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Spencer Reid’s Big Secret

(Squealing Santa 2023)

Summary: Spencer Reid has a secret, and Morgan wants to know what it is.

Pairing: Moreid (Morgan/Reid)

Word count: 1,555

A/N: Merry Christmas y’all! This is my squealing Santa gift to @gaybananabread !! :D

I combined two of the prompts bc they were both too cute and I couldn’t decide :’)

I had a lotta fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

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The BAU headquarters was quieter than usual, a calm before the storm of another case. In a corner of the room, Dr. Spencer Reid sat, his attention buried in a pile of books and papers.

Now, Spencer Reid was incredibly clever… there was no about it.

However, he was never very good at concealing the fact that he was hiding something. You’d think that in his line of work it would be quite the opposite, but most of the time, that just isn’t the case.

Whenever he was hiding something, he would act even more awkward than usual.

Derek Morgan, ever so observant, caught this look and couldn’t resist the urge to investigate.

“Alright, pretty boy, spill it.” Morgan abruptly confronted, palms slammed on the table as if he were conducting a real interrogation, startling the young detective.

Reid looked up with surprise before he put on a mask of innocence. “Spill what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re hiding something, and I wanna know what it is!”

The younger averted his eyes and Morgan swore that he saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

“What would give you that idea? I’m not hiding anything…”

Morgan wasn’t buying it. He moved closer, a playful yet determined look on his face as he circled around behind Reid.

“Alright… if you won’t talk, I have other methods.”

With that, he quickly spun the chair around to make Reid face him before making a beeline for the detective’s vulnerable sides, digging into the sensitive flesh.

Taken off guard by the sudden tickling ambush, Reid lets out a surprised yelp before loud, unrestrained laughter tumbled from his lips.

“Hey! W-What are you dohohohoing?!”

The older man gave a sly grin.

He was definitely gonna have fun with this.

“What does it look like I’m doing, genius?” He asked teasingly, skillfully spidering his fingers up to Reid’s ribs, using just enough pressure to drive the young detective crazy.

“Ahh! Y-You’re tickling mehehehehee!”

“Bingo!” Morgan said with a grin. “And I’m not gonna stop until you tell me what you’re hiding!”

The blonde squirmed desperately in his seat, trapped between the chair and his attacker. Well… he could maybe escape if he wanted to. The seat didn’t have any armrests; he just wasn’t willing to throw himself at the floor quite yet.

Perhaps he could hold out and Morgan would just give up.

“Nohohoho! Morgan, plehehease! I-I’m not hiding aNYTHIHIHING- WAHAHAIT!”

The doctor’s plea was cut off by his own raucous laughter when he felt the tingling sensations migrate from his ribcage to under his arms, one of his hot spots.

“You can’t lie to me, pretty boy! You better start talking, or I might have to take drastic measures.” The elder playfully threatened, drilling his thumbs into the tender hollows, getting an uncharacteristic shriek from the normally reserved detective.

Reid glued his arms to his sides, but it didn’t matter. Morgan kept on tickling, even with his hands trapped.

Truthfully, Morgan kind of hoped that Reid would stay stubborn, just so that he’d have an excuse to keep tickling him.

Reid’s laughter was so rare, and to have it ringing so openly was nothing short of a gift.

He didn’t even care about the secret as long as he could get Reid to keep laughing like that.

Well… okay, maybe he cared about the secret a little bit.

But that just means he has every excuse in the world to keep tickling the young genius.

Besides, the poor kid needed some playfulness in his life.

“I-I’M NOT TEHEHELLING!!”

This statement, ladies and gentlemen, was a huge mistake.

Morgan quirked a brow, pausing to give the younger man a momentary break from the tickling, but moving to grab his wrists so that he doesn’t escape.

“Not telling, huh? So you admit that you’re hiding something!”

Reid’s face flushed bright red and his eyes widened comically as he realized his mistake.

“Wait, no, I-I meant that, uh…”

Morgan wasn’t having it.

“Y’know, Reid… I think those lanky legs of yours are feeling a little left out.”

He didn’t have to say anymore before Reid began kicking his legs, pleading for mercy before Morgan even touched him.

“Nononono, Morgan, plehehease dohohon’t!” There was a nervous smile on his face, which was starting to turn a nice rosy shade.

“Oh, I think I will, since you’re sooo insistent on not sharing that secret.”

Before Reid could let out another protest, Morgan’s hand caught one of the flailing legs while the other hand began to squeeze rapidly at the kneecap.

The young genius let out a snort, his laughter taking on a boyish energy as he tried his hardest to free his leg, thrashing his entire body from the intense electric tickling sensation.

“NAHAHAH- MORGAHAHAN, T-TOO TIHIHIHICKLISH!!” He shrieked, tears of mirth starting to prick at his eyes.

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh along, not expecting such an extreme reaction from Spencer Reid.

How on earth had Morgan been neglecting Reid’s knees until now?!

“Maybe if you tell me your secret, I can make it a little less ticklish~”

The younger shook his head stubbornly. His stomach was starting to hurt from how hard he was laughing.

He knew his knees were sensitive, but he didn’t know they were THAT sensitive.

Nevertheless, he refused to give in!

At least until Morgan began scribbling over the kneecap…

“Well that’s too bad, Reid. What if I just- woah!”

The minute Morgan touched his knee with that scribbling motion, Reid let out a scream of laughter before throwing himself to the floor in a desperate escape act.

And it worked! He was free from Morgan’s ticklish clutches.

For a few seconds…

Undeterred, the older detective simply followed Reid to the floor, now able to pin him more effectively by sitting on his hips.

“Nice try, kid. You can’t escape me that easily!”

The younger man gave a childish whine, wriggling hopelessly and realizing he definitely wasn’t getting out of this until he gave Morgan what he wanted.

But strangely, it seemed almost as if Reid was enjoying himself… like he was having just as much fun as Morgan was.

“Alright, Reid. I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

With that ominous statement, the older agent began to roll up the younger’s shirt, watching with a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he sees his victim’s expression shift from playful dread, to one of sheer panic… and a glimmer of excitement?

“Your tummy looks rather tasty, Reid. If you’re not gonna share that secret, maybe I should give it a little taste?”

Reid’s eyes went as wide as saucers and he burst into a fit of anticipatory giggles, futilely tugging at his arms.

“Oh? Giggling already? Something you wanna tell me, Reid?”

The giggling agent in question frantically nodded his head, signaling to Morgan that all was about to be revealed.

“I’m listening…”

When Reid looked at Morgan with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he finally said…

“I’m never telling you.”

Taken aback by the sass, the elder decided it was time to unleash his secret weapon.

“That’s it! You asked for this, Reid!”

With that, he brought his face to Reid’s tummy and began to nibble at the soft skin.

The response he got was pure gold.

Reid let out the most childlike squeal before falling into bright, boisterous guffaws, arching his back out of instinct.

“OH MY GOHOHOD, MORGON, PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Morgan simply let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against Reid’s skin, before he continued the tummy nibbles, making obnoxious nomming sounds which only seemed to make Reid laugh louder.

“NOOO! O-OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I’LL TEHEHELL!!”

The tickler lifted his head, looking at Reid with a raised eyebrow.

“For real this time? Don’t make me-”

“EEK- NONONO, I MEAN IT, I PROHOHOMISE!!!”

Morgan pulled back, giving Reid a moment to catch his breath.

At last, Reid inhaled… ready to unleash his big secret.

“So, um… you know how earlier this morning, Hotch said that somebody used all the sugar?..”

Morgan stared blankly.

Surely this was going somewhere…

Reid fiddled with his hands, guiltily averting his eyes.

“I did it…”

For a moment, neither said a word.

“That’s it!?” Exclaimed the older man, expecting more of a, well… secret?

“I used all the sugar, Morgan!”

The blonde tilted his head when Morgan began laughing and shaking his head with disbelief.

“God, Reid… you’re a mess.” He chuckled, reaching out to ruffle the younger’s hair.

Reid’s cheeks turned a rosy shade, whether it was from embarrassment or the affectionate gesture, he couldn’t quite tell.

With an amused expression, Morgan hopped up off the ground, extending a hand for Reid to take, which the doctor graciously took.

“That’s enough excitement for me for one day… I’m heading home.”

Before he left, he turned to give Reid a wink.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy… I won’t tell your oh so terrible secret.” He teased, flashing that charming smile.

Reid felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

As he packed up his own belongings, his thoughts kept drifting towards Morgan, and how maybe he should stop being so uptight all the time…

Maybe it was kind of fun laughing until he couldn’t breathe.

And maybe, just maybe… he kind of liked it when Morgan called him pretty boy.

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The best medicine🫂

"You need to relax kid. There's only so much stress a person can take before they explode, like pop."

Derek explained, his voice soft but his words playful. He'd always known Reid was a perfectionist but there was absolutely nothing he could add to the case files that would complete them anymore than he'd already done. Spencer always found the cases with children the most emotionally demanding, especially when it was all out of their control. Even a genius with an eidetic memory couldn't fix what had been done in this particular case.

"Actually experiencing a moderate amount of stress is normal and can even be beneficial, as it can help motivate and focus attention. Anyway, I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle. Now stop distracting me and let me get back to my paperwork."

Spencer rolls his eyes, his mind engulfed in the case. He sips his 4th cup of coffee from that day, making a face when he tastes the bitter liquid, remembering he'd used the last of the sugar several hours prior. Reid sticks his head back into the case files, scanning over each words at an alarming rate. All of his focus is transfixed on the information in front of him, so much so that he doesn't sense Morgan sneaking up behind him. Gripping him into a bear hug from behind, trapping him against the back of his chair.

