#ler!jennifer jareau

[kt-the-lee]

A Moment Of Silly - a Criminal Minds Tickle Fic

hello my lovely community! it has been brought to my attention that there is a serious lack of Criminal Minds tickle fic, so i thought i would rectify this situation! i actually wrote this one a few months ago and i legitimately just forgot to post it, but honestly i have no idea why because think it's my favourite ticfic I've ever written and i am still very proud of it :D

A/N: this was initially just meant to be a lee!hotch fic at first - but i couldn't NOT write a bit of lee!reid because THAT MEAN NEEDS TO BE WRECKED AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY OKAY I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

Word Count: 3678

Lees: Aaron Hotchner (mainly) and Spencer Reid (i couldn't resist)

Lers: Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid

The jet was mostly silent as the team settled into hour 2 of their 5 hour flight. Hotch slept across two seats with Derek also deep in slumber across from him. Spencer and Emily were completely engrossed in an intense round of chess, complete with glares and sighs as they routinely outsmarted each other. JJ had tucked herself in a corner, going over some requests for the BAU and quietly ranking them in importance in her brain.

This comfortable silence did not last, however, as a low giggle filled the plane. Everyone conscious whipped their heads around, making confused eye contact and trying to decipher who the hell had just made that noise.

“Spence, that MUST’VE been you,” said JJ, not entirely sounding sure herself on her own conclusion.

“Nuh uh, I’m sat opposite him!” said Emily. “He didn’t make a sound!”

“Maybe it was a ghost!” grinned Spencer. “I’ve had a growing theory that this jet is haunted, and this just proves-“

He was cut off by the giggle again, but this time the three awake were conscious enough to trace the sound back to its origin. The origin being a fast asleep, brunette man with a grin etched upon his face in his slumber.

The three couldn’t help but giggle in return, trying to stifle their volume so as to not awaken their fellow sleeping agents, but this was becoming all the more difficult as their own giggles mixing with Hotch’s unconscious chuckles led them into a moment of pure silly.

“Y’know what,” pondered Emily as she managed to compose herself from her giggles. “I don’t actually think I’ve heard Hotch genuinely laugh before. That might just be because I haven’t known him as long as you guys, but I do think that’s the closest I’ve heard.”

Spencer and JJ locked eyes, both thinking back on the time they’d known Hotch. They both thought long and hard, trying to sift through memories of mirth in the BAU and trying to recall whether Hotch shared in their joy. They both came to the same conclusion.

“I haven’t actually heard him properly laugh before either.” said JJ, a hint of sadness to her voice.

“Well, there could be plenty of reasons for this!” said Spencer, emitting a groan from the others as they felt an infodump coming. “Laughter is inherently vulnerable, and Hotch tries to keep a shield up as much as he can. As well as this, laughter is a purely social activity, proven in the fact that you are 40x more likely to laugh when in a social setti-HEHEHEY!”

Spencer’s infodump was cut short as he felt Emily reach under the table and squeeze the muscles above his knee a few times. His knee shot up, trying desperately to curl and wriggle away but the table above his legs entirely blocked him from doing so. Instead, all he managed to achieve was knocking over the entire chessboard.

“Now THAT was uncalled for!” protested Spencer, still giggling.

“I think it was fully called for!” chuckled Emily, giving his knee another squeeze for good measure. It was then that JJ had a lightbulb moment, the idea growing on her face in the form of a devious grin so obvious that both Spencer and Emily enquired to what was going on in her brain.

“I think I have an idea on how to hear more of Hotch’s laugh!” grinned JJ, ambling over to take the seat next to Spencer.

Emily caught on instantly, glancing over at their slumbering superior and chuckling to herself at the thought of Hotch being made to giggle like Spencer had done previously. Spencer, however, still looked confused and had somehow missed the cues between the girls. “What are you two on about?”

JJ and Emily both rolled their eyes.

“Care to help me clarify?” asked the brunette to the blonde, reaching back under the table to resume her squeezing motions on Spencer’s knee as the man let out yet another stifled yelp. JJ’s grin somehow widened further, her hands finding home under Spencer’s arms, scribbling and poking at his underarms through his shirt.

Spencer squealed and fell backwards, shooting his arms down and knees up into the table, again. JJ and Emily couldn’t help but tease the poor boy:

 “Well, you’ve trapped my hands under your arms now! I guess they’ll just have to stay here tickling until you lift them again!”

