought I'd believe your little fake ID?" William grabs onto him tighter and Spencer tries to push him away, at least. But it's no use, Spencer's legs refuse to work with him. "Don't fuss now, if you're lucky, you'll leave in the morning"

Spencer knows he should scold this William, the profile says that should make him back off. But the profile also says that when he's caught, he's likely to fight til his death. That would mean he would just kill Spencer in any alley nearby. That can't happen. Spencer thinks for a second. Then deicides if he's really dying tonight, he wants to know why.

"Well, just-oh" Spencer grabs onto William as they step down to cross the street. William looks to him with curiosity.

"You, said, if I'm lucky, that means there's something I could do that would turn you off enough to let me go, what is it?"

William laughs. "How do you know I meant I'd let you leave alive and not in a bag?" Spencer stumbles and almost falls over again, but he's caught before he hits the ground. William pulls him along the street. Where's the team?

"You used the the word lucky, if I'm lucky means it would be something I'd do, and not you being nice"

"If I tell you, what do I get?"

Spencer leans into him, not because he wants to, but because he needs to in order to stay on his feet. So it's a game. He's a sexual sadist, what is the best thing for a sexual sadist? His victims were tortured for hours, and the in tapes, he made them beg for it.

"I've taken an acting class or two, If you tell me what it is, i will make it feel real for you" Spencer promises, letting one of his arms go slack against his legs, gently toying with the hem of the shorts he also got from the undercover closet, turning on the back op mic / tracking thing that he insisted on having when he was sober. He made it look like he was just showing off a bit more his thigh.

"You've seen the tapes, right?" William asks, slipping a hand down to touch Spencer's ass. Normally he'd yelp, being touched in such a place. "More then I'd like to admit" Spencer bites his inner cheeks, knowing it'll make his outer cheeks a bit red.

"But they weren't listening to you, I'll listen, I'll listen real good, I can take it" Spencer continues, sticking his butt out against his hand, hoping that he shows interest he might let him go anyway.

William smiles in a sadist manner. Spencer's struck gold. "If you begin praying, I'll throw you out the window, and while it'll be painful, it won't kill you"

"I've never prayed"

Where

the

hell

is

the

team!

"Does that mean, that you have to kill me now? Because that would be sad....I might have dated you otherwise" Spencer lies through his teeth, he has and never plans to talk like this again, he feels like a child.

Suddenly, William's pushed Spencer to a wall, there's a knife at his throat. Spencer can't keep his eyes open much longer. There's only noises and touches. Morgan's yelling for William to drop the knife, another person is yelling for Spencer's attention.

It takes Spencer way longer to id the voice then it should.

Hotch, Aaron Hotchner is yelling for him.

Spencer's cold, so cold. Who wears shorts to a night club? There's a hand on his waist, forcing him to stand against the cold brick wall. It's a painful sensation, his whole body held op by one point of contact. Spencer lightly kicks at William's leg, but he doesn't even react, only threatening to kill him if the team doesn't back away.

The hand on his waist moves away for a second and Spencer's legs give out under him. He slips down the wall before William can grab him again. There's a loud bang right in front of him. William's been shot, or at least scared enough to fall onto his back.

Spencer takes a second to rub his eyes, shivering. There's a hand on his arm, a soft voice is calling to him. Spencer blinks and looks to his right. He shivers again, his whole body shaking. Hotch lays a jacket over him "Reid?" Hotch is right beside him on the ground, gently tucking the jacket over his chest and legs. Spencer opens his mouth to speak but can't manage to say anything.

Hotch turns to Morgan who's pulling this William op from the ground. "Where are the medics? We called them 10 minutes ago!" Spencer can't hear what Morgan responses with, only leaning into Hotch for warmth. Hotch is very warm, it's so nice.

An arm slips in under his knees and Spencer's not entirely sure he's doing. Then Hotch slips an arm under Spencer's and in one, way too swift move, Spencer's been hoisted off the ground and is now resting against Hotch's chest. Spencer just about manages to throw his arms around Aaron's neck. Aaron's chest still laid over Spencer's upper body. He yawns, his whole world almost gone, only hearing the sounds of sirens as he tries to sleep.

