Gingersnaps12941297 Posted November 12, 2018 Author Share Posted November 12, 2018 #7 - Stuffy Spencer sighed breathily, hand wavering in front of his face as his nose began to tickle once again. He pivoted away from the evidence board, looking up into the ceiling light of the conference room for a few seconds. Reid’s lips parted slightly, eyelashes fluttering as he tried to accelerate the persistent tickle. Breath hitching quietly and eyes snapping shut, the young doctor ducked into his elbow just as Emily walked into the room. “Reid?” ”heh’kngxt! -eh... hh’ngxx!” Spencer sniffled, scrunching his nose up and feeling his cheeks flush slightly. “Bless you, bless you. Did you get anything from the- another one?” Emily interrupted herself mid sentence, watching Reid nod quickly through the sneezy expression glazing his features. “hn’gkt! hmp’sch!” Spencer’s shoulders shook twice in quick succession, sinuses still buzzing with the tickle as he pinched his nose shut and his head bobbed into his chest with another stifled pair. “h’gxt!! gh’xt!-uhh..” “Bless you, Reid. You feeling ok?” Spencer nodded, sniffling wetly as he relinquished his grip on his nose. “Thangk you,” he said softly, voice laced with congestion. He sniffled again, sighing lightly and parting his lips to breathe around his stuffy nose. “Did you get anything from the geographical profile?” Emily repeated, eyes still piercingly trained on the younger. “Umb, yeh,” Reid turned to the large map behind him. “I’ve established a radius of where the Unsub is likely to live based on the pat-hhh! pattern of the dump sites and ...huh... ‘scuse mbe- h’nnt! Uh...” he crushed the sneeze between his thumb and forefinger, scrunching his nose up in irritation. “Bless you,” Emily studied Reid worriedly. “h’ng!!-uhh.. thangk you.” Spencer sniffled harshly, eliciting a soft irritated cough as he tried to drag air through his nose. “Sorry, excuse me,” Reid turned away from Prentiss, pulling a slightly crumpled tissue from his pocket and blowing his nose gently. Link to comment
AngelEyes Posted November 13, 2018 Share Posted November 13, 2018 Mmmmm. This is lovely! Link to comment
caramelfuzz Posted November 13, 2018 Share Posted November 13, 2018 Oh my gosh I love these so much!!!! Thanks for writing them!!!! ❤️ Link to comment
Seeker Posted November 13, 2018 Share Posted November 13, 2018 Ooh...that "umb" just always gets me lovely! Link to comment
zen Posted November 18, 2018 Share Posted November 18, 2018 so glad to see an update ❤️ this was so cute ;—; ❤️ Link to comment
Gingersnaps12941297 Posted November 25, 2018 Author Share Posted November 25, 2018 #8 - Feverish Sunlight is spilling through the curtains as Derek stirs, hot and sticky under a mountain of blankets but otherwise peaceful. He wakes slowly, lifting his head from the pillow to get a glimpse at the digital clock. 8:47 Derek yawns, looking down at the man curled into his chest and immediately finding the source of the uncomfortable heat. Spencer is like a furnace in his arms, skin excessively hot to the touch and face pale and sweaty, yet he’s still shivering against Derek’s chest. Derek frowns. He strokes a hand through Spencer’s hair, moving the damp strands from his forehead. “Hey, Spence,” he says softly, continuing to run his fingers over Spencer’s scalp in attempt to rouse the younger man. “Wake up, kid.” Reid moans, curling further into Derek’s chest as he stirs. He reaches a fist up to rub his eyes, face schrunched up in discomfort. “Hey, you’ve got a pretty good fever there,” Derek says quietly when he finally catches a flash of hazel through Spencer’s long eyelashes. Spencer whimpers, pawing half-consciously at his nose and snuffling against Derek’s chest. He takes in a quivering breath, snapping a hand to his face and pinching his nose shut out of habit. “nXgt! h’nxsh!” Derek feels Spencer's shoulders shuddering under the arm he has wrapped around him, as the younger’s head bobs softly into Derek’s chest with the stifled double. “Bless you,” Derek says softly. Spencer sniffles, clearing his throat uncomfortably and shifting to face Derek with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. “Think I might be a little sick,” he murmurs. “Mm, you’re burning up, Pretty Boy,” Derek slowly rubs his fingers between Spencer’s shoulder blades, keeping his shivering frame pulled close. “You want some water?” Reid starts to nod, but his breath catches in his throat. He quickly tucks his face into his chest, pulling his T-shirt over his mouth and nose. “esch!uh -eksht!!” Spencer sighs heavily, nose still tickling and eyelashes fluttering. He pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger, this time more prepared, and lets his head gently bob forwards into Derek’s chest. “hnnxt! ..h’nxt!shiew...” The sneezes make his sinuses ache, and he closes his eyes in exhaustion, sniffling softly into the back of his wrist. “Bless you, sneezy,” Derek mutters fondly, reaching over to his nightstand to grab a glass of water and the tissue box. He uncurls his arm from around Spencer, eliciting a soft whimper and a shiver, and pushes himself up against the headboard. Spencer shakily follows him into an upright position, snuggling back into Derek’s side and accepting a few sips of water from the glass. He takes a tissue, nose still tingling. “shiew!” The sneeze is sudden, impossibly soft and whispery, yet it still causes Reid’s head to jerk forwards towards his lap. He suppresses the next as a silent shudder into his tissue, eyes watery as he quietly blows his nose. “Bless you, kid,” Derek presses a kiss to the crown of Spencer’s hair. “Can I go and draw you up a bath?” Spencer nods, pulling the sheets tighter around his aching body. “Thank you.” Link to comment
Sneezy123 Posted December 18, 2018 Share Posted December 18, 2018 This is RIDICULOUSLY CUTE. I continuously thirst for Reid x Morgan fics. My heart is happy. pls PLS continue. You’re an amazing writer Link to comment