He sneaks his fingers, poising them strategically on Spence's sides, steadying them firm against his shirt-clad skin.

"What- Morgan! What on earth are you doing?"

Spencer splutters out, his voice breathy and full of confusion. He struggles against Derek's arms uselessly; whilst he's a genius, there's no way to overpower him with intellect when Morgan has him pinned.

"I told you. You need to relax, pretty boy. But don't you worry, I'm here to help you."

Morgan's smirk is audible, spinning Spencer's chair to face him, he chuckles as he looks Spencer up and down. Reid's face is flushed, a sweet blush that perfectly compliments his cheeks. Looking like a lost lamb, he glances at Derek as his heart starts to beat faster from the cheeky look in his eye.

"Ah, yes because the pinnacle of relaxation is being stuck to my chair. Of course, my foolishness."

Spencer snaps back, matching Morgan's playfulness.

"Just wait Dr Reid, you're gonna be so relaxed that you're not gonna know what's hit you. Now I'm gonna touch you, is that okay?"

Reid nods shyly, unsure of how the situation is going to play out.

"You're safe with me, remember that. Now, I'm gonna need you to laugh for me."

Morgan teases, Reid's demeanor still confused and slightly fearful but when he lets out the breath he's been holding this entire time Derek knows he's okay.

"Laugh for you? What do you-"

Spencer shrieks under his fingers, they poke and prod in the spaces between his ribs. Scratching at all the clothed skin he could reach, smiling down at the snickering genius.

"No! Stop!-"

He begs, throwing his head back and allowing himself to laugh openly. Mentally begging that Morgan doesn't find his sweet spot, he could handle being tickled on his ribs for a while, but his under arms? That's a different story.

Derek traces his fingers over the thin shirt, traveling down to his sides and scribbling his nails over his belly.

"Aww, look at you! Pretty boy can't think when he's getting tickled huh?"

He teases with a singsong tone to his voice, holding Reid in place as much as he can as he writhes in his grip.

"Morgan! Stop!"

Reid begs, letting out a snort of laughter. Derek coos, filling the air with aww's. Spencer pulls at his arms, desperately trying to clamp them to his sides to protect himself from the ticklish onslaught.

He swallows hard and makes a strangled noise, almost like it was stuck in his throat. Derek's fingers squeeze up his sides, reaching his armpits.

"No! Anywhere but there!"

Spencer squeaks a high-pitched noise, trying to swivel the chair around to knock Morgan's balance. His co-worker winks, a shit eating grin rising his lips up into a smile, his dimples deepen and becoming more prominent.

"Oh bad spot huh? Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt, it'll just tickle."

Morgan lets out a laugh of his own as he swirls one finger in each underarm. Practically sitting on Reid's lap, restraining him more as he leans over him. Spencer bucks his hips frantically, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Refusing to look Derek in the eye as he bellows out his demands for him to stop. His demands are only met with a smirk and fingers digging under his arms, searching for the most sensitive spots. When he notices Spence wheeze, gasping for air, his fingers still and remove from his underarms. Derek's hands find Reid's hair, petting it softly, running them through the strands soothingly.

"Breathe kid. It's okay, I got you."

Morgan whispers into his ear as Spencer lets residual giggles spill from his lips.

"You- you are so mean."

Spencer pants, eventually catching his breath and chuckling at his own comment.

"Maybe a little, but you don't seem as stressed now. I'm right aren't I?"

"Well there is such thing as tickle therapy, Tickling therapy releases endorphins into the body, known as the happy hormone, this has an undoubted effect on relieving stress and improving health. But the ancient Romans actually used tickling as a method of torture."

Reid rambles, grateful to be able to speak without being cut off by his own laughter. Morgan smiles down at him once more, happily looking at his best friend. His hair is messy and he's a little sweaty, but his smile is beaming from ear to ear.

"Is that so Dr? You know I'm here to give you 'therapy' whenever you need it pretty boy."

Derek ruffles Reid's hair playfully, rough-housing with him once more. Spence would never admit it, but despite his aversion of touch over his phobia of germs, he loved these moments with his brother.

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Best Babysitter Ever

A/N: I have been watching too much Criminal Minds recently, I just started it over for like the 5th time. I love the BAU so goddamn much, and I specifically love Reid (he’s just a lil guy) so y’all better get so ready for so much lee Reid in the upcoming weeks. For now though, Reid and Hotch interacting has my entire soul and being so here’s a quick little story for the two of them. 

“Hotch, I promise you everything will be okay, I read five parenting books on the way here just to prepare.”

“I know, I trust you’re gonna be fine, you’ve just never babysat by yourself before, and JJ was supposed to come over and help…” Hotch trailed off, unable to keep the overprotective dad side from surfacing. 

“We’ll be fine! I’m great with kids,” Reid continued to argue, “We’ll have so much fun, isn’t that right Jack?” Both men turned their eyes over to the small six year old playing with his trucks in the corner. Jack agreed enthusiastically and ran over to hug Spencer’s leg. 

“Alright, I’m sure you guys will be fine,” Hotch finally relented. “Reid, call me if you need anything at all, and Jack, be good for Spencer” Spencer gave a salute towards his boss as Jack ran to hug his dad goodbye. 

A few hours later, Hotch walked back into his house and was immediately greeted by the loud screams of laughter from Jack. Smiling, he made his way towards the two, not saying anything. 

“SPEHEHENCEHEHER!” Jack squealed as Reid’s fingers scribbled across his belly. 

“Spencer? Who’s Spencer, I’m the tickle monster!” The curly haired boy announced, scooping up the small kid’s wrists in one hand, and drilling into his underarms with the other. Jack kicked out and tried to squirm away from the intruding hands, finally noticing his dad standing over the two of them. 

“DAHAHAHAHD HEHEHEHELP!!” 

“You can scream all you want, no one can save you from the tickle monster!” Reid called out with a grin taking over his face as he turned to Hotch as a greeting. 

“You heard him Jack, I can’t save you, there’s nothing I can do.” Hotch had a soft grin taking over his face as well, though not quite as smug as Spencer’s. 

“PLEHEHEASE,” Jack whined out, obviously enjoying himself. 

“Hmm alright fine, I’ll do my best but no promises.” Hotch threw his coat that he had just taken off onto the couch and crouched down by the two of them. “Let’s see here��” he muttered out, taking a hold of Jack’s arms and pretending to pull as hard as he could. 

“You’re no match for my incredible strength!” Spencer continued in character, vibrating his fingers into Jack’s ribs causing a whole new round of laughter. 

“Hmm I have an idea,” Hotch thought aloud as he stalked towards Spencer. 

“You’ll never beat me! Jack will be mine forever,” the so-called tickle monster called out yet again, too busy with his charade to pay any attention to the older man getting closer and closer to him. Without warning, Hotch practically tackled Spencer and started digging into his ribs. Spencer squealed and kicked his feet, completely caught

off guard by the attack. Jack quickly stood up from his position on the floor cheering and encouraging the attack. 

“Well well well, looks like the tickle monster is ticklish.”

“Nohohoho” Reid giggled out, weakly swatting at the offending hands currently wracking his nerves. Hotch grabbed Spencer arms and held them above his head, waiting while Reid panted beneath him.

“Hey Jack, come here,” the father beckoned his son over, and started pointing along Reid’s torso. “You know if you poke him right here he makes a really silly noise.” Jack, excited he got to play too began poking his little fingers along Spencer’s tummy. With every poke Spencer gave a hiccupy squeal, that quickly advanced into hiccupy giggles when Hotch’s fingers found their way to his upper ribs. 

“Wahahahait guhuhuys,” he pleaded, being careful with his squirming to not hurt Jack. 

“This is only fair after you tickled Jack for so long, what do you think buddy?”

“Yeah! You did this to me, you deserve it!” Reid just squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back, and gave into the ticklish sensations. 

The Hotchner duo continued their attack for a few more minutes, making sure to get thorough revenge on the tickle monster before letting him up. Spencer sat up panting, with slight tears in the corners of his eyes. 

“The tickle monster isn’t gonna forget this, you better watch out,” he teased Jack, reaching out to pinch his side. 

“My dad will rescue me every time!” Jack replied indignantly, clinging to his dad’s leg. 

“I absolutely will,” Hotch reassured, ruffling his son’s hair, “But until you need more rescuing, it looks like it’s time for bed. Go start getting ready.” With that, Jack starting running off to get ready for bed, but quickly back tracked to give a crashing hug to Reid.

“Goodnight Spencer, thank you for playing with me.”

“Of course kid,” Reid replied, hugging Jack tightly. “I had fun playing with you.”

“Are you gonna come back tomorrow?” Hotch interrupted the interaction before Reid could be put on the spot.

“No buddy, not tomorrow, but you’ll see Spencer again soon.” Jack just nodded and finally left the two to begin getting ready for bed. Spencer stood up from the floor to stand next to Hotch.

“So I take it the babysitting went well?” Hotch asked with a slight smirk. Spencer nodded happily.

“Yeah, Jack is great. We had a lot of fun together.”

“I could see that. Do you maybe want to come back next week to babysit some more?” Spencer nodded again, much more enthusiastically. “And I take it the tickle monster will be making another appearance?” Spencer blushed out to his ears at the mention of the silly character. 

“Maybe he will.”

“Well then it looks like I’ll have some more rescuing to do, won’t I?” Reid just smiled and looked down at the ground, too sheepish to continue meeting Hotch’s eye. Hotch smiled warmly, remembering just how young Reid actually is despite his age. He quickly pulled Reid in for a hug.

“Thank you again Spencer.” 