“Shhhh, you have to be quiet Spencer! Hotch and Morgan are asleep! This is so inconsiderate of you to laugh this loudly”

“What’s wrong Spence? You’ll definitely end up injuring yourself if you keep wriggling like this, just keep still!”

“Tickle tickle tickleeeeeee~”

Upon that last remark from Emily, Spencer’s shrieks and squeals got to a volume that stirred Derek from his slumber. The duo immediately clocked that he had woken up, but made no move to stop their attack as Derek immediately smiled at the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Get his belly, the poor boy’s like a puppy dog really” encouraged Morgan, earning a string of curses from the victim.

“Hehehehehey! We’ve detracted from the original point of this discUSSION-” Spencer’s laugh jumped an octave as JJ’s hand slipped under his shirt and fingers danced patterns all over his stomach. This, coupled with Emily’s hands now sneaking behind his knee, sent Spencer’s brain into overdrive as his endearing laughter filled the plane.

“He does have a point” said JJ. “And we probably shouldn’t carry this on for too much longer as this idiot is incapable of not overreacting, we don’t want to wake Hotch before we’re ready!”

Emily nodded in agreement, and both girls retracted their attack on the youngest member of the team. Spencer immediately curled in on himself and pouted, muttering under his breath

“I wasn’t OVERREACTING.” He grumbled. “There’s plenty of theories why some people are more ticklish than others, all of which are conflicting, but regardless I cannot help that I ended up on the more unfortunate end of the spectrum.”

“’Unfortunate’ my ASS!” retorted Derek, finally awake enough to amble over and take the seat next to Emily. He then reached underneath the table to squeeze at Spencer’s knees once more, earning a yelp and a flinch. “We all know you love it, genius. You give yourself away.”

This earned a kick and a glare from Spencer, but he couldn’t mask the smile that lingered on his face. The three others just chuckled; they all knew Spencer loved the attention and the silliness, and they loved how embarrassed he was by it.

“Anyway, we’ll leave you be now. What WAS the original point of the discussion?” pondered Morgan, remembering what Spencer had touched upon earlier. “And why was Reid getting his ass handed to him? Not that he doesn’t usually deserve it.”

Another kick from Spencer made Derek laugh as JJ explained about Hotch laughing in his sleep, how they’d drawn the conclusion that they’d never heard Hotch laugh properly, how they’d come to tickle Spencer in the first place, and the plan that they were hatching before they got distracted with the former point. Derek grinned, mischief flooding his face as he excitedly nodded his head at the beginnings of this plan.

“Oh it’ll 100% work.” He smiled, a fond memory filling his brain. “I have actually heard Hotch laugh before – I visited him for whatever reason one Sunday afternoon, Haley answered the door and led me through to the living room where him and Jack were playing tickle monster. Obviously it was more of Jack getting tickled by his dad, but occasionally he would get him back, and his reactions did seem pretty genuine!”

JJ and Emily’s eyes lit up at this, grinning with fondness over at the (somehow) still-sleeping Hotch.

“So… we’re absolutely doing this, right?” said Emily.

“Oh, 100%” smirked JJ.

As JJ said this, the quartet all whipped their heads around as they heard Hotch shuffle on the sofa. He had gone from curled up on his side, mimicking the position of a foetus, to fully spread out on his back like a stretching cat. He appeared to still be fast asleep, although now, the position he laid in drew immediate attention to his torso. The four burst into giggles once more at this.

“Oh, it’s like he’s ASKING for it.” chuckled Morgan. “He’s literally left himself wide open for us.”

This statement from Morgan was more ironic than any of them realised, as that was exactly what Hotch had done.

Truth be told, Hotch had woken up to the same squeal from Reid that caused Morgan to rise. However, he had initially just tried to go back to sleep as, as much as he knew the team needed those playful moments of silly between them, he didn’t feel the need to get involved himself. It wasn’t until he overheard the conversation that followed from Reid’s attack that his interest piqued. Clearly, the fact that he’d inadvertently giggled in his sleep was fascinating to the rest of his team, and he decided in that moment to have a little bit of fun with them. Hotch wasn’t actually all that ticklish himself, so he knew he could fend off his team of FBI children very easily. It was this conclusion that led him to roll onto his back “in his sleep”, just to enhance the game for the others.

He felt the presence of four people surround him as he worked to keep his breathing mimicking that of an asleep person. Endeared by the childish whispers and giggles of the team, he enjoyed how much fun they were having, like a group of children ganging up on a very patient dad.