Suddenly, he's being laid down, the jacket still there to keep him warm. He can't open his eyes, it's too much work. Something is placed over his nose and mouth, a mask, an oxygen mask. Someone's holding his hand tightly, Aaron, it's Aaron. The hands are too big and rough to be Derek's or Luke's. And yet too soft to be Rossi's. It's got to be Aaron. He knows he lays there for a few mintues. The air is warmer now, and they're moving. Shit, he's in an ambulance. Is that really.....

"Spencer?" There's a hand on his face, his cheek, gently petting it. Spencer's confused, he just wants to go home now, why can't he can go home? He blinks, attempting to open his eyes. "There you are Spencer" The lady says. She's in a medic's unifrom, she's a medic. Spencer yawns, his head rolling in a circle.

"I can see you're tired but you need to stay awake"

Spencer huffs softs, it's unfair. He's done good work, he deserves to sleep. Why can't he sleep? Oh! Right! The drugs. Because of the drugs. It's not safe to pass out after being drugged with unknown drugs.

"Spencer, Spencer stay with me okay?" Why's Aaron saying that? He tries to open his eyes, it's hard, but he opens his eyes enough to see Aaron looking worried. He squeezes his hand the most he can, which isn't much. Aaron smiles slightly, eyes still filled with worry. Spencer closes his eyes again, he's so drowsy, he just wants to sleep. Maybe it's a good time for a nap. It's okay. He can sleep, he's sure he can. "Spencer!" Aaron squeezes his hand tightly. Spencer whimpers, it hurts to have his hand squeezed so tightly. "Spencer, Spencer stay awake with me? Okay? Please?"

Spencer's head is pounding, he blinks his eyes open to see he's in a hospital room. He's alone, but the room is filled with at least 7 different vases of flowers. He's had visitors. Spencer pushes himself op. He can't quite remember everything yet, he was drugged, the unsub made him, and he went to the hospital.

Should he press the call button? No, he's fine, or maybe, his throat. He needs water. Spencer slowly turn just enough to press the call button. A nurse comes and he's given water. As she hands it to him she says. "You had a lot of people worried about you kid" Spencer smiles weakly, he's sad to have worried the team but also happy that they cared.

Aaron is the first to vist him while he's awake, with a bag of snacks. Spence smiles slightly, looking down, embarrassed as he slowly remembers just much of a scare he gave the team. "Hello Hotch" Spencer says politely, siting op straight as if he was at his desk. "Don't strain yourself for my sake Reid" Hotch says, siting down in the chair by his bed, setting the bag down on Spencer's bed, right by his legs. Spencer relaxes slightly and leans back to rest against the rough hospital sheets. "Thank you"

"You, certainly gave us a big scare" Aaron say, gently petting his shoulder. Spencer smiles sadly, he really didn't wish to scare anyone "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentionally" Spencer mutters. Aaron gently squeezes his shoulder. "Of course not Reid"

Aaron spent the next 30 mintues explaining just how they solved the case while Spencer is in the hospital. They found William's hide out, all 8 bodies, and a 9th grave freshly dug that was suspose to be for yesterday's victim, Spencer.

It all makes Spencer so tired, so tired and angry to know that no matter what, he would have died if he wasn't FBI. A few mintues later, the whole team comes crashing into the room with hugs, and more 'get well' gifts. When Spencer is released, Aaron is the one to take him home, with all 7 bouquets of flowers in the back seat of Aaron's car. Spencer still kinda out of it, if he had the energy he would have argued to have thrown the flowers out. Aaron's backseat is filled with the flowers, boxes of chocolates and fruit.

Spencer's been draped with a jacket. Aaron's big, warm, dark jacket. He's not sure why he's still so tired, his last sedative was over four hours ago. Maybe all the hugs and affection wore him out more then usual. Spencer leans his head back, struggling to keep his eyes open. "You tired Reid?" Aaron asks, buckling Spencer's seatbelt for him. Spencer would blush, but he's too tired to care. Spencer hums in agreement as Aaron tucks the jacket snug around the younger man's body.

Spencer's rudely awakened when the car abruptly halts. Spencer yelps on, instincts grabbing for the celling handle to stable himself. "Sorry, Sorry!" Aaron says, gently putting the jacket back around Spencer. Aaron shakes his head at the car in front of them. "Man just, stopped in the middle of the road without warning" Aaron gently pets Spencer's shoulder. "Go back to sleep, alright? It's still gonna be a few mintues" Spencer doesn't protest, only shuting his eyes.