“You’re welcome, it was nice getting to feel like an older brother for a little while.” Spencer’s eyes widened and he pulled away from the hug as he realized what he just said. “Not like that I just meant-”

“You’re the best big brother Jack could ask for,” Hotch assured the genius, clapping him on the shoulder. Spencer smiled an almost cheshire grin as the pink tint returned once again to his cheeks. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“Yep, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the team and inform them of what a great babysitter the tickle monster is,” Hotch teased, a smirk taking over his features. Reid froze, his hand on the doorknob. 

“Hotch you can tell anyone and everyone you want, but don’t tell Morgan I’m ticklish, he’ll never let me live it down.”

“I don’t know, I think Morgan would really like to know…”

“Hotch!”

“Alright alright, I’ll keep it to myself, for now anyways.” Spencer breathed a quick sigh of relief and waved goodbye before leaving the house. 

Hotch smiled fondly, and pulled out his phone to text Derek. 

Tomorrow morning you should ask Reid how babysitting went. He has a really funny secret to tell you

“Technically, I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Hotch muttered to himself, smiling. “Plus what fun is having this information if I’m just gonna keep it to myself?” With that, he walked towards Jack’s room ready to tuck him into bed. His heart was full between his son and his work family, he couldn’t be any happier. 

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Maybe he just needed that laugh

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan

Words: 1857 (wtf I thought it would be like 700-900)

HIII, I BECAME OBSESSED W CRIMINAL MINDS SO HERE WE GOO; I couldn’t find enough tickle fluff w Hotch so I wrote it myself:))),, also it happens like in the middle of s2, when emily had joined the team but Haley and Hotch are still together;; also ITS NOT A SHIP FIC BETWEEN HOTCH AND DEREK (also on AO3)

Aaron Hotchner

A man who never smiles or laughs, everybody knows it, but nobody can do anything about it. Not even himself

“..and she said WHAT” Morgan said, finishing his joke, smiling when it earned him a few chuckles from the people who sat near him. JJ who was sitting on the other side of the plane gave him thumbs up, and even Reid cracked a smile. But his gaze stopped at Hotch who was looking at some file, he looked calm, but it was only at the first sight. Morgan could see how he bit inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. One question, why?

Sometimes he allowed himself to crack a smile in front of everyone, but he also took the part of a stoic leader too close to his heart; or at least the team thinks this way

There were moments when they were playing cards, or sitting at the office. There were moments when he smiled or even laughed. But they were so small and so quick, almost invisible. At some point everybody knew that they can’t influent on this but on the other hand, every-time he smiled or even chuckled, it just felt so.. complete

For a few days Derek kept in mind this, everything. He started to notice how Hotch could say something with a straight face, but the second he turns the back to his coworkers he smirks. There were questions that nobody asked, back in his head. There could be some deep dialogue between them, but Derek knew when the time would come, plus it’s not like he doesn’t have any work to do

;

Team decided to go to the club bar, take a break eventually. Everyone was there except for Gideon who decided to spend his time in the woods by himself

“Have you ever noticed how he never smiles?” Derek’s voice rang through the bar, quiet enough for nobody to hear him clearly, but loud enough for people around him to understand what he meant. He furrowed his brows a bit, and turned his head to his fellow teammates

“Really not sure about it, maybe.. sometimes?” Prentiss responded with a small smile, taking a sip of her beer and looking at another person who was sitting on the other side of her

“Well, I saw him doing it a few times for sure, so he is not immune to smiling” Reid said, his gaze stopped at something in the background, so he looked like he was hypnotised for a few seconds “Actually have you ever know that an average adult laughs only 17 times a day while a child laughs about 300 times a day”

“Well I’m not sure that the fact that he never smiles has to do something with his age” Morgan said, taking a sip of his drink

JJ at the same time was chatting with some guys from the bar and playing games with them while Penelope was dancing in the middle of the dance floor like she was the only one there, showing everyone who is their daddy

Prentiss looked at Garcia a few times before she finished her beer and looked at two men on each side of her

“Sorry, but I just have to join her” she grinned, looking at the blond girl again

“Take Reid with you, maybe you can teach him some dance moves” Morgan chuckled, and quirked an eyebrow at the younger male next to him

“Nononohono, I’m not good at this— please Morgan don’t do this” Spencer giggled through sentence and even if he was serious, Derek saw a smile creeping onto his face as Prentiss took his hand and pulled him further on the dance floor. He glanced at Morgan the last time until disappeared in the crowd

Morgan smiled to himself and looked in the Hotch’s direction. He was sitting in the corner, on the sofa next to Haley, bit drunk, so his usually serious facial features melted in something more human

Derek took his drink and danced up to their table, felling the rhythm in his ears. The pair turned his head to him, offering him a seat in front of them.

“You like my dance moves?” Morgan said with a grin plastered on his face

“Very much so” “Don’t think I’m the right person to answer this” Haley and Hotch said at the same time. Even though the Aaron’s comment wasn’t very welcoming, there were no venom in his words, he just simply smiled afterwards and took a sip of his drink.

“Hey, don’t be mean” Haley said, poking her husband’s side, making him to flinch and slightly choke on his drink

“Don’t—” he was cut off by another poke, making him jerk away now as he took a napkin to clean his lips and chin from a mess

“Yo, what was that?” Morgan smiled, his eyes were running from Haley to Hotch every second until he got an answer

“You don’t know? He’s ticklish, I though maybe someone knew, especially you” Hailey smirked, looking at Aaron who choked on his drunk again, but now, all by himself “He usually doesn’t smile, so this is one and only way to make him; because he doesn’t have a sense of humour either” she whispered the last part, earning a sigh from her husband

“No way man, is this real?” Derek’s eyes were lit up by a second, he looked like he just found a golden ticket

“Don’t even think about it” his boss’s voice was something between serious, amusing and terrified about the fact that his wife just announced

“What’s his worst spots?” Morgan tried to keep a conversation in this topic, smirking at Hotch whose eyes just widened when he heard woman respond to this question effortlessly

“Well, if I’m not wrong it’s his sides, ribs and maybe knees—” she tried to tell Derek most of it, knowing what’s his plan was already until she was cutoff by her husband himself, elbowing her in the side

“..actually if you got him laughing, every spot would work, especially when he’s drunk” she whispered and winked to a man infront of her until she was shushed again

“Don’t listen to her” Hotch replied, looking dead serious at his wife and then at Derek

Phone on the table rang, taking everyone attention, making them forget about a new discovery (happily for Hotch)

“Give me a few minutes” Haley picked up the phone and smirked at Morgan before she stood up, ready to answer the call “I’m also going to take more drinks” were the last words she said until she drowned in the crowd of people

Silence froze in the air for a second before they made an eye contact, dark eyes full of mischief met slightly widened, tensed eyes of another man

Morgan thought about it for a split second before thinking “ah, fuck it” and moving on the previously Haley’s seat, next to Hotch

“So how’s— how is Jack doing?” Derek asked, trying to make a conversation but Aaron could hear fake innocence in his voice. He squinted his eyes at him for a few moments until trusting him that he is a grown man who wouldn’t do something so childish.. or would he?

“He is alright like always” Hotch said, but being tipsy didn’t mean being blind. He saw Morgan’s hand trying to poke him in the same spot Haley did, and he immediately caught Derek’s hand, trying to put it away

“So you really is ticklish if you are so scared of me poking you”

“I’m not, and you are being ridiculous” Hotch said with a slight smile on his face; maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was just his mischievous side. Derek couldn’t tell

Morgan didn’t waste any time, moving his second hand fast enough to make a contact with Hotch’s side, earning a sound which sounded like a stiffed giggle. He let go of Morgan’s hand (big mistake), trying to protect his torso

And now younger man used his both hands to dig into Hotch’s sides earning new sounds that his boss tried so hard to muffle

“Come on man, relax. You know that you want to laugh, it’s been a rough week—” Derek even didn’t finish his sentence when Aaron’s facade broke into small pieces. He tried to curl up, mouth slightly opened and small chuckles and giggles filled the air

“Stohohop Mohorgahan” despite how much he tried to wipe off the smile on his face he couldn’t. Usually he could turn off his sensitivity, usually but not now

“This is gold” Morgan chuckled, moving his hands up, now going for his ribs. Aaron tried to push off his hands but he felt how useless his arms became, everything he could do is just to hold on to Morgan, desperately trying to push him away

His giggling turned into pure laughter when he felt knuckles being rubbed into his lower ribs. Hotch uncurled and tried to back off, hitting the wall with his back. He threw his head back and tried to cover his mouth with one hand, so other people couldn’t hear him

“dEHERehek” Aaron tried to make him stop verbally and furrowed his brows to sound more intimidating and serious, but a rare smile on his face ruined the whole picture

“You should laugh more often Hotch, it wouldn’t mean that you are less professional, and honestly it’s like the first time I see you like this” and it was true. Aaron couldn’t remember himself when he expressed his joy with more that a chuckle

“..and you have nice laugh by the way” Morgan teased, grinning like a Cheshire cat and looked at his boss; eyes closed shut, smile baring all his teeth and his laugh. Well it was hard to tell because nobody has ever heard him laugh like this. It was so high-pitched comparing to his voice and but on the other hand it even suited him in some way

At some point Derek just started to laugh with Hotch, maybe he didn’t even notice that

“What did Haley said was a good spot, knees?” Morgan let go of Hotch’s torso, and squeezed both of his knees, earning a snort

“Yohuhu thIHINK YOuhu arEHE BEHEteher thahan mehehe? Aaron laughed, putting all his strength into digging into Derek sides which made him to back off

“Hehey!” Morgan stopped, pulling his hands to protect himself

“Yohohu wihil NEVER speak of thihis” even when tickling stopped, a huge grin was still plastered on Hotch’s face. He let out a few giggles until sitting straight and elbowing Morgan in the side

“I won’t, cross my heart and stuff” Derek joked, earning rolled eyes from his boss. It was refreshing to see him like this not gonna lie

Haley came back almost immediately after everything finished, but by a sparkle in both of their eyes she could tell, she just knew

Maybe, just maybe Hotch wasn’t “that” drunk, maybe he could shove Morgan far enough so he wouldn’t reach him, maybe he could fight back, or maybe he just needed that laugh. I guess we’ll never know

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

IronFam Prompt! Tony makes breakfast for his kids (can just be Peter and Morgan but Harley as well if u want) but its actually disgusting and extremely burnt.. the kids make fun and tease Tony for his terrible culinary skills. and bc their now hungry Tony offers them some raspberries. ofc they say yes and Tony tells them to go wait by the couch while he finds them.... I would love to see your take on this prompt if you wanted

The Breakfast Fate

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Okay, this is so cute! ❤️ I hope you like it Anon and I'm sorry there's not a lot of tickling ❤️ There's another prompt that was sent in that ties into this one really well . . . Maybe a potential sequel? 🤔 Enjoy! :))

When Peter and Harley had agreed to a sleepover at the Stark residence, a smoke alarm wake up call wasn't how they pictured today to go. Yet here they were, bolting awake at 7 am to the sound of blaring alarm.