“So what do we do first?”

“You’re meant to be the genius, pretty boy!”

“Yes well I’m usually on the receiving end, aren’t I!”

“Don’t grumble, we all know how much you love it”

“Oh shut up, JJ”

“All of you shut up or you’ll blow this for us!”

Their petty squabbling was silenced by Emily. She brought a finger to her mouth, indicating utmost silence from the rest of the team as they obliged. She then leant over and began to trace very gentle patterns into Hotch’s shirt, just about where the front of his ribs met the top of his stomach. She slowly increased the intensity, trying not to wake him too suddenly but at the same time trying to eek out any reaction from the man.

Nothing.

“Oh come ON” she grumbled under her breath, walking her fingers down to spider at his entire torso through his shirt. She covered all bases; stomach, sides, every indent of his ribs.

Still, nothing.

“You have got to be kidding me. That would’ve had Reid absolutely convulsing if I’d pulled that move on him!”

Spencer glared and reached over to poke Emily’s side, earning a squeak from her and an elbow into his arm. “Clearly not just me, then.” He smirked.

Emily looked ready to unleash hell on Spencer once again before JJ separated them both. “Task at hand, people! You two had better behave before I ground you both.”

JJ signalled to Morgan to up the ante. He sat on the floor at the lower half of Hotch, trying every tickly method he could think of on his knee to try and irk even a smile out of him. JJ settled at the other end, using her nails to scritch all the way around Hotch’s neck.

Once again, nothing.

JJ huffed in disappointment and Morgan let out a stream of curses at their failed attempts to tickle their superior.

“Literally, how.” pondered Morgan. “I know we all bully Reid here, but I think all four of us would’ve at least had SOME reaction to that, I mean come ON”

“Well, he could still be ticklish!” said Spencer. “The nerve cells that produce the tickle response, although often found in the same places across most human beings, can be found in unorthodox places sometimes! That being said, we haven’t even covered all bases with the obvious spots yet, like there’s the feet-“

“I wouldn’t waste your time.” a low, fifth voice joined the conversation.

The four whipped their heads back around to stare at Hotch, eyes open and grinning up at them. They all looked absolutely outraged, and the expressions of their faces alone was enough to earn a small chuckle from the man.

“It was a nice try, guys. But clearly you just profiled me wrong.” He smirked. “I’ve been awake for awhile, I just thought it’d be a little bit funny to see you hatch your devious plans like that for it to not come to fruition.”

He chuckled again as his team couldn’t seem to find any words, only disgruntled grumbles and glares of apparent defeat.

“You can carry on tickling me if you want! I can laugh and wriggle and do a full Reid on you, I do that with Jack sometimes to let him when we play!”

This did not appease the team as Derek let out a grumble of “No, it wouldn’t be the same.”

Hotch chuckled again and settled his arms behind his head, closing his eyes once more. “Nice try anyway, team. It was a good effort.”

And he thought that would be the end of it.

In fact, it almost was. Emily and Morgan had begun to shuffle to their original seats, but JJ and Spencer stood still, eyes glancing between Hotch and each other. They both recounted the attack from earlier, JJ’s tease about Spencer trapping her hands under his arms replaying in both of their minds as they glanced at Hotch’s now-exposed underarms.

“Hey, Reid, you know what you were saying earlier about covering all bases?” JJ whispered in a hushed tone.

Spencer nodded. “You’ve read my mind, actually.”

The pair quickly caught Emily and Morgan and relayed their theory to them, hatching a far quieter plan between the four of them as to avoid Hotch’s listening ears.

Hotch felt their presence around him once more, and jumped slightly as Derek spoke to him far closer to his ear than he was expecting.

“Actually, Hotch, we’re bored.” he said. “And also don’t believe you. At all. So we’re going to take you up on your previous offer.”

“Oh? Go ahead.” said Hotch, not making any movement from the position he was in.

Emily dove in again immediately, repeating the motions she had previously crafted on his torso once more, far more determined this time. Hotch just shrugged, a slight grin forming on his face from the sensations, but nothing more.

JJ and Morgan also resumed their motions from earlier, this time switched in roles. JJ used the squeezing technique on Hotch’s knees that had driven Spencer up the wall previously, and Morgan tantalisingly tracing every nerve cell on his neck, digging in at the odd pressure point. Hotch shuffled slightly and chuckled in surprise, not expecting all three of them to coordinate like this. It didn’t tickle enough for him to outwardly react more than the single surprised chuckle, and was ignorable enough to remain still and smug.