Spencer is gently roused as the jacket is pulled away from his body. Aaron's gently rubbing his arm to wake him, Spencer blinks his eyes open, still so tired, his eyes so gosh damn heavy. "Spencer, I've taken the gifts inside, think you can get op or do you need some help?" Aaron asks sweetly, unbuckling Spencer's seatbelt. Does Spencer look tired? He feels tired. He can't get op, he's too tired. Spencer leans his head to the side.

Then Spencer's being carried, his boss, is carrying him inside. It's strange but nice. Spencer rests his head on his warm chest, the fabric of Aaron's shirt is soft against his cheek. Spencer's back hits the soft sheets of his own bed, it's so nice to be home again. Spencer whines as Aaron undoes his tie and vest. "Shhh, just relax" Aaron shushes. Spencer squirms as he's undressed. More out of instinct then anything else. Aaron continues to shush him the way you would a fussy child.

"Shush, Spencer, quite down now, you're tired"

Spencer lays as still as possible as Aaron redresses him in soft clothes, he doesn't bother opening his eyes. Why would he? He trusts Aaron to not mess with him. New, non-sweaty socks are slipped onto his feet. Spencer blinks his eyes open for a few seconds. Aaron's standing above him, tucking him in. "Go back to Sleep Reid, you need it"

Spencer closes his eyes, a kiss is pressed to his forehead. "Sleep tight, I'll be by in the morning" Aaron whispers. Morning? It's already night? How much as he slept in the last few days? The world gets darker, Aaron's drawn the curtains. So it's not quite so late. Spencer's body is so heavy, very heavy. Another kiss is pressed to his forehead, a hand runs over his hair lovingly.

"Goodnight Spence, I'm so happy you're alright"

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"

Pain

You were done, everything was hurting and you just wanted to go the fuck home. The first thing you did, was tell Hotch, who immediately send you and Spencer home, as you are in no condition to drive. Spencer had packed your things for you, telling you to just relax the best you can. He bent down, helping you put on compression socks, it didn't always help, but you're hoping it'll work today.

"Are you sure you don't have any painkillers with you?"

"Yes Spencer for the millionth time i use the last one!" You yell, you didn't mean to, but you're just so irritated. Spencer gives you the look, and your shoulder shrugs sag. "I'm sorry, I just....No, I don't have any more pain meds left and it's getting really bed" You explain as Spencer helps you into a soft par of slippers.

"I'll stop by the pharmacy on our way back and you can see if you can get some sleep?"

You smile, he's too sweet to you sometimes. "Thank you" You brush a hand over his hair.

Spencer help you to the car with a blanket and a pillow, it's about 9pm and while you are tired, the pain is making you restless. When you finally get more painkillers, it makes the pain dull, but not go away, now your whole body just aching instead. So Spencer does what Spencer does best.

He makes you comfortable.

He feeds you all the food and drinks you can think of, makes all the stops you need to get out and stretch, and when you finally fall asleep, he drives carefully.

Spencer doesn't wake you op when you arrive home. You blink your eyes open as Spencer tucks you into bed. Your body still aches but the drowsiness outweighs it and you fall asleep again. Spencer tucks himself in behind you, careful to not make your pain worse by cuddling you.

You guide his arms to places it doesn't hurt too badly and the two of you fall asleep.

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"

Undercover work gone wrong.

Spencer had never been a disobedient agent. Followed almost every order he'd been given, so when Aaron was told he and Spencer were going undercover as a troublesome couple in a kink club and that Spencer was supposed to be a bratty submissive. It just didn't sit right. Until they got there, then Aaron had to fight to ugre to yank on the younger man's hair every five seconds and tell him to behave.

As Aaron pulls him along to a booth Spencer struggleds and whines playfully. Aaron fights the ugre to smack him, god Spencer's infuriating. Aaron pulls the man down on his lap, yanking his head down to Aaron's mouth by the roots of his hair. "You are just begging for some disciples aren't you?" Aaron growls in his ear, making Spencer pout and turn around to face him. Spencer looks down at his boss with big puppy eyes. Play into it Aaron, this is just pretend. Aaron gives me a stern look, it doesn't deter the young agent.