Harley rubbed his eyes as he tried to untangle himself from his blankets. "What's going on?"

Morgan poked her head out of her blankets. "Are there bad guys?"

Peter jumped up. "No that's the fire alarm!"

Harley was on his feet in an instant. "In the lab?"

"I don't think so!"

While the two hurried out of the room, Morgan struggled out of her blanket nest. "Wait for me!"

Harley's eys widened as he scrambled back to grab her. "Come on Morgan."

The three kids ran out of the room and into the living room. Here the alarm was the loudest.

Peter covered his ears. "That sounds like it's coming from up here!"

"Then it's not the lab?" Harley asked.

"I don't know!"

Morgan covered her own ears. "It's loud!"

"Yeah that's an alarm for ya!" Harley hefted her up. "What triggered it?"

"I don't know! Where's Tony?"

Suddenly, a loud bang made all three of them jump. From the kitchen came a string of curses followed by another bang.

The three kids raced into kitchen to find Tony dunking a pan into a sink full of water. A loud hiss followed by a big cloud of smoke and steam followed up. "Friday! Turn off all fire alarms!"

"But sir, smoke is still detected in the kitchen."

"I know, turn it off!"

Finally, silence settled throughout. With a sigh of relief, both Morgan and Peter dropped their hands.

Harley spoke first. "What the heck just happened?"

Tony whirled to see the three kids standing in the kitchen. "Welp, morning everyone."

"Tony, what were you doing?" Peter asked.

The older scientist pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well I was trying to make pancakes and it did not end well."

"Obviously," Harley muttered.

Morgan giggled. "Daddy mahade aha mehess."

"No, I just burned a couple pancakes."

Peter picked up a piece of bacon. "More than just pancakes."

"Pfft! Wohow, the great Tony Stark can make ahany chemical compound, on the molecular level too, but he's baffled byhy eheggs."

Tony flicked a piece of charred bacon at the older boy. "Ungrateful."

"We appreciate the thought Tony." Peter dropped the bacon back on to the plate. "But we are making fun of your cooking skills."

"You don't even know how to cook."

"That's not true!" The young teen crossed his arms. "I can so make Ramen!"

Harley set Morgan down. "And without turning it to dust."

The older scientist arched one eyebrow. "You're pushing it."

Meanwhile, Morgan tugged on her father's sleeve. "I'm hungry Daddy."

"Us to Morgan, but we currently have no food to eat." Harley held up a burned pancake. "Tony burned it all."

"I didn't burn it all!"

"Then what do you call this?"

The older scientist crossed his arms. "Well done."

Morgan tugged her dad's shirt sleeve again. "But Daddy, what are we going to eat?"

The older two chuckled as Tony huffed. They were just genuinely having a laugh while not hurting their mentor's feelings.

It seemed like Tony enjoyed the laugh too as a wide grin overtook his face. "Look, I'm sorry about the food. To make it up, why don't I get us some raspberries and we'll enjoy them on the couch?"

Morgan jumped up and down. "Yay! Raspberries!"

Something about Tony's smile made Peter's spider sense tingle. "I don't know about this."

An arm was slung around his shoulders. "Come on Pete, would I deceive you?"

The young teen stepped out of the hold. "Yes."

With a huff, Harley yanked his surrogate brother toward the living room. "It's fine Pete."

"B-but---!"

"Don't worry Peter." Tony grinned even wider as the three headed to living room. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Yeah, that's not reassuring."

Harley playfully pushed the young teen's head. "Don't be such a worry wart Pete."

Morgan eagerly hopped on to the couch. "Daddy's getting raspberries for breakfast!"

Peter crossed his arms. "Why would he have raspberries?"

"To put on the pancakes," Harley shot back.

"But why?"

"Cause some people like to put fruit on their pancakes."

"But don't people normally put strawberries on them?"

Harley pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know, maybe they were on sale. Do you have to question everything?"

Peter crossed his arms. "Only when I have suspicions."

While the older two glared at each other, Morgan gently pulled her surrogate brother toward the couch. "It's okay Petey, Daddy won't hurt us."

"I know he won't hurt us, but there's other things he can do---."

Whatever Peter was going to say became promptly cut off by a tackle. The young teen thudded to the ground with Tony on top of him.

"Ack!"

"You were right underoos."

"Tony?"

The older scientist pinned him to the floor. "You should have been suspicious."

"Tony, what are you doing?" Harley demanded.

"Giving Peter some raspberries."

The young teen's eyes bugged as Tony rolled up his shirt. "Wait! Wahait! Tony nohoOOO! YOHOU JERK!"

The other two went wide eye as they watched Tony blow multiple raspberries into Peter's tummy. Peter had been right. The scientist hadn't been talking about edible raspberries, he had meant the raspberries that turned Peter into a cackling squirming mess right before them.

Peter squealed. "RUHUN!"

Immediately, Harley and Morgan bolted from the room with Peter's squeals echoing in the background.

Once the teen was breathless, Tony let him go as he collapsed on to the floor. "You good?"

Peter kicked at Tony. "Yohou suhuck."

"Funny." The older scientist ruffled Peter's hair. "I never heard you tell me to stop."

The tips of Peter's ears flamed bright red. "Shuhush!"

"What? Ihi think it's adorable." The older scientist kissed Peter's forehead. "But remember this the next time you make fun of my cooking."

"Ihits not myhy fault yohou buhurn everythihing!"

"No, but you can keep your comments to yourself."

Tony helped his mentee up as the last of his giggles died down.

Peter let out a playful groan. "Why mehe?"

"You picked up on it first. Plus you can use those webs to get away easier."

"So you took me ohout whihile my guard was dohown?"

"Gave myself a tactical advantage Pete." The older scientist gave him one last hair ruffle. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got two other kids I have to find."

"Have fuhun," Peter replied before pulling himself up onto the couch. "I'm gonna take a nap."

Tony chuckled and took off down the hall. "Sleep tight."

Needless to say, Peter slept through every squeal that followed.

[entre-livros]

Livros sempre lhe trouxeram conforto. Mais do que isso, em alguns momentos eles eram quase um vício.

📖 Manhattan sob o luar — Sarah Morgan

[that-one-gay-boy]

Oh my GOD

Did it all to make you feel admired

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Morgan/Reid

Summary: While apart during a case Morgan tells Reid over the phone exactly how he’d tickle him if he was there.

A/N: Loosely part of the universe that this fic takes place in, but can be read independently. Thanks so much for the love on that fic btw! I might be adding more parts to this ‘verse as time goes on, so feel free to request anything you want to see! I already have some ideas of my own.

Warnings: Not really anything graphic, but kind of sexual undertones if you squint. Also tickle kinks, but it’s pretty tame and not really discussed in this one.

Words: 1.5k

(Read on ao3)

“Pretty boy.”

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief and gripped the phone tighter. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He could hear the smile in Derek’s voice. “How you holding up?”

“Well, I haven’t had a fever since yesterday morning.”

“Why do you sound so grumpy about that?”

“It means I could’ve come with.”

“Spence.” He was rummaging through something, possibly his bag. The first time they’d been forced to share a room during a case Spencer had been surprised by how organized Derek was. Everything was exactly in its place. Well, until the things actually left the bag, that is. “We weren’t gonna bring you with us when you were sick.”

“But at that point I had already been sick for three days, and the likelihood of it continuing for longer than another couple of days was very low, which I told you about-”

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[ticklishraspberries]

Tickletober Poll Results!!

So, I made a post last month asking y'all to participate in a poll I made to help me choose the pairings for my Tickletober prompts this year!! I am doing @august-anon's weekly prompts which can be found here. So, the results are in now!!

Week #1: Ler!Derek Morgan x Lee!Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Week #2: Ler!Alex Claremont-Diaz x Lee!Henry Fox (Red White and Royal Blue)

Week #3: Ler!Eddie Munson x Lee!Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Week #4: Ler!Peeta Mellark x Lee!Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Week #5: Ler!Ginny Weasley x Lee!Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)

So, there we go!! I'm very excited to give this smaller version of the challenge a shot this year and I hope you guys will enjoy what I write!!

