#spencer reid tickling

[hotwritergf]

“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

You beg him to stop and squeal at the first touch. Giggles falling from your lips before you even realise you’re doing it. You thrash your chest into Spencer’s, writhing under his fingers.

He chuckles in response, holding your wrists together and above your head with one hand. Squeezing up and down your exposed side with the other, his touch is firm but playful, taking extra special care in not pressing too hard onto your ribs. His smile beams a spotlight down on you as he watches you wriggle around, almost dancing to escape the sensation.

“You can’t prepare to not be ticklish! It’s a natural bodily reaction. Did you know there’s actually two types of tickling? There’s knismesis which is essentially the lighter touch, like a bug landing on you and the reaction being the itchy feeling you just have to scratch but it doesn’t make you laugh. And there’s also this, what’s happening to you right now. It’s called gargalesis, it’s a harder form of touch which causes that pretty laughter that I can hear right now, and that quite frankly, glass shattering squeal noise when I get too close to your underarm.”

Spencer exclaims. He chuckles at the same squeal he was talking about escaping your lips as his fingers spider-walk from your hipbone all the way up to your armpit, swirling a single finger around in gentle circles in the hollow of your arm.

You manage to knock your wrists out of his grip, pulling your arms down and wrapping them around yourself in a self-hug to protect your sensitive spots. Still letting out residual giggles from the brutal onslaught.

“Wow. You are super ticklish.”

He speaks with a smirk, swiping the hair that has managed to wrap itself into your mouth from your squirming away from your tongue and behind your ear. Spencer’s hands find the small of your back and his open palm rubs against your spine softly.

“You are the absolute worst Spencer Reid.”

You babble, unable to wipe the smile off of your flushed face. He smiles back down at you, pressing his chin to the top of your head shyly. Holding you in an awkward hug he sways you in his hold from side to side, rocking you gently. Your heartbeat slows and syncs in time with his, your fingers interlocking before he speaks.

“The worst at giving you a thorough, hands on education on bodily reactions that I think you should be grateful for.”

You loved this nerd.

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

headcanon that Luke finds out Garcia and Reid typically spend their holidays/Christmas together because they don't really have much/any family to celebrate with and he knows his parents (his mother especially) would never forgive him for leaving them alone so he brings them to New York with him every year

[bondwithme-murderstyle]

i adore that as a collective we decided that spencer reid is a huge whimpering, groaning munch-mess. it just makes me feel warm inside that were all on that wavelength

[awkwardlyflustered]

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. 

[pastelpiggielol]

Revenge - a MoReid tickle fanfic

This is a short fic I wrote for my wonderful boyfriend who showed me his niche little tumblr coven and I took it upon myself to become the tickle fandom Jesus

I am not actually a part of the tickle community but I know you lot are out there so this is for all you hiding in the cracks in the walls

This is also the very first ticfic I wrote and I have got others in my vault that are much better so if you like this I will post more!

Word count: 906

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Genre: Fluff, Tickle

Enjoy!

"Alright you got me, I'm calling it. You won pretty boy." Derek sighed in defeat, "Just know, I will get you back at some point. I wont tell you when but I will." He threatened with a smile. Spencer grinned proudly from across the jet.

"I told you not to wage a prank war against an MIT graduate, you cant blame me for you not listening." He replied smugly.

"Uh huh, whatever, keep that attitude up and you'll be sleeping on the couch." Derek grumbled sarcastically. Their playful bickering was cut off when Hotch told them that Strauss had called for a debrief once they landed. The anticipation only lasted a further half hour before the jet was back in the gate and the team was sat around the circle table, Strauss at the head looking extremely unimpressed.

"I can't believe I have to call you up on this topic again, Aaron you told me you had this all under control but evidently you don't, so I have no choice but to step in." This was the start of a very long, very tedious lecture about collateral costs and misplaced loyalty. Derek could feel his eyes growing heavy as she blabbed on and on about things he frankly couldn't care less to change. He was jolted abruptly awake at the feeling of a sharp kick to his left shin. With a frown, he turned to look at the source and met eyes with the mischievous puppy eyes of his lover and instantly knew the game he was starting. He gave a warning look, met with an increasingly mischievous (badly concealed) smirk. He then felt another kick.

This time he retaliated, lightly kicking Spencer's foot with a very slight smile. He watched him attempt to conceal a snicker, kicking at him again. Derek tried to catch his foot in a lock, however this only made their game more difficult. And more noticeable. Looking away from the captivating smile beside him, he locked eyes with the stern glare Hotch was firing him. He quickly attempted to stop the game, though still failed so he snuck his hands under the table, laying a hand on his lovers thigh to silently still him.