That was, until, Spencer joined the fray.

A pair of hands crept from where Morgan was sat, resting in a claw shape on Hotch’s underarms. Spencer curled and uncurled his fingers a single time, the quartet watching Hotch stiffen at the sensation, this simple movement alone sending a zap of panic through him. His eyes widened along with his smile and, even though Spencer hadn’t made any further movement yet, instinctively snapped down his arms.

Well, he tried to, anyway.

Morgan was quicker than Hotch, immediately stopping the onslaught on his neck and quickly catching his wrists, preventing him from putting his arms down. Hotch tried desperately to fight Morgan’s grip, but he was simply not strong enough. The grip around his wrists and arms left his underarms fully exposed, and this realisation alone was enough for Hotch to lose his cool demeanour.

“He’s all yours, pretty boy.” chuckled Morgan as Hotch struggled in his grip, trying and failing to bring his arms down and protect the spot that had been so cruelly exposed.

“JJ, Emily, stop a sec.” ordered Spencer. “I want to see if this is gonna get him as bad as I think it will.”

The girls grinned and ceased their motions. Hotch protested, counting on the fact that he could distract himself from the one spot that would light him on fire by focussing on the duller sensations. The quartet simply ignored him, all four watching with shit-eating grins on their faces as Spencer started to repeat the curling motions from earlier, this time not stopping and slowly increasing in intensity.

Hotch screwed up his face, trying desperately to ignore how much it fucking TICKLED. He couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth turning upwards as Reid persisted, the chuckling from the four of them not helping the situation in any way.

“He looks about ready to explode!”

“What’s wrong, Hotch? Thought you weren’t ticklish?”

“Seems we profiled you correctly after all!”

“C’mon Reid, you can try harder than that!”

Spencer glared at Emily. “What more could I be doing right now! I am tickling him, am I not?”

“Not PROPERLY. You’re literally just spidering.” huffed Emily. “You’d think someone as ticklish as you would know exactly how to tickle someone else!”

“Well, funnily enough, I don’t really pay much attention to your technique when you get me!” said Spencer, an embarrassed flush returning to his cheeks. He tried to think scientifically about the attack from earlier, and how JJ had been tickling his underarms. He switched up his movements, digging in more circular motions as opposed to the spider-like movements before.

Suddenly, they all heard it again. The same noise that had started this whole debacle.

The dam had broken. Hotch had spent such an effort beforehand to stifle his reactions that all of them just came at once. Low giggles very quickly turned to howling laughs as Reid abused this new technique, finding every tiny ticklish spot and making mental notes as to where his laugh changed in volume and pitch. He squirmed in Morgan’s grip, trying desperately and failing to get some relief from the onslaught. He then tried to bring his legs up, but a very determined Emily sat her entire weight on Hotch’s legs so he was fully immobile. All he could do was laugh.

And honestly? He didn’t mind it as much as he thought it would. It reminded him of playfights with Jack, except it was his four adult children. His four adult children who were getting incredible amounts of satisfaction from this, and his four adult children who could overpower him far more easily than his three-year-old son could.

Emily and JJ decided to resume their attacks from earlier, the brunette tweaking and poking at his sides whilst the blonde tormented his knees. Since the dam had been broken, these spots also seemed to get a decent reaction from Hotch as the combination of all three of them tickling him silly was enough for him to let out a squeal that was most unlike him. His four attackers erupted into laughter.

“Hotch, what was THAT.” howled Morgan, using what wiggle room he had to find sensitive pressure points around Hotch’s neck as he still held him tightly.

“I almost feel bad for him.” chuckled Spencer, shuddering as he imagined how dead he would be if this attack turned onto him.

“I don’t! He lied to us!” cried Emily, not in the slightest bit feeling any guilt. “He told us he wasn’t ticklish, but he is! He’s tickle tickle tickleeeeeeish-”

“Oh Emily that’s just CRUEL” grinned JJ. She herself had been on the receiving end when Emily had been full-tilt tickle monster, and she knew how much her words and teases made everything tickle so much worse.