[moonfl3uur]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᭸ ׂ ⬞ A GAROTA DA LIVRARIA◞ ࣪ ❀

Contém fofura, Spencer tímido e nervoso, Morgan apoiando e zoando ele, encontro e beijos, violência canônica. Ambientado em uma livraria, escritório do FBI, restaurante e casa da leitora. Classificação +12. Imagine de 3,0 mil palavras

Algumas informações como cor de cabelo e tipo de flor, roupa não serão especificados para que vocês mesmo escolham. 

──  ❝ Desejo aqueles que decidiram seguir uma boa viagem e uma ótima leitura ❞

Spencer olhava para os livros tento escolher alguns, ele pegava alguns lendo suas sinopses tentando achar o perfeito para dar de presente.

── Talvez esse seja bom. - uma voz feminina fez Spencer olhar para ela, a mulher parecia ter sua idade apontava para um livro na prateleira. ── Quero dizer, todos são bons, talvez seja por isso que está indeciso.

── Eu costumo, na verdade eu não leio romances. Prefiro artigos científicos e clássicos do século XV. - Spencer respondeu vendo a confusão aparecer no rosto dela.

── E o que te trás aqui para se aventurar nos romances? - você perguntou curiosa.

── É um presente para uma amiga, acho que ela só ler romance ou livros motivacionais. - Spencer olhou para você que sorriu levemente puxando um livro da prateleira

── Eu conheço bom livro motivacionais ou você pode levar esse. - pegou o livro na prateleira entregando para ele que leu o título.

── Crepúsculo?

── Dizem ser muito bom e se sua amiga gostar ela vai cair em um esquema de pirâmide para comprar os outros livros. - você falou sorrindo levemente.

── Dizem? Você nunca leu?

── Não, eu tenho um pouco de problema quando se trata de uma série de livros com o mesmo casal. - você explicou passando a mão pelas laterais da calças jeans.

── Por que?

── Se tem uma continuação do livro é possível que o casal se separe e que só chegue mais problemas que às vezes podem ser facilmente resolvidos e quando isso acontece eu fico angustiada, então prefiro não ler. - você pegou outro livro da prateleira. ── Se a sua amiga for como eu, recomendo esse, é legal, eu gostei.

Spencer olhou para a capa do livro por alguns segundos antes de devolver Crepúsculo para a prateleira, revolvendo levar sua segunda indicação.

── Então eu vou levar ele. Obrigada pela indicação. - o homem agradeceu ajeitando o cabelo atrás da orelha.

── De nada, espero que sua amiga goste do livro. E se você quiser começar a ler romances eu posso te indicar alguns. - você olhou para o homem sorrindo timidamente antes de continuar. ── Mas só se me indicar alguns que você ler.

── Leria artigos científicos e clássicos do século XV que eu te indicasse? - Spencer perguntou curioso.

── Com certeza. - respondendo rapidamente, você riu depois. ── É bom ler de tudo.

── Eu posso... te indicar alguns. - o homem sorriu. ── A propósito eu sou Spencer.

Você disse seu nome e deu um aceno de mão para ele que fez o mesmo. Spencer olhou para seu relógio vendo o horário e seus olhos castanhos se arregalaram.

── Eu preciso ir ou vou me atrasar para o trabalho. - Spencer falou vendo seu sorriso morrer um pouco.

── Acho que nossas indicações vão ter que ficar pra outro dia. - você sorriu levemente. ── Vem, eu passo seu livro.

── Trabalha aqui? - Spencer perguntou seguindo você até o caixa pelos corredores feitos de prateleiras cheios de livros.

── Às vezes, a livraria é da minha irmã e do meu cunhado, quando eu não estou trabalhando no meu emprego fixo eu os ajudo. - você falou rodeando o balcão para chegar no caixa.

Você passou o pedido, registrando ele no sistema, embrulhado em um papel de presente combinando com a cor da capa do livro e com um laço branco, fez tão rápido que Spencer quase não percebeu.

Assim que terminou de pagar e recebeu sua sacola Spencer agradeceu sorrindo levemente e se virou para ir embora, mas ele parou no meio do caminho e se virou olhando para você.

── Você quer jantar comigo? - as palavras saíram de sua boca surpreendendo a mulher e a ele. ── Para.. para agradecer por me ajudar com o livro.

O homem tentou justificar tentando não parecer estranho mas a sua resposta pareceu surpreender ainda mais ele.

── Quero. É, eu quero sim. - você se abaixou rapidamente pegando seu cartão e estendeu para ele. ── Meu número, você pode me ligar pra gente combinar.

Spencer se aproximou novamente do balcão e pegou o cartão da sua mão e sorriu.

── Eu ligo.

── Vou ficar esperando. - com sua resposta vocês dois ficaram se olhando por alguns segundos. ── Acho que você tem que ir para o seu trabalho.

── Verdade. - olhou para os lados e se virou para andar, assim que chegou a porta ele acenou para você que sorriu acenando de volta.

{...}

Spencer guardou o presente enquanto entrava no elevador. Assim que abriu ele andou até sua mesa mas foi parado por Morgan.

── Ei ei ei, espera aí. Você não chega nesse horário.

── Eu passei na livraria. - Spencer contou indo para sua mesa com Morgan em seu alcance.

── Tem algo a mais, eu posso sentir isso. - Morgan sentou na mesa ficando de frente para Spencer. ── Pode começar a falar.

── Eu achei uma mulher pra jantar. - Spencer falou rápido vendo o sorriso surgir no rosto de Derek.

── Chamou alguém para um encontro? - Morgan perguntou rindo, fazendo Reid comprimir os lábios envergonhando. ── Quem é ela? eu conheço?

── Primeiro não é um encontro, e não, nem eu conheço ela, eu sei o nome dela.

── Convidou uma desconhecida pra sair?

── Ela me ajudou a escolher um livro, então meu cérebro pensou em agradecer e minha boca a chamou para um jantar de agradecimento, nem eu entendi o que aconteceu comigo. - Spencer falou rapidamente e quando mais ele falava mais seu amigo sorria.

── E o que ela disse?

── Ela aceitou e me deu seu número. - Spencer se lembrou perfeitamente do número dela.

── Estou orgulhoso. - Morgan levou a mão ao ombro de Spencer e apertou sorrindo.

── Temos um caso. - JJ passou pelos dois segurando os arquivos do novo caso.

── Achou que vou ligar e desfazer o convite. - Spencer falou levantou pronto para abrir a bolsa mas Morgan parou ele.

── Nada disso, para a garota quando for marcar o dia do seu encontro.

── Isso não parece ser uma boa ideia.

── Você não sabe disso. Tem que se arriscar às vezes, então vai ligar pra ela falar que vai via e assim que voltar vocês vão ao um encontro.

── Não é um encontro.

── Sabemos que é. - Morgan sorriu batendo nas costas de Reid. ── Agora vamos garanhão, temos um caso pra resolver.

{...}

Spencer olhava para o número discado em seu telefone decidindo se apertar no botão verde ou não. Ele respirou fundo levando o celular ao ouvido, a cada discagem ele ficava mais nervoso e com vontade de desligar e quando ia desligar ela atendeu.

── Alo? - sua voz do outro lado da linha estava um pouco confusa.

── Oi, sou eu, o Spencer. - Reid falou pegando a bolsa que ele deixava pronta no trabalho.

── Oi, eu estava esperando sua ligação só que achei que demoraria mais. - você riu. ── Mas então o que tem a me dizer Spencer?

── Eu estou indo fazer uma viagem a trabalho na verdade, e eu não queria que você pensasse que eu... bom que eu ia adiar e adiar...

── Eu já entendi. - você riu novamente. ── Você pode fazer sua viagem de trabalho e quando você voltar a gente combina o jantar que você me deve.

── Ok, é bom. Isso parece ser um bom plano. - Spencer sorriu levemente saindo do elevador.

── Então combinado. Boa viagem Spencer.

── Obrigada. - Spencer agradeceu dizendo seu nome baixinho e sorriu antes de desligar a chamada.

Spencer guardou seu celular e sentiu um tapinha em seu ombro, antes de rodear seus ombros. Ele virou o rosto vendo Morgan sorrindo para ele.

── Meu garoto.

{...}

Você ajeitou seus cabelos na frente do espelho, passando a mão pela roupa que você tinha trocado pela sexta vez. Depois de cinco dias da primeira ligação de Spencer, ele finalmente estava de volta e vocês marcaram de se encontrar naquela sexta feira antes que outro caso aparecesse.

Nos dois dias em que esperavam pelo encontro, eles conversavam sobre muitas, você muitas vezes ficava apenas escutando ele contar sobre o que lia ou fatos interessantes que você não sabia e talvez nunca saberia.

── Vai ficar tudo bem. - você sussurrou para si mesmo tentando ganhar mais confiança.

A notificação do seu celular tirou sua atenção, guardando o gloss dentro da bolsa você pegou seu celular e então desbloqueou vendo uma mensagem de Reid falando que estava chegando em sua casa, respondeu ele e desligou.

Respirando fundo você conferiu sua bolsa vendo que estava tudo e depois guardou seu celular antes de fechá-la. Passando a mão pela roupa novamente andou até a penteadeira pegando seu perfume e borrifando ele em você.

Você correu até a porta da frente e abriu vendo Spencer parado ali na frente prestes a tocar a campainha.

── Oi. - ele acenou com a mão livre.

── Oi. - você sorriu olhando para ele.

── São.. pra você. - Spencer estendeu o buquê de flores. ── Você disse uma vez que eram suas favoritas, eu achei que gostaria.

── Oh, eu amei Spencer. São lindas. - levando as flores perto do nariz, você sentiu o cheiro delas. ── Vou colocá-las em um vaso, entra, fica à vontade.