Thankfully this was successful and allowed him to tune back into Strauss' rambling right as she was wrapping up her lecture. Relief washed over him as everyone stood up, hurrying out of the conference room before anyone else and throwing his arm around Spencer's shoulders at the first opportunity.

"You're lucky you're cute, but that does mean you're making dinner." He smiled as his lover groaned. Upon arriving home, Derek pulled Spencer into a much needed hug. They stayed in each others arms (Spencer enjoying his lover's muscles greatly) for a short while before he felt Derek's hands slip under the hem of his shirt, sliding up his waist. He felt his face grow slightly warm and buried himself further in the hug. However in a split second, he tried to break out of it, his large hands had dug into his sides, right in the place he was most ticklish. And Derek knew it.

His smiles turned to a smug grin as he locked the laughing, wriggling man in his grip, continuing his attack with no remorse. The sound of Spencer's uncontrollable laughing and protests brought a warmth through his chest and allowed his smile to reach his eyes. He then scooped him up and carried him to the couch, dropping him carefully down before beginning the assault all over again.

"This is payback for the prank war, your genius can't win against me, gorgeous." He taunted as he continued. Spencer's replies were punctuated with laughter and small yelps;

"This isn't fair! You're cheating! Derek!" He cried, though not once telling him to stop. Derek began laughing alongside his lover, the sounds of his mind so carefree in this moment was something he wanted to prolong for as long as he could. Prodding, jabbing and dragging his fingers over every inch of his torso, the sound of his laughter like music to his ears. His uncontainable smile never failed to make him fall for him all over again.

Spencer couldn't stop smiling and laughing at the feeling of Derek's hands tickling him in all the places he knew would get him the most. He could barely catch his breath he was laughing so hard, his mind was almost entirely empty of any thought outside of how much fun he was having with his beloved. He even tried to escape a few times only to be caught again and pulled back into the onslaught of affection, even paired with some kisses to the sensitive spots on his neck.

Eventually, Spencer's laughter started to change and his wriggling slowed. It didn't take long for Derek to notice he was simply getting tired, all the wriggling and laughing had worn him out.

"Okay okay! Truce! I won't prank you again!" He cried, trying to catch his hands. Derek reluctantly held his hands up in a surrender.

"Alright, you gotta promise though, I don't trust your sneaky genius brain." He joked and helped him sit upright before sitting beside him.

"Alright fine, I promise." He smiled, fixing his clothes.

"Seal it, it doesn't count if you don't seal it." He pushed, wrapping an arm around him. Spencer scoffed lightly before leaning up and sealing the promise with a soft kiss.

[ticklishraspberries]

Oh, hi dear, I just discovered your prompts list and checked your fandoms list. And smiled a lot because you’ve got Maeve x Spencer on it. ♥️

May I ask for 62 or 93, please?

I wish you happy writing and loads of inspo, snacks and energy for this hopefully fun project. ☺️

drabble prompts!! // tysm for the request lovely!!! 62. "You're not exactly subtle." / 93. "I have things to do."

"Maeve, c'mon—"

"I have things to do," Maeve replies, but she's laughing when she says it, barely looking at the files in front of her.

"You've looked over that patient twice already," Spencer replies, coming up behind her at her desk, putting his arms around her shoulders from behind. "You don't miss things. If you're trying to avoid me..."

"Not at all!" she said, leaning back into his hold. "I just...I..."

"You're not exactly subtle," Spencer tells her, and she can hear the smile in his voice without having to turn her head. "If you want me to distract you from work, you could just say so."

His fingers easily find purchase in the curve of her sides, and she holds her breath as they begin to gently tickle, making goosebumps spread over her skin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, voice shaking.

Spencer chuckles. "Of course you don't, doctor. Now, put down the file, and laugh for me."

And laugh she does.

[cringemesstickles]

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.

[lilactickles]

Christmas in September

Criminal Minds Tickle fic - Ler!Spencer x Lee!Reader Y/N is still warming up to the team, one night filled with cheer and drinks is effective at breaking the ice. (tw: mentions of alcohol/feeling tipsy)

The BAU Christmas party was in full swing at Hotch's house, with festive decorations and holiday cheer buzzing in the air. You were cradling your drink and sitting in the corner of the somewhat abandoned dinner table scattered with dirty plates and empty glasses. Spencer was sitting to your left, Emily and JJ sitting across from the two of you. Hotch, Derek and Penelope had rushed to the living room, likely to play some drinking variation of monopoly, scrabble or who knows what.