Hotch could only laugh. He would get tired of this soon, he knew. He was never the biggest fan of being tickled, but life had been so intense lately that this moment of carefree, childlike silliness had benefited him more than he’d realised. He concluded that this couldn’t be a fix too often as it would just become repetitive and irritating, he had a certain image to maintain as their superior, after all. However, it was perfect for this moment, and the four could sense it. They knew him well enough to not tease him about how much he was visibly enjoying himself, however, as they knew it would ruin the moment immediately. So the quartet simply laughed along with him and poked fun at every noise and reaction he made.

Eventually, Hotch called it off. He lay back, catching his breath, residual chuckles still draining from his mouth like the last drops from a closed fountain. He looked up at the rest of his team, all four grinning like children, clearly beyond proud of their antics. He couldn’t help but feel proud of them.

“If any of you attempt that again, best believe I’m sending you straight to Strauss.” he said in a mock-serious tone. “But, I supposed that’s what I had coming for me when I lied to four very persistent behaviour analysts.”

He shuffled himself to standing and began to make his way to the bathroom on the jet.

“Oh, and by the way. I’ve seen the way Morgan reacts when Garcia gets too close to his neck.” Hotch grinned. “Thought the three of you should know this!”

As he disappeared into the bathroom, all he heard was a “FUCK YOU, HOTCH!” and an “EMILY, DON’T YOU DARE!” before the sounds of Morgan’s muffled cackles filled the plane. Hotch smiled. He had gotten his fill of the playfulness, but he knew his team needed more than him. They were young, they were so smart and so good at their jobs, and if this was the way they unwound and found joy then Hotch could do nothing but encourage it.

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 26: Favorite Spot

fandom: criminal minds

word count: 780

pairing: JJ x reader (romantic)

summary: JJ finds out you're ticklish during your first date.

You sat side by side with JJ, drinking wine and lazily watching the movie you’d put on to get rid of the awkward silence.

Everyone who knew you knew you’d been crushing on her since the moment you met her—everyone except JJ. Which you suppose you were thankful for, at first. After a while, though, you were trying to make your feelings as painfully obvious as you could without completely yelling out that you liked her, but JJ still wasn’t getting it.

It took Penelope graciously inserting your name into their conversations to figure out what her feelings towards you even were. You were thankful to find out that she had been crushing on you, too, albeit silently. A weight had been lifted from your shoulders and the next day, you asked her out on a date.

Now, the two of you sat on your couch after a delightful and fun dinner, not sure of much else to say now that you were alone in the quietness of your living room.

You were stiff as a board—not being able to relax as you sat next to her. JJ must have noticed because she nudged your arm with her elbow, prompting you to look at her.

“Are you okay?” She asked. You swallowed the bit of wine you’d just consumed and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s just… different now. I’m nervous,” You chuckled quietly, eyes locked onto your wine glass. Shaking your head, you added, “Sorry. It’s stupid.”

JJ placed a hand on your knee. “It’s not stupid. It’s normal to be nervous on a date.”

“I know, but I’ve known you for a while. I shouldn’t be this nervous to talk to you. We talk all the time.”

“Like you said: it’s different now. But different doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I had a great time tonight,” She squeezed the top of your knee comfortingly, but was taken aback by the jolt of your leg and the way you leaned forward with a squeak. She pulled away quickly. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay! I—uh… you just… it tickled,” You stuttered out, hiding your face in your free hand. “God, that’s so embarrassing.”

JJ reached forward to sit her half empty glass on the coffee table, turning to you with a genuine grin on her face. “You? Ticklish? Now, that’s something I never thought I’d see.”

“I don’t just hand out that sort of infor-MATION!” You squealed for a second time as JJ pinched your knee muscle again. “JJ!”

She snickered, taking your glass and placing it next to hers. “That’s just adorable. Where else are you ticklish?” She asked, her fingers sneaking over to your sides. She wiggled them into the soft skin, smiling wider at your tipsy giggles.

“Wahahait! JJ!” You protested, curling up into a ball. Her hands found every inch of ticklish skin they could, slipping past your defenses.

“What? I had to get you to open up somehow! Your way less tense and nervous, now,” JJ teased you, squeezing at your ribs. You fell over into her lap, unable to have any control of your body.

“Ahaha!! Ohokay! You’re rihihight!” You agreed, sucking in a deep breath once you realized JJ had stopped tickling you. Still, you stayed put in her lap, letting out your residual giggles before looking up at her. “That was mean.”

“Mean and cute. I love your laugh,” She said softly, a genuineness to her tone that you had no choice but to believe her. You blushed once again, your grin never faltering.