Você entrou indo em direção a cozinha do apartamento, Spencer entrou também mas ficou na sala esperando por você. Depois de achar um vaso e colocar água, voltou para a sala.

── Pronta para irmos. - você chamou a atenção dele que olhava para sua prateleira.

── Então vamos... você, você está muito bonita. - Spencer falou fazendo-a sorrir envergonhada.

── Obrigada. - agradeceu enquanto se aproximava de Spencer e colocava os fios longos do lado direto do cabelo dele atrás da orelha deixando como na primeira vez. ── Você também está muito bonito.

── Obrigada. - Spencer sorriu em agradecimento.

Os dois saíram do apartamento que ficava no primeiro andar.

── A onde vamos? Espero que tenha escolhido uma roupa adequada para a ocasião. - você comentou enquanto andavam lado a lado pela rua.

── A sua roupa está ótima, ficaria perfeita com qualquer roupa. - com a fala de Spencer os dois se olharam antes de desviarem sua visão para direções opostas. ── Nós vamos para a um restaurante aqui perto, as avaliações são boas e um bom cardápio.

── Legal.

Depois de alguns minutos andando em um silêncio confortável, chegaram a um restaurante, não era muito grande mas tinha uma decoração bonita e uma atmosfera confortável. Eles entraram e foram guiados até a mesa reservada a eles, o garçom entregou o cardápio e saiu para que eles pensassem.

Spencer olhou para cima vendo a mulher olhar para o cardápio indecisa.

── Talvez esse seja bom. - ele falou virando o cardápio apontando para o prato.

Você sorriu lembrando que era exatamente a mesma frase dita a ele na primeira vez que se encontraram.

── Talvez seja mesmo, acho que vou escolher ele. - fechou o cardápio assim como Spencer que já tinha escolhido seu prato, e apenas espera o garçom.

A mulher analisou o rosto de Spencer que olhava para ele, assim como ele estava fazendo com ela, percebeu um pequeno machucado, debaixo do cabelo dele.

── Você se machucou? Como?

── Foi no trabalho. - Spencer falou tirando o cabelo do rosto para mostrar o machucado, que não era grande, ele deixou o cabelo cair novamente do rosto.

── Você trabalha com o que? Quando me falou da viagem eu achei que fosse algo corporativo.

── Na verdade eu trabalho no FBI, na Unidade de Análise Comportamental. - Spencer explicou vendo sua expressão mudar.

── Um... um criminoso fez isso com você? - você perguntou sussurrando para que ninguém nas mesas ao lado perguntasse.

── Ele estava tentando fugir então bateu em mim ele bateu com uma pá em mim, mas meu parceiro conseguiu prender ele?

Antes que a conversa continuasse o garçom voltou para anotar os pedidos, eles pediram e ela saiu novamente.

── Eu trouxe algo para você. - a mulher abriu sua bolsa pegando um papel dobrado. Ela abriu o papel e estendeu para Spencer que pegou lendo o título.

── Não acredito. - Spencer sorriu pegando um papel em sua bolsa. ── Também fiz para você.

Ele entregou uma lista, seus olhos foram até o título, listando alguns livros com artigos científicos e clássicos do séculos XV.

── A maioria dos clássicos foi minha mãe que leu para mim. - a explicação de Spencer fez você sorrir.

── Que fofo. Minha mãe não lia muito pra mim, não faço ideia de onde vinha as inspirações para as histórias. - você fez uma careta e olhou para a lista dele ── Espero que não tenha esperado que eu recomendasse Romeu e Julieta eu não acho que seja um romance, acho que é mais uma sátira ao amor.

── Por que acha isso? - Spencer perguntou curioso.

── Não que eu não ache que possa ser um romance, pode ser mas mais um romance trágico pelo suicídio de ambos, mas não como um romance épico e lindo que muitos acreditam ser. Mas acho que é uma sátira, por mostrar como o amor pode fazer de nós às vezes seres irracionais, pelas ações que eles tomaram principalmente pela falta de comunicação do plano deles que resultou na morte deles. Mas isso é só a minha interpretação.

── É uma interpretação muito boa. Talvez Shakespeare tivesse uma intenção que acabou sendo desviada pela interpretação das pessoas que perceberam, afinal naquela época... - Spencer se interrompeu balançando a cabeça. ── Não quero começar a divagar.

── Tudo bem, pode divagar o quanto quiser. - a mulher disse olhando para ele interessada.

Spencer hesitou por alguns segundos antes de continuar de onde ele parou, seu prato chegou e a conversa continuou, principalmente com Reid falando e respondendo suas dúvidas quando você não entendia nada do assunto.

Você não se lembrava de quando tinha sido a última vez que tinha conversado e rido tanto com alguém. Achava o jeito de Spencer muito fofo e era interessante escutá-lo falar.

Assim que terminaram de comer a sobremesa compartilhada, enquanto você ia ao banheiro verificar sua maquiagem, ele pagava a conta depois dele insistir muito em pagar sozinho já que ele tinha convidado.

Você voltou para mesa no momento em que Spencer recebia o cartão de volta. Ele sorriu para você se levantando.

── Já paguei. Vamos? - Spencer perguntou a você que assentiu pegando seu casaco na cadeira e vestido.

Enquanto faziam o caminho de volta para sua casa, lado a lado, você se arriscou pegando na mão dele, e Spencer deixou que seus dedos se entrelaçassem sem fazer nenhum movimento, apenas apertou levemente sentindo o calor de ambas as mãos.

Assim que chegaram na frente de seu apartamento, vocês soltaram suas mãos e você subiu os degraus até a porta e se virou olhando para ele.

── Eu gostei muito do nosso encontro. - você disse vendo a expressão dele mudar.

── Foi um encontro? - Spencer perguntou surpreso.

── Bem, sim, se você quiser. - dando de ombros você esperou pela resposta dele, que assentiu sorrindo de lado.

── É, foi um encontro, e eu gostei bastante. - Spencer assentiu. Ele olhou para você como se pensasse em fazer algo, assim como você estava olhando para ele.

Tomando coragem a mulher respirou fundo descendo o degrau, ela levou as mãos até o rosto de Reid e se aproximou beijando ele. Spencer arregalou seus olhos surpresos antes de fechá-los e agarrar a cintura dela com as duas mãos.

Ele podia sentir o gosto doce do gloss que tinha deixado a boca dela brilhando durante a noite, e que ela tinha retocado antes de sair do restaurante.

Os dois se separaram e se olharam por alguns segundos, Spencer tinha um olhar um pouco chocado no rosto o que te fez rir, beijando ele novamente por alguns segundos e sorriu.

── Você fica fofo envergonhado. - disse fazendo um carinho nas bochechas rosadas dele, se perguntando se era pelo frio ou vergonha. ── Espero que me ligue e me chame para outro em breve.

Você sorriu antes de se afastar alguns passos vendo que ele parecia um pouco chocado mas sorria.

── Eu... eu vou. - Spencer confirmou colocando as mãos nos bolsos.

── Ótimo. Eu vou esperar. - você acenou com a cabeça subindo os dois degraus novamente.

── Então... acho que eu deveria ir. Tenho muitos livros de romance pra ler. - Spencer falou fazendo você rir.

── Tchau Spencer, espero ver você novamente.

── Espero encontrar você na livraria. - Spencer disse sorrindo também.

── Oh, eu com certeza vou trabalhar lá mais vezes. - você comentou abrindo a porta do prédio. ── Tchau Spence

── Tchau. - ele sussurrou seu nome que chegou ao seu ouvido como algo muito doce.

Vocês acenaram um para o outro e então você entrou para o seu prédio e ele começou a andar se afastando de você.

{...}

Spencer saiu do elevador e assim que virou Morgan girou os calcanhares para fugir do amigo, que em algum momento ficaria sozinho com Morgan e ele perguntaria mas não faria se eles estivessem na sala de reunião.

── Menino bonito. - Morgan falou assim que viu Spencer. ── Vem cá, vem.

O homem respirou fundo agarrando a alça da bolsa mais forte e se virou vendo o amigo com um sorriso enorme olhando para ele.

── Bom dia Morgan.

── Bom dia. - respondeu Derek abrindo a porta para que os dois passassem. ── Como foi o encontro?

── Fala baixo. - Reid sussurrou olhando em volta.

── Você não negou que era um encontro dessa vez. - comentou o mais velho e riu vendo a cara de Spencer. ── Então foi bom.

── Não vou te contar nada. - Spencer sentou em sua cadeira tirando a bolsa para pendurar nela.

── Então foi ótimo. - Morgan apertou o ombro de Reid e depois deu um tapinha. ── Meu garoto.

(não levem nada desse imagine a sério! Os símbolos não foram feitos por mim, os créditos são para seus criadores originais)

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello Squiggily I hope you're doing well.

I saw that sentence starters are open and decided to send one. Can you please do Ler! Yami with the black bulls if you dont mind, it can be one of them or all of them! Your fics are the reason I finally watched the show and I've had this thought on my mind since.

Thank you and stay well <3 <3

Hey friend! :D I'm doing alright- thank you :3 kjdakjejkraejkrjk LER!YAMI!!! UGH YEAH!! I adore him so much- he's such a great dude! This is a bit experimental, but I decided to go with Nacht for the lee! (With that said, spoilers ahead for the Black Clover manga just post the end of the anime!) I hope you like it :D Thank you for the kind words friend! :3

“Hey, Nacht. There’s something about you that’s bugged me for a while now."

Nacht turned to look at his old friend, smiling to hide the sudden bad feeling dwelling in his gut. It was never good when Yami started a sentence like that. “What is it?”