You've felt your anxiety slowly melting away the more adult beverages you consume throughout the night, you've always been jarringly anxious during social situations, especially those including your new team mates. You were glad to get the opportunity to hang out with the group outside of work, everyone has been so lovely - never pushing you beyond what you're comfortable with but still clearly eager to get to know you. It was a nice feeling, to be seen and cared for despite hiding yourself out of instinct. The fact that the team knew nearly nothing about you even after 3 months of working with with BAU, was not lost on you or the rest of the team. But they were working on it.

Some hours and many laughs shared over eggnog had passed, and you look up to the sound of JJ laughing, Emily seemed to be attacking her with rapid pokes to her side, causing JJ to squirm and attempt to swat the raven haired detectives hands away. Emily was letting out a boisterous evil laugh with a drunken, yet mischievous, glint in her eyes. Your eyes averted as quickly as they'd laid eyes on the scene, a crimson glow spreading across your cheeks which you desperately tried to hide by looking down at your phone.

Dammit, why does this always happen? Was it second hand embarrassment? Fear of being brought in and having to interact with the flustering concept in front of her co-workers and friends? Whatever it is, you were doing a lousy job at laying low because you started to feel the eyes of a certain tipsy profiling protégée burning into the side of your head.

Oh god.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Spencer shuffled closer to you, speaking low as to not alert the giggling girls across the table.

"Yes! Of course" You giggled with faux nonchalance. "Just getting tired is all"

You were looking down at your watch and beginning to yawn, committing to the act, before realising who exactly it was you attempting to lie to.

Spencer cocked his head to the side, with a look of genuine concern present on his features while he leaned in closer. Likely analysing your every move. You were in the middle of giving him a 'do not profile me look' when he said "Is it too hot in here? You're looking quite red in the face"

Of course your blush only deepened at that comment. Bless him, he was only trying to help. Your hands didn't ask permission from your brain before they came flying up to shield your burning cheeks. Fuck. They flew back down again and you laughed nervously.

"No it's fine, really" You flashed him your most casual smile.

Spencer must have caught on at least to the fact that you were embarrassed or flustered about something, because his look of concern was replaced with a mildly amused one. It took him about another .5 seconds to make the connection.

He glanced over at JJ, a little red in the face now, still giggling at Emily relentless fingers landing pokes here and there. "Oh" He said. "Feeling left out?" He offered a teasy smile.

"What?" you replied a little too quickly. "Of course not!" You started anxiously playing with your hands. God let this be over soon.

"Or, the opposite?" He began thinking out loud. "I suppose we haven't gotten to know you all that well yet. The act of tickling is quite an intimate exchange, a weakness usually only confessed between people you trust. It makes sense that you aren't ready for us to know your weaknessness." His friendly smile making it obvious that he had no idea that what he was saying was even mildly flustering.

If your face was warm before, It must be sprouting flames now. You just froze, staring at him for a few seconds before responding.

"Wh-why would you think? Im- Im not-"

"You're not? what, ticklish? I only assumed because someone who isn't ticklish wouldn't have anything to be concerned about. Most people find lack of sensitivity to be a strength, and like to show it off. But I just saw you essentially try to turn yourself invisible." He chuckled, potentially catching on to the fact that you were slightly mortified now. "You can trust us, you know. You don't have to be embarrassed" That last part came out very softly, a genuine show of support.

You would be touched if you weren't feeling like you'd rather the universe implode than have this conversation right now. Your head snapped up at the mention of your name. "Y/N, Is your drink still full? You've had that going for ages!" Emily exclaimed.

You willed the heat to evaporate from your cheeks as you laughed. "I guess you're right! I'll get right on that" You brought the cup to your lips as Spencer and the girls fell into casual conversation, and took a big gulp.

A few moments later, while you were listening intently to a story about how JJ accidentally left her coffee cup on the roof of her car this morning and drove away, you felt the overpowering sensation of someone wiggling their fingers on your left knee-cap. You managed to trap the giggle in your throat, covering it up with a cough while you not-so-subtly jerked your knee away. Emily giggled at you, probably assuming it was the alcohol in your system making you clumsy. Spencer hadn't even broken eye contact with JJ, seemingly enthralled in what she was saying. But there was a smirk on his face that you couldn't ignore. Maybe he wasn't as oblivious as you thought.

You didn't even get 5 seconds of recovery time before he attacked under the table again, this time firmly squeezing the flesh above your knee - causing you to squeal loudly and jump. Your knee collides with the bottom of the table causing a loud 'clunk!'.