“Thanks.”

“But what I love more than your laugh is your little squeaks when I tickle you here. This is my favorite spot,” JJ continued, leaning forward to pinch your knees again. You squeaked as she had described, barking out a laugh. You slapped her hands away out of instinct, groaning once you heard her snickering at you.

“Don’t you ever tell anyone about this. I’ll never forgive you,” You fake scowled at her, sitting up and facing her once more.

“I make no such promises. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t tease you like this on the plane or at the round table?” JJ laughed, poking you in the stomach. You flinched and glared at her playfully.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to find my favorite spot of yours, then,” You smirked with self-satisfaction. JJ laughed, but you could hear the nerves.

“Well, it’s too bad I’m not ticklish.”

“Mhm, right. We’ll see about that,” You said before pouncing on her, mercilessly squeezing at her sides. Of course, JJ was lying. She was ticklish—maybe even more so than you.

[sillyfeathers]

Vulnerability (Emily x JJ)

Vulnerability Characters: Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau (romantic)

Emily Prentiss is has been fighting battles every day, and she still finds it remarkable how JJ can quell the cruellest conflicts.

A/N: first pride month fic <3 that has not been proofread well I love them your honour

Moments like this were rare.

Moments where there wasn’t a case, or trauma, or fear. All of that existed outside of the little bubble Emily Prentiss was pulled into when the door latch of her office clicked shut, and Jennifer Jareau was the one pushing it closed.

“Something’s wrong.” JJ made it a statement. They’d passed cautious questions and careful suggestions long ago, once they’d learned to read each other’s microexpressions and minuscule gestures that even Spencer wouldn’t pick up on.

Emily let out a light sigh, a smile gracing her lips as the warriors in her mind retreated. “Nothing bad, I promise. Something…personal.” Her words were a little too deliberate for JJ to ignore, but seeing the way Emily’s eyelids were drooping, she filed it away for another time.

“Well, whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow — or rather, it can wait 6 hours,” JJ said, eyes flicking to the clock.

Emily found herself on the sofa beside JJ, her body moving without thinking. The familiarity of JJ’s thumb rubbing circles against her shoulder had the remarkable effect of driving the battalions far, far away until they were mere specks in the distance. Finally, Emily let her eyes close, and she couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her when she did so.

“About time, Agent Prentiss,” JJ chuckled, her lips brushing against Emily’s temple as she spoke. Emily huffed, not even trying to counter with a witty remark of her own. Chances for vulnerability were few and far between, and there were even fewer people who made it safe.

“Let’s get home, love,” JJ murmured after some time had passed and she’d caught Emily falling in and out of sleep. Predictably, Emily protested, fingers curling against JJ’s shirt.

JJ gasped, a small, indignant sound that made Emily smile.

“Oh, you wanna play that game?” JJ had the strength of a 3:00 pm power nap behind her, and all too quickly the tables had turned, JJ’s hands slipping under Emily’s shirt, nails scribbling against her skin.

“J–” Emily breathed, giggles spilling from her lips before she could even think about stopping them. 

“Don’t ‘J’ me,” JJ replied, laughing as Emily fell back on the sofa, her body awkwardly bent as a result of her attempts to both escape JJ’s hands and her refusal to be apart from her.

Once again, there was no witty quip from Emily, whose hands were now pressed over her mouth, muffled giggles escaping through the gaps between her fingers.

JJ was shifting closer, lightly drilling her index finger into a spot at the base of Emily’s ribs that she knew drove her crazy. Her other hand slid up to pry at the hands covering Emily’s grin.

“JJ, come ohon!” Emily was breathless with laughter, her now unoccupied hands fumbling to catch JJ’s. Funny, she thought, that a process so familiar and habitual still made her so weak.

JJ’s hands finally left Emily’s torso, poking her spouse’s flushed cheeks with a giggle before standing up. “Let’s get home?” JJ offered her hand.

Moments of peace coincided with moments of Jennifer Jareau, so often that Emily figured they might as well be the same thing. Hands that found each other out of instinct, heads resting on shoulders, arms tangling together, and eyes that could finally close — this, Emily realised, was the perfect kind of vulnerability.