“It’s about those devils of yours.” Oh. His nerves eased. “Don’t they bug you? Flying around your neck and face all the time like they do?”

“Not necessarily. They’re a part of my mana- an extension of my body.” He furrowed his brows at the man before him, the gut feeling returning hard. It was telling him something stupid was coming his way. “Why the sudden interest?”

“Eh, I just find it funny. Before- you couldn’t even handle me putting my hand on your shoulder without spazzing out.” Yami grinned. “Has that changed at all since we were kids?"

“....Yami, whatever you’re thinking right now, I highly encourage you to reconsider.” Nacht’s smile grew tense as he slowly leaned away, not liking at all how Yami’s hand was reaching out to him. “I can’t guarantee you’ll keep that hand by the end.”

“Not the first time I’ve risked it all.” His grin grew as he swiped at Nacht, just barely brushing him. “Avoid me all you want- I’m going to catch you eventually.”

“I suggest you give up-Yami!” Nacht avoided him again, twitching when those damn fingers grazed his skin. “We’re not children!”

“Maybe in age, but at heart we are! What do you think the Black Bulls are made of?” He swiped again, this time going for Nacht’s arm. To the vice captain’s dismay, Yami had a decent grip, keeping him there. “Now, I think it’s time we test your limits.”

“Yami, I swear if you even try it-gah!” A hand to his nape made him shutter, knees giving out almost immediately. “Uhuuhnhahahnd me!”

“Gaha! I knew it! All these years later and you haven’t changed a bit!” Yami laughed, using one hand to support the weakened man while his other carried on tickling his neck, making him sputter out curses and swears. “You know- Morgan was pretty ticklish here too. And on his hips. Do you share tickle spots as twins?”

“Dohoohhon’t ahahahsk me thaha-AH! I’ihihll cuhuhuhut ohohohoff your ahhahrams and lehehehehgs!” Nacht fell flat to the ground at the gentle squeezes to said spot, curling up in a defenseless ball while Yami poked and prodded at him. “Yohoohu’re dehahahd!”

“Sure, buddy.” Yami grinned, relishing in the nostalgic reaction. “Just keep saying that.”

Send me a sentence starter and I'll write a dabble for you! :D

[yourdarlingness]

hello deathe ! may i request npts based on Teru Mikami from death note , please ? thank you

　Teru Mikami　names · pronouns · titles

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

asher . christ / christopher . charlotte . eleanor . claire . eli . ezra . jonathan . lucy . madeline . morgan . olivia . reid . rowan . theo . william . yves

　◞◟ 　PRONOUNS　✦

hx / hxm . shx / hxr . thxy / thxm . ki / kill . kil / ler / killer . 4 / 4s . fou / four(th) . pun / punish . mor / morbid . vi / vile . si(n) / sin . de / dev / devote . un / unholy . ob / obey . noe / note . wri / write . scri / scribble . de / death . tomb / tombs . 🩸 . 💀 . 🔪 . 📓 . 🖋️ . 📓🖋️

　◞◟ 　TITLES　✦

the ( devotee / loyalist / fourth / hand ) of Kira . the servant who serves Kira . the most devout follower . the evil punisher . the devotee who vanquish evil . one with strong sense of justice . the unholy juror . the "righteous" one . Kira's most devoted follower . the prosecuting devotee . prns* undying devotion . prns* sickening ideals

sorry for less names >< it was a bit hard + mind was blanking out

[hotwritergf]

Socially awkward and easily flustered Spencer Reid loves to tease and make fun of Derek Morgan until he decides fuck it and pins him to his chair and tickles him. Not once does Spencer hate his comeuppance & Derek knows it, they love their little game of asking for it without asking for it.

[kourtniwritesagain]

I was the one who asked for the criminal minds hc but the one person I was interested in hearing a hc for was Spencer Reid. I totally understand if it would be difficult to do because you’re not into the fandom anymore.

Oh I can totally do some hc's for Dr. Ticklish Beyond Reason Spencer Reid.

Spencer is obviously canonically ticklish on his torso (PRENTISS POKED HIM AND HE REACTED LIKE THE DORK HE IS, HE'S TICKLISH, DAMNIT). He's suuuuuuper ticklish on his ribs and hips. He's a super genius, and he always attempts to think his way out of being ticklish, but his brain short circuits every time he's tickled. He was rarely tickled as a child. He was extremely bullied in school, he roomed alone during college, and he never gave tickling a second thought when he entered adulthood.

Until he met Derek Morgan.

It was their second case, and it had gone pretty great, so the team was very happy and relaxed on the plane ride back to Virginia. JJ, Derek, and Emily were playfully poking and prodding one another. Emily and Derek ganged up on JJ, causing Spencer to blush furiously as he watched his new teammates tickle each other. Derek noticed, asked why he was blushing, to which Spencer just spluttered facts about torture. Not even being able to say the word tickling, though. Derek smirked, asking Spencer if he was ticklish. At Spencer's crazy red face, Derek then proceeded to use every variation of the word 'tickle.' Gideon then helpfully added that Spencer was indeed very ticklish, especially on his ribs. Spencer turned wide and betrayed eyes on Gideon, but could do nothing more as Derek decided to test that declaration.

Gideon had been spot on. Spencer was tickled nonstop for the rest of the flight. Hotch hadn't intervened at all, despite Spencer's pleads. Hotch had actually stated that this was a type of hazing he'd allow.

Spencer isn't a ler, but he playfully goose his teammates sides when he knows he can get away with it. Being the youngest on the team, and seriously just freaking adorable, Spencer is prone to being on the receiving end of many tickle attacks. Derek and Penelope being his two biggest attackers.

He'll never admit it (unless he's forced to), but Spencer actually loves being tickled. He's always so carefully put together, and he's used to having to fight for everything in his life. It's nice to lose control every so often.

[loane19]

Truth or Dare ?

Hi so this is my first fic, sorry if there are some mistakes, english is not my first language but hope you enjoy ! summary : You do a truth or dare with the team (ler Emily). Pairing : Emily x reader

Word count : 1 120

It was past 10pm and you and the team were at the club, just having a drink after a truly disturbing case. The guy would kidnap his victims and break them into become his old babysitter who's dead and once they'd play his game, he'd kill them and embald them, he would keep them as long as he could before dumping them and finding a new one. They had a hard time catching him but now the unsub's in jail and the team can finally relax. The night was going up pretty well, toward midnight, everyone started to get drunk, Morgan was hinting at some girl next to them, Hotch was in a deep conversation with Rossi and you and Prentiss were kind of flirting, Reid seems to be explaining the concept of the cat of schrodinger to some random. That's when Garcia suddenly exclaimed.

Garcia : Guys, let's play truth or dare !

She said in an enthousiastic tone of voice, she didn't want everyone to be doing their own thing, she wanted to really spent the night together and also having some gossips on the team, she drags Derek away from the girl and get everyone else's attention.

Garcia : You go first. Penelope said, pointing at you.

Reader : Okay, Spence, truth or dare ? You said, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Reid : Huhh truth. He said, looking at you with an unbothered expression.

Reader : Tell me something nobody know about you here.

Reid : When I was small I used to go up to people, in the streets and I would state facts like about economy and crime rate, and I was very passionate about it.

Everybody laughs a bit, this would be the most Spencer Reid thing he could do. After that a couple turns pass, we learn that Derek actually hooked up with more than 5 women this month, that Penelope punched a girl in the face in 5th grade and that at the question "What would you never do, even for a million dollar ?" asked by Rossi, to which Hotch answered, "Letting an unsub go." Always so serious. After that it was Penelope's turn to ask a question, and she choose to ask Emily, you started sweating a bit cause Garcia was giving you a knowing look. Garcia : So truth or dare, Emily ? The blonde asked.

Prentiss : I'll take dare. Emily stated confidently, making Garcia smile in literal delight.

Garcia : I dare you to tickle the person to your right for at least 30 seconds.

Emily looks to her right, like the rest of the team, and you just keep looking right in front of you for a sec, if your face wasn't hot to the touch yet, it is now, you then lean back on your seat, glaring at Penelope for putting you in such a situation and then looking at Emily nervously, who's more than amused by the dare, a smirk is already plattered all over her face, she looks down at the younger agent, tauntingly approaching her hand to your side and wriggling her fingers, Making you speak up in protestation and swat the brunette's hand away.

Reader : No, no but you don't have to, c'mon. You said, almost pleading as your flustered state became more apparent.

Prentiss : You c'mon, it's just a little tickling, you scared you can't handle it ?

Reader : Oh just.. shut up already.

Prentiss : Care to say that again ?

As Emily say this, her hands come poking at your right side several times, making you fold in a squeak and push yourself against her to get the most away from Emily's poking you can get, you crashing against her makes Emily kind of glad because now she can wrap an arm tight and secure around your shoulder while her available hand come gently scratching at your side, going up and down under your shirt, making your whole body shudder before you jerk to the side and desperatly try to get away by stretching away, starting to let out tiny little gigles under the amused eyes of your team.

Reader : Emily stahahap.. c'mon don'tttt no-

You said between gritted teeth and sifted giggles, trying the keep it low so no one in the club hears you, but you're still making those squeaky sounds that are pretty noticeable, and the team is watching with some amused smiles on their faces, especially Garcia who gave the dare. You cut yourself out when her nails trails out and spider accross your belly, making you try to slip away, let yourself fall to the ground but she doesn't let you do that, she keeps her arm wrapped around your shoulder, your head tucked under her chin as she lazily scratch and stroke around your belly, watching you twist and arch to escape her nails, but there's no way out, really.

Prentiss : Where do you think you're fleeing like that. Emily cooed.