All eyes were on you as you glared at Spencer, who was making no attempt at hiding the look of genuine amusement from his face. "Oh, Y/N, I didn't know you would be that ticklish!"

"Spencer!" You hissed, shooting him a look of betrayal.

"Ohhhh Y/N is ticklish?! How did I not know that! I'm kind of the tickle monster around here, you know" Emily winked and made ghostly tickle hands in your direction.

"Why is it fair that you always get to do the tickling? and I'm usually on the receiving end" Spencer grumbled, shooting out his slender arm, his fingers pinching your sides. You actually yelp and slap his hand on instinct. You didn't have time to speak before his grip landed on your lower ribs and began squeezing rapidy.

Oh no.

You squeal again and and an uncontrollable wave of giggles start to pour out of you, you wiggle around helplessly in your seat, partially paralysed by the shock of being tickled so purposefully. The sensation is so overwhelming that you forget even to be embarrassed. You manage to take a deep breath between giggles to yell "Oh my gohohd, stohop!!!"

Spencer's slender fingers retract immediately, and there's a round of excited giggles from the table. "I think Y/N might be the most ticklish on the team!" JJ exclaimed.

"Even worse than you, Spence" Added Emily.

"I hate you so much" You grumble in Spencers direction. "Ouch" He out his hands to his heart in faked offence. He had a broad toothy grin on his face as he said "Hey, since we finally learned something fun about you, we need to share it with the rest of the team"

Your mouth fell open. "Don't you da-"

"Derek, Hotch, Garcia get in here!" Emily yelled.

"No!" You hissed, your flustered blush already creeping back up your neck.

"Oh this is gonna be fun" JJ chuckled and gave you a reassuring wink and you sunk into your chair and covered your face with your hands yet again.

There may or may not have been an excited smile emerging beneath your fingers.

[auroras-blog37]

Rambling And Tickling

Ler: Reader

Lee: Spencer

Spencer and you are lounging in bed, a shared blanket draped over you two. You’re scrolling through your phone while Spencer is reading a thick book on neuroscience.

“Did you know tickling stimulates both the somatosensory cortex, which processes touch, and the anterior cingulate cortex, which registers pleasurable feelings?”

He says, his tone casual but his eyes alight with curiosity, you’re about to delve into another one of Spencer’s science rambles.

You look over at Spencer and then put your phone done so you can listen to him.

“Really?”

He nods, seeming to not have even taken his eyes off his book, but knows you’re listening intently to whatever ramble he goes on.

“Yes. Tickling stimulates the somatosensory cortex, which is responsible for processing touch sensations. And it triggers activity in the anterior cingulate cortex too - which registers pleasurable feelings, essentially, the brains reward centre. That’s why we laugh when we’re tickled.”

He says, his eyes finally rising up to yours with a small smile across his lips.

You smile softly as an idea comes into your head and poke his side.

He flinches quickly at your poke, letting out a small laugh. He’s ticklish. Very ticklish. You learnt that fact very quickly when you started dating.

“Like that?”

You say with a teasing smile, clearly amused.

He’s already laughing at just the poke, and he immediately shakes his head, trying to back up against the headrest.

“N-No. No you know I’m ticklish, don’t tease.”

He says between laughs, already bracing himself.

You giggle softly at his reaction and start poking his side over and over.

“I’m not teasing…”

He tries to protest further, but the laughs that come out of his mouth say otherwise. His head and body tilts to the side in an attempt to avoid your poking and his hands try to stop your pokes.

“Y-Yes you a-are…”

He can’t even get out a sentence without laughing even more, even with him trying to fight against it, he can’t help the way he’s giggling.

“Well you’re the genius here why don’t you tell me more scientific facts?”

You say as you continue poking.

He continues to laugh, and he’s still trying to back up against the headrest, even trying to squirm further away from you. The words stumble out his mouth in between laughs, desperately trying to think of some scientific fact.

“T-Tickling can also-“

He giggles loudly as you hit a more sensitive area.

“Can also boost the production of ‘E-endorphins’.”

“That’s what I’m doing right now! So I can’t stop…What else Spence?”

He whines lowly as he tries and fails to push away your hands again, not being good at self-defensive against being tickled. A few more laughs escape past his lips, and he struggles to get out a sentence, but he’s definitely putting effort into not just laughing the whole time.

“It-It can also reduce stress. And i-increase-“

He breaks out in more giggles as your pokes get slightly more intense.

“Increase? Increase what I can’t hear you?”

He groans loudly, his head thrashing left and right as he tries to avoid the tickling, but nothing works. His breaths are starting to get slightly heavier and his laughs are getting slightly higher pitched. But he finally manages to get a complete sentence out between laughs.