Spencer shifts on his lap, tugging on Aaron's collar. "Oh come on Sir, i'm not begging...yet" That pushes Aaron over the edge. He doesn't even think about it, just rears his hand back and gives Spencer's behind a good smack. "Ouf!" Spencer yelps in surprise and jerks at the pain. The pout on his face grows real. "That hurt" Spencer complains, laying his head down in the crook of Aaron's neck. Aaron sighs and wraps his arms around him. "Sorry" he whispers to the distressed man. Spencer leans close to his ear, his breath sending a shiver down Aaron's spine. "Does that mean i'm doing good?"

Aaron's blindsided. Spencer's not disstressed at all, he's fine. Spencer's not even a tiny bit worked op? All Aaron wants to do it smack him again. "Yes" He hears himself say to Spencer. "You're really, doing good"

Spencer smiles with pride, a naughty, bratty smile before dashing by form the booth and making a run for it. For the second time tonight. Aaron huffs and gets op, not bothering to shout this time, simply walking away him, he'll tired out eventually and Aaron can grab him and scold him. Maybe give him another smack. Hell maybe he really should take him to the spanking room. Spencer's slows as he turns down a hallway, Aaron grabs his wrist and in one swift move. without much thought. Throws the agent over his shoulder, despite Spencer's lusty protests, and gives his bottom a quick smack. "Hey!" Spencer yelps, in still a hell of a bratty tone.

Aaron sits the bratty Spencer down on a wooden chair. "You are digging yourself into a hole you can only get out of with a spoon, so you'll either fix your attitude or get spanked" Aaron doesn't realise just how serious he sounds, he sounds mad, and like he's actually going to spank Spencer. Aaron isn't going on. At least he shouldn't. Spencer's eyes grow wide and the pout disappears, replaced by a wobbly lip. When the first tear falls, Aaron knows he's hit something far too personal. it sends his caregiver instincts into overdrive.

Scooping Spencer op in his arms he's already shushing him and rubing his back, hoping to soothe him. "Shhh, it's alright baby, it's alright, i'm sorry" Aaron rubs his back soothingly and Spencer's tears keep coming. Aaron wants to break character so badly, to ask if Spencer is really upset, to ask what he did to upset him, and if Aaron can fix it or if they need to call it off.

Aaron pats Spencer's back and gently bounces him, it's more instinct then logic. Aaron's use to bouncing a crying baby, not a cry 25 year old. "You wanna go home Baby?" Spencer nods and Aaron calls it right then and there. They're done. It's over. Aaron doesn't even set Spencer down before they get outside of the building. Spencer's still in tears and Aaron feels like he's tried everything.

"I'm sorry baby" Aaron says softly as he sets him down on his feet. Spencer sniffles and wipes his eyes, Aaron isn't use if he's still acting as Spencer tucks himself into Aaron's chest. He takes him into his arms, rubbing his back as they wait for the back-up car to come. "I didn't mean to hurt you" Aaron says softly, Spencer's arms tighen around his middle. "It's okay..." Spencer's voice is weak. He's actually feeling hurt, okay. It's not fake. Aaron holds his colleague close, more friend then colleague. "What happend Honey?" He asks, continuning to gently rub his back, hoping to calm down the younger man. Spencer sniffles and the words pour out like a waterfall.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry i was really trying to do it right but then i just got really scared all when you got so mad and it just made me feel all childlike and small and bad and and and...."

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay, breath. I'm not mad. I'm not gonna hurt you Honey" Aaron pats his back, rocking him from side to side gently. Aaron takes him through a breathing exercise and Spencer calms down enough to stop crying. When the car finally comes they pile into the backseat, Aaron sits in the middle to be close to the still vulnerable man.

Spencer tucks himself into Aaron and he takes him into his arms. "It's okay, i promise. We'll get you home"

"Don't leave me alone" Spencer whispers into his skin. Aaron's response is not thought over, it doesn't matter. "I won't, I'll come with you" Spencer relaxes into Aaron.

As they come to Spencer's apartment, Aaron follows him inside. It's a comfy, cozy place for sure. Spencer tosses his shoes on the floor and Aaron straightens them by the door before taking off his own. Spencer clings to Aaron, and he picks him op. Which only makes Spencer cling closer, Aaron doesn't mind. It's nice to comfort him. To get to comfort him. "I got you" Aaron reasures him, gently rubbing his back.

Aaron tucks him into bed, about to head for the couch when Spencer whines and reaches for him. He chuckles, but gives in. Climbing into bed with Spencer, the younger man snuggles op to him.

Aaron sighs contently as Spencer snuggles op onto of him.

Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

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