[fanficsandfluff]

Squealing Santa 2k20: Her Place

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Emily, JJ

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to @ticklishraspberries​!!! I was so excited to see this prompt because I have NEVER written w|w fics. like.... maybe one. maybe two. IT’S NOT A LOT OK. (side note: why do i feel like we’ve been each other’s gifters for a couple years now??? or at least i’ve written for you more than once. idk but it’s an honor bc you’re a legend). Also my writing block has been so severe ever since the end of tickletober. So I legitimately woke up at 2:00am on Christmas Day because I had a SMIDGE of inspiration to finally sit and write this fic up. I’m nervous as hell because I am still only on like Season 2 of CM, so my characterization of the characters is solely based on what I know up to that point. 

Okay, enough rambling, get to the fic, Michelle. Another thank you to @ticklygiggles for hosting Squealing Santa this year! 

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The two-days-before-Christmas-Christmas-Party came and went and things went shockingly smoothly for the crew at the BAU. JJ twitched every time her cell buzzed in her pocket, flicking it open and checking to make sure they were indeed clear of any new cases for the time being. At least for the holidays, she prayed. 

Emily took note of how not-into this night JJ was. It was strange to her because she understood (at least from her minor experiences at fun times with the BAU) JJ was usually a life of any party. Emily started telling jokes to her table of her, JJ, and Penelope. JJ would laugh but it wasn’t anything groundbreaking. And yeah, she noticed her checking her phone a lot. 

“Hey,” Emily leaned in a little closer to JJ to get her to hear her over the noise in the bar, “The world isn’t going to end if you click your phone off for the night.”

Wow, what an inconsiderate thing to say, Emily. Nice one. 

JJ smiled sadly at Emily, “I’m that much of a downer, huh?”

“No! No, honey, not at all,” Emily reached her hand over and placed it on JJ’s, “Sorry I said anything. This job is just... ooof,” she made a groan come out like a huff and she and JJ giggled together at the noise. 

“I knohow. I know,” JJ brushed her blonde locks behind her ear, “Habit, I guess.”

“Come over to my place after,” Emily said maybe too brazenly. 

“Tonight?”

“Was ‘after’ not clear enough?”

The women smiled at each other, and it was only after this few seconds of staring that Emily realized she still had her hand over JJ’s. She lifted it off and offered to get them both another drink. 

Drinks, bad jokes, and only one more check of her cell later, Emily and JJ walked to her apartment, not far from the bar. They were both equally tipsy and Emily noticed how much gigglier JJ was getting as the hours of the night wore on. Drink to blame, definitely. But there was something else. An added element Emily couldn’t quite place yet. JJ would bump into her during their walk, and at the bar she seemed to get more handsy with her, poking and shoving and hugging. Emily buzzed them in and she unlocked the door to her place, realizing at that moment that JJ hadn’t ever been up here before. 

“Make yourself comfortable. I would offer booze, but--”

“Yeah, I’ll take whatever you got.”

Emily’s brows raised, not unlike the look she gave when disbelieving how crazy some of the cases they worked on were. He did what to their kneecaps? Yeah, ew, ok, no work think tonight. 

JJ went and ran her fingertips over the countertop in the kitchen as Emily hurried to get together some wine for the two of them. Wine is a better close to the night than tequila, she figured. 

“You have a... really nice place,” JJ said through a near gasp as she turned the corner and went further into the living room space. She stared at the Washington Monument in view from the window. 

“Thank you,” Emily said, walking over and handing JJ a glass, “Merry Christmas,” she smiled and clinked her glass to JJ’s. 

“Merry Christmas,” JJ said in return. 

Emily got JJ over to her couch and the two sat and chatted. It was fun. Genuinely. They were just talking about everything and anything other than the BAU and it was wonderful. Emily snorted and barked out a loud laugh when JJ got very animated over a point she was trying to make. It was just too adorable. 

“Dohon’t make fun of me, you know I’m right!”

“I’m not making fun! Some part of me is believing that but I think it’s only because you’re the one telling me.”

JJ leaned into the back of the couch, already comfortable and curled up into it. Something like a blush creeped up her neck to her ears. 

“You still laughed at me.”

“Alright, yes, Pop Tarts have gotten smaller.”

“And everything else!”

“I got it--”

“Donuts, too!”

Emily laughed again, so wrapped up in the silliness and joy of the moment, that she just reached over and gave JJ’s sides a pinch. JJ jerked, her legs spazzing. 

“Hehey!”

“Ohohoho...” Emily covered her hand over her mouth when that embarrassing chuckle made its way out, but this was too good a discovery.