Reader : Ehehem stop ! It'ss enohohough, it's been 30 sehehehconds ! you blurted out

Prentiss : But I do think Penelope said at least 30 seconds so that should mean I can keep going. You shake your head no as you try to make it out of her grip, tapping your feets on the ground in frustration and still letting out those small giggles, Prentiss then quickly pokes up your side to then grab it and squeeze it tenderly, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, eliciting a powerful squeal from you, who makes a few heads turn in the club and your face flush with embarassement. You fall into silent giggles as you just burry your head against Emily's shoulder and try to muffle your giggles there.

Prentiss : You know, I had no idea you liked that.

Reader : Wha- I dohoohon't ! stahaahahp ! Pleahahase Em !

Prentiss : Sure you don't.

The brunette simply said, but she's a profiler, you can't possibly fool her, she was kind of tempted to make you admit it but she finally took pity on you, finally stopping her ministrations and gently patting your side before letting you rest against her, you were panting a bit, still shivering slightly as the last residue of giggles die down.

Prentiss : You should've told me you liked it.

Reader : Why would I, youre gonna use it against me ! You quickly protested.

Prentiss : You have nooo idea.

Emily said with a smirk as she squeezes you against her and press a kiss to the top of your head as you just rest there, deeply embarassed but actually pretty happy you got tickled by her.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

hey hey! I sent in the IronFam ask earlier and I do have a prompt which hopefully you like! soo the fam have gone on vacation and on the first night Morgan is a lil scared and wants her big brothers and dad to check under the bed, the closet for any potential monsters lurking. to make her feel better they pretend to find the tickle monster. maybe with lee!Peter and lee!Morgan with either ler!Tony or ler!harley. whatever u would like

Tickle Monster Vacay

Summary: See prompt above 😁

(Okay, this was so precious ❤️ I love it!! ❤️ Thank you so much Anon😭 I hope you enjoy! ❤️)

"It's okay Morgan. Nothing's going to hurt you."

Morgan burrowed into her father's chest. "But daddy, what if there's monsters here?"

"Hey Morgan, it's okay." Peter sat on the bed. "All of the monsters here are the cute cuddly ones. Like the one's from Monster's Inc."

Morgan turned to Peter. "But what if he tries to eat me?"

"You're too big Morgan." Harley poked her leg. "They'd get as far as your leg and be full."

The littlest's eyes widened and she immediately dove under Tony's arm.

Peter rolled his eyes and elbowed Harley in the ribs. "Way to go Harley."

"Sorry for trying to help."

"Okay, neither of you are really helping." Tony did his best to soothe his frightened daughter. "So unless you come up with something that does help, keep your mouths shut."

Harley rolled his eyes. "Sorry."

"Come on Harley, he's really trying here."

The older boy sighed. "I know, but we're supposed to be on vacation Pete. I've got to have a little fun."

Peter tugged the blanket back. "Morgan, is there something we could do to help?"

The littlest looked up at Peter. "Can you check please?"

"Check where sweetheart?" Tony asked.

"The places monsters like to hide."

"Like under the bed?"

Morgan nodded. "And in the closet."

Tony nodded. "We can do that."

Meanwhile, Harley moved toward the closet. "We can take a look, but they won't be there."

Peter hit his shoulder. "Because there's none there."

"Ow!" Harley shoved him back.

"Alright you two, knock it off," Tony followed Harley's direction. "Let's help Morgan feel safe so we can all go to bed."

"Daddy don't leave!"

"I'm not leaving sweetie. I'm just checking the closet."

Morgan clung to her stuffie. "But what if the monster comes out?"

"He'll have to go through all of us," Harley flexed his muscles.

Morgan hid behind her stuffy. "We're gonna die!"

Peter stroked her hair. "Don't worry Morgan, your dad and I will be here."

Harley growled and crossed his arms.

Tony nudged his arm and gave him a wink the other two couldn't see. He then turned to the duo still at the bed, "Peter, check under the bed please."

The younger boy nodded. "Right."

Morgan watched her surrogate brother intently as he crouched down. While the two were distracted, Tony tugged Harley closer to the closet. He whispered, "Follow my lead, go for Peter."

Harley raised one eyebrow, but gave a brief nod.

In response, the older mentor stepped to the closet and put his ear to the door. Tony then knocked on the door, "Hello, any monsters in there?"

Harley smirked. "Careful Tony, don't want to stir any of them up."

"Harley," Peter hissed.

The older boy held up his hands. Instead of responding, he turned back to Tony.

"You know, Harley's right. Certain monsters are attracted to sound."

"What!"

Peter soothed the littlest. "Shhh, your dad's just being silly."

"No I'm not, I know one monster who feasts on sounds."

Then Tony cracked open the closet.

Morgan dove under the covers and yanked them over her head.

While Peter tried to soothe her, Harley let out a low growl that made her squeak.

"Oh no, I think there's a special monster here," Tony hissed.

"An extra especially monster."

"Come on you two, knock it off!" Peter snapped.

With a subtle slip into his pocket, Tony clicked the button that turned off all the lights.

Morgan flew into Peter's side. "Petey!"

The young boy squeezed her tight. "Come on Tony, don't join him!"

Neither Tony nor Harley answered. Instead Harley let out another low growl as Tony let the closet door slowly fall open.

While Morgan sunk even farther down, Peter slid forward so he was in front of her.

Meanwhile, Harley and Tony slunk through the darkness to opposite sides of the bed. Harley was starting to pick up on what Tony was doing and he was game to pick on the spider kid.

"Tony, Harley? Whatever you're doing, stop it! You're scaring Morgan!"

Harley leaned close to Peter's ear and whispered, "Boo."

When Peter's arm shot out in his direction, the older boy snagged it then yanked him toward him.

"Hey!"

Meanwhile, Morgan let out a squeal as she was scooped into her father's arms. "Petey!"

Peter squirmed to get out of Harley's bear hug. "What are you two doing!"

Tony chuckled. "We've come to feast."

"Feast on what!"

"Your giggles."

Both Peter and Morgan let out a surprised squeal as the other two dug in. Tony immediately spidered across Morgan's tummy while Harley attacked Peter's sides.

"Nohoho! Harlehey!"

"Harley's not here right now." The older boy moved up to his ribs. "I'm the tickle monster!"

"NOOHO! NOHOT THEHERE!"

"Aww, does the spider kid have ticklish ribs?"

"SHUT UHUP! YOU KNOW IHITS SPIDERMAHAN!"

"Man is a stretch."

While Harley attacked Peter, Tony spidered up Morgan's sides and into her armpits. "Gootchie gootchie goo."

"Daddyhy noho!"

"Sorry sweetie, your daddy's not here right now. Just the tickle monster."

Morgan let out a squeal. "Ihi knohow ihits yohou daddyhy!"

Tony cooed. "Am I that ohobvihous?"

Morgan nodded and wrapped him in a hug. "Lohove you dahaddy."

The older mentee returned the hug. "I love you too honey. I'm sorry we scared you."

"It's okay, you wehere beheing sillyhy."

"I promise you Morgan, the only monster you'll see on vacation is the tickle monster." Tony added in some side tickles for good measure. "Ahand he will neeeever hurt you."

Morgan giggled adorably and tried to grab her dad's hand. However, the moment was cut short by a loud squeal.

When Tony looked over, he saw Harley had Peter by the armpits and was slowly making him to lower to the floor as he wiggled his fingers around.

Morgan pointed. "Daddy, we have to save Petey!"

"Not to worry princess." Tony set Morgan down and charged around the bed. "Unhand him you fiend!"

"What? AhEE!"

Once beside them, Tony squeezed Harley's hips. This made the older boy drop Peter and collapse into a pile of laughter on to the bed.

Morgan crawled over and peered down at her surrogate brother. "Are you okay Petey?"

The young teen caught his breath, then growled. "Harley, you're dehead!"

Peter scrambled on to the bed and immediately attacked the older boy's armpits.

"AHH! TOHONY YOHOU TRAITOHOR!"

"That's the joy of being senior tickle monster." The older mentor spidered up Harley's sides. "You can switch sides whenever you please."

"SQUEE! ATLEAST CAHALL OHOF YOU'RE ATTAHACK SPIDEHER!"

Peter paused his tickles. "Now I'm ahan attahack spideher? Harley, can yohou nohot just sahay Spidermahan?"

The older boy growled before pulling Peter down on top of him. "Ohof course nohot, that wohould behe to easy."

"Hey!" Peter immediately tried to grab the knuckles rubbing the top of his head. "Knock ihit off!"

Tony chuckled. "Yohou guhuys are crazy. Rihight Morgan?"

When Tony looked around, there was no sign of his daughter.

"Morgan?"

A giggle drew all of their attention to the door. Morgan stood in the open bedroom doorway, a grin on her face and her stuffie in her arm. "Come and catch me monstehers!"

Then she took off down the hall.

Tony sprang up and ran after her. "Get back here you sneaky little sneak!"

Meanwhile, Peter wriggled out of Harley's hold. "Morgan's going to need back up."

"You take up, I'll take down?"

Peter paused at the doorway. "No I thought I'd let you climb across the ceiling for a change."

Harley rolled his eyes as he poked Peter's side. "Get up there."

With a grin, Peter scurried up the wall. Harley grinned back before heading down the hall. "Better watch out! We're coming for you Tony!"

After that night, Morgan never feared monsters again . . . Well, all except for one monster.

[entre-livros]

As pessoas podem dificultar as coisas, podem te desestimular e te deixar para baixo, mas, no final das contas, a única pessoa que pode matar seu sonho é você mesma. Nunca desista.

📖 Meia-noite na Tiffany's — Sarah Morgan