Gingersnaps12941297 Posted May 18, 2019 Author Share Posted May 18, 2019 Sorry about the radio silence! 😅 #9 - Flushed Spencer sniffled wearily, sipping at his coffee and staring at the array of evidence splayed out on the table in front of him. They were in a small town in Arizona, working a case from hell involving murdered children. It was winter and not particularly warm as far as the South went, but Reid felt hot and uncomfortable, the beginnings of a headache settling in behind his eyes. “Hey kid, you find anything?” Derek rested a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, causing him to flinch half a mile off his seat. He hadn’t even heard Derek coming. “Uhh, no. Not yet,” Spencer said quietly, voice scratchy. He squinted at the files in front of him, vision blurred with what he assumed was a fever. Spencer rubbed a finger under his nose, sniffling lightly and swallowing back a cough. Crouching down beside the table so he can get a better look at Spencer, Derek immediately moves his hand from the younger man’s shoulder to his forehead, palm facing upwards. “You’ve got yourself a fever there, Pretty Boy. Your cheeks are all flushed.” Reid gently swats Derek’s hand away, rubbing at his ticklish nose with a knuckle. His breath hitches imperceptibility as he fails to squash the tickle, and Spencer tilts his head towards the ceiling light for a second or so. His nose twitches affirmatively and Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face in his elbow with another unsteady breath. “hh’isch!! -knsch!” Spencer sighs tiredly, sniffling wetly and rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sleeve-covered hand, as if to hide his face. ”Bless you,” Derek says softly. Noticing Spencer still looks like he needs to sneeze, judging by his twitching nose and knitted eyebrows, the older man quickly grabs a tissue from the box on the counter, handing it to a still sniffling Reid. “Thank you,” Spencer breathes out, chest fluttering with shallow breaths as he struggles with the tickle. He holds the tissue over his face, eyes slipping closed as his lungs take two hitching breaths. “ih’tschh!hih!... kishu!isch! hp’shh!” The soft fit isn’t successful in clearing the tickle, and Spencer pinches his nose shut as he feels more sneezes coming on, tissue-clad hand clamped to his nose as his head bobs forwards. “hnxt!-xgt!xgh! h’ngx’shiew! Oh... ‘scuse mbe,” Spencer sniffles congestedly, keeping the tissue held under his nose and rubbing his fingertips into his closed eyelid with his free hand. “Bless you, buddy.” Derek pulls out the chair adjacent to Reid. “Why didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well?” Spencer sniffled a couple more times. “I didn’d feel this bad until the last 43 mbinutes or so,” he says softly, looking pitifully at Derek with glassy eyes and fever flushed cheeks. Derek snorts. “Come on, go sit on that couch and I’ll make you some tea whilst we wait for the others to get back.” Link to comment
Seeker Posted May 19, 2019 Share Posted May 19, 2019 These are so, so good. I'm glad you are back! 19 hours ago, Gingersnaps12941297 said: Spencer sniffled a couple more times. “I didn’d feel this bad until the last 43 mbinutes or so,” he says softly, looking pitifully at Derek with glassy eyes and fever flushed cheeks. I particularly loved this bit Link to comment
zen Posted May 21, 2019 Share Posted May 21, 2019 ahhhhh so glad to see you’ve updated!! this was absolutely adorable 😍 Link to comment
Gingersnaps12941297 Posted June 17, 2019 Author Share Posted June 17, 2019 #10 - Anticipation Spencer took in a tiny shuddering breath, bringing a hand up to hover over his face as a tickle blossomed in his sinuses. He squinted up at the screen, trying to concentrate on the briefing as his eyelids fought to flutter shut. The bright light was enough to send his nostrils flaring and Reid quickly pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger, shoulders shuddering as his head bobbed subtly towards his chest with a completely silent sneeze. He barely gave a sigh of relief before his breath caught again, this time squeezing his eyes shut and directing a quiet stifle into a cupped hand. “h’xgh!” “Bless you,” murmured Hotch from the seat next to him. A pair of sneezes from Reid was not an uncommon thing, especially this early in the morning. “ngx’ch!” Or three, for that matter. “Bless you again.” Reid sniffled, rubbing a hand across his face. “Thank you,” he said quietly, tuning into the last part of Rossi and Morgan’s thankfully uninterrupted conversation. “We could be looking at two unsubs,” he offered. “How so?” Derek questioned. Reid’s nose twitched as the tickle emerged again, but he nonetheless persevered with his explanation. “There are five dump sites, but two distinct comfort zones.” Spencer paused, rubbing a finger under his nose as his breath hitched undetectably. “And the messages, they also— I’m gonna sneeze...” Reid quickly tucked his face into his cardigan sleeve, angling himself away from the table and deftly stifling a pair of sneezes to almost silence, one on top of the other. “h’kxg!-n’xt!” He flushed slightly at the chorus of ‘bless you’s from Hotch, Morgan and JJ, sniffling and pawing at his persistently ticklish nose. “Sorry, excuse me. There are conflicts in the notes left with the victims.” Link to comment
Sneezy123 Posted September 5, 2019 Share Posted September 5, 2019 I absolutely love this still! I can’t wait to read more. Link to comment
Avocados Posted December 1, 2019 Share Posted December 1, 2019 These are amazing! Please continue! Link to comment
2SHY222 Posted December 27, 2019 Share Posted December 27, 2019 How am I just finding this 😱. Reid is my absolute favorite! These are amazing Link to comment
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