She scratched her nails over JJ’s kneecap and the media liaison squeaked, batting at Emily’s hand, “Plehease don’t.”

“I must,” Emily sounded earnest but then she went for the kill, digging her fingers into JJ’s sides. JJ slid down the couch until she was on her back, lost in laughs and higher-pitched giggles. There was something about how rough Emily was being with her tickles, but it still felt teasy when her nails came into play. 

“E-Emily!”

“I’d love to hear another conspiracy, please, Jay,” Emily chided and she scritched her nails against JJ’s belly after sliding her hand under her sweater. 

JJ cackled at the initial contact and arched her back, “Dohohon’t patronize m-meheheHEE!” 

It had only been maybe a minute of tickling, but Emily was certain her favorite spot was JJ’s belly. It came with such a variety of reactions depending on how pressure was applied. Dipping a finger into her bellybutton brought forth a snort. And Emily melted on the spot. A snort! From JJ! Emily was used to knowing that her own laugh usually came accompanied with snorts, it was just how her laughter came out. But to think JJ could make the same noise, but somehow so much cuter...!

“Ahaww,” Emily cooed, unable to help herself. To cap off JJ’s tickle attack, she pinched, stroked, scratched, and dug everywhere. Madly. Up, down, sides, back up again, neck, socks, it was so rapid fire that JJ was lost in her highest laughter yet, frantic and desperate.

Emily found herself leaning over JJ by the end of it all, watching her breathe and giggle herself back to composure. 

“Thahat... You... I cahan’t,” JJ covered her hand over her eyes, “Evil.”

Emily snickered. JJ lifted her hand from her face and was smiling so broadly. She booped Emily’s nose. She had such a great nose, too. Unique. Not a princess nose by any means, but it made her so... 

JJ leaned up just as Emily tilted her own head downward, and their lips collided. 

JJ’s phone did not buzz the rest of the night, nor did she find the need to obsessively check it. No, not tonight. Tonight they were good. For the holidays. 

[girlscrushes]

How does Stephen Walker die?

In a little over 24 hours, we’ll find out exactly how Stephen Walker dies. But after seeing the second sneak peak of 13x01 and chatting with @gigglyprentiss, this is the theory that I came up with. 

So you know how the writers wanted to keep the s12 finale vague so they can easily write out a character if an actor’s contract fell through but totally failed in doing so? After countless playbacks, the fandom figured out that the 18-wheeler struck Emily’s car head on and only side swept Stephen Walker’s. 

So that rules out a death by car crash. Especially, since the other passengers seem unscathed. Here’s AJ Cook behind-the-scenes during the aftermath: 

Now, what the hell is Banisteriopsis caapi?

In the sneak peak, Dr. Reid rambles on about Banisteriopsis caapi or B. caap. This drug is similar to scopolamine with the same hallucinogenic effects. Matt Simmons even asks “What does this have anything to do with Stephen and Emily?” Spencer in all his frustrated glory proceeds to explain how it all connects and how the two agents were onto Scratch. 

Which makes me think that Stephen died as a result of a more direct interaction with Peter Lewis. I’m thinking- he gets taken with Emily, gets drugged and dies from an adverse effect. You can die pretty violently if given the right mixture of this drug. Or... Scratch just kills him outright. But you know how he likes to play games so that seems pretty unlikely.

A more plausible scenario would be if he got Emily to do it (thank @gigglyprentiss for that ~disturbing idea). Either way, I hope that Damon Gupton got the exit he deserves. While he was not in many episodes, he was a decent character that stepped in when the BAU/Emily needed him.

#sorrynotsorry for the long text post. This has been a Stephen Walker/Damon Gupton appreciation post. 

[supermarvel-fics]

characters I write for:

marvel

loki laufeyson - ler + lee

bucky barnes - ler + lee

steve rogers - ler

wanda maximoff - ler + lee

natasha romanoff - ler

yelena belova - ler

thor odinson - ler

supernatural

dean winchester - ler + lee

sam winchester - ler + lee

castiel - ler + lee

charlie bradbury - ler + lee

rowena mcleod - ler

criminal minds

emily prentiss - ler

jennifer jareau - ler + lee

spencer reid - ler + lee

penelope garcia - ler

luke alvez - ler

*these are characters i write solo fics for (aka x reader fics)*

i will write other characters included in other stories, but these are the only ones I feel comfy writing for with a reader insert!