“I-Increase c-connections betwee-“

He laughs loudly again, but he attempts to go back to a more normal volume.

“Between motor neurons a-and sensory neurons.”

You nod your head as you continue tickling.

“Mkay…And if someone hits a very sensitive spot?”

The sentence has him immediately wincing through the giggling, knowing exactly where this is going, but he tries to answer anyway, even as his body instinctively twists and tries to writhe away from your poking hands.

“W-Well… if someone h-hitting a v-very sensitive spot… the brain’s d-danger response can be stronger and the p-person will laugh more.”

“Right, like when I go right here…”

Your hands quickly dive to Spencer’s hips as your thumbs drill into them.

His giggling and laughs get instantly higher pitched as your hands go to his hips. His whole head and body thrashes on the bed as he whines louder. His eyes widen slightly as he tries to stop your hands.

“W-Wait! W-Wait wait wait-“

“Ah I see, it makes the person sound like a little girl I get it…”

He tries to squirm away but your thumb and fingers are digging into his most sensitive area. His cheeks heat up as you tease him and he whines out again, his head still throwing from one side to another.

“N-No! I - I d-don’t sound like a g-girl. Y-You’re cheating.”

“And then what happens when the person finally stops tickling?”

He tries to catch his breath as you pause for a moment. His body slowly stops thrashing around and he looks at you with wide eyes, his curls messy across his forehead. His chest rises and falls quickly as he manages to gasp out a sentence.

“T-then the person can h-have a moment of relief before getting them back…”

“Or the person who was just tickled can leave the other person alone and be grateful they stopped?”

He groans as you say that, knowing he was the one that started all this by giving you those science facts and inadvertently setting himself up to be tickled. He gives in and rolls his head back so it hits the pillow underneath.

“Okay okay. Y-You’re right. I- I’ll be ‘grateful’ and not tickle you back.”

“Thanks Spence!”

You say as you finally stop tickling him.

He stays still and closes his eyes as his body recovers from the onslaught of tickles over his highly sensitive hips. He lets out a deep breath, finally feeling like he’s actually able to breathe again and he mutters out.

“You are evil.”

“I was just demonstrating on what you were rambling about…”

“Yes well… you were also enjoying my suffering.”

He says with an accusatory tone. He slowly rolls his head back to look up at you, a smile starting to form. His face is flushed red and his hair is messy, but the way he looks at you is affectionate and loving.

“Of course I was, you giggle like a 4 year old…”

He blushes a darker red, trying to get his breath back to normal. He pushes himself up onto his elbows so he’s looking down at you now.

“I do not giggle like a 4 year old… You just know my ticklish spots too well…”

“And I am forever thankful for that…”

You say with a smile as you poke his cheek mockingly.

He smiles softly at you, rolling his eyes at your poke. A light blush still dusts his cheeks and his breathing has become much more regulated.

“You enjoy teasing me far too much.”

[fanficsandfluff]

THE VERY END OF CRIMINAL MINDS SEASON 9 EPISODE 18 THAT IS ALL

[im-outofideas]

know when to walk away. know when to run.

fandom: criminal minds

w/c: 1943

content: fluff very cartoony goofy fluff

summary: morgan bets reid he can't go a day without rambling. reid takes him up on it.

a/n: i got a little carried away with everything that wasn't the main course but i promise it is there towards the end. open to criticism ☝️, i am still new at this and looking to improve.

p.s the penelope rant was all me i am penelope.

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Derek was starting to feel guilty. To an outside observer, nothing seemed unusual. Reid was sitting across from him on the jet, reading some book in Russian. At least he thought it was Russian. When he asked Reid if it was, he made a face which indicated it was not actually Russian. Any other day he would've corrected Derek on the fact it was Ukrainian (which Derek had to find out after looking the book up on his phone - tedious.) Any other day Reid would passionately explain away a passage in the book that particularly interested him. But today he was completely silent.

It was really starting to get to Derek. And he could tell the kid knew he was getting to him. Spencer would check his watch every so often, glimpse at him with a smug ass look on his face, then go back to his book. It was infuriating.

-----

The unsub they had been dealing with was a bride-killer. He targeted women during their bachelorette parties days before the women were set to be married. The only reason for him to pick such high-profile, high-risk women is if it were a compulsion.

“Maybe he’d gotten cheated on during his own bride’s bachelorette party,” Rossi said.

“Wouldn't he have to stalk these women for weeks to know they were getting married?” JJ questioned.

“Not necessarily,” said Morgan. “Wearing a bride-to-be sash like the victims were would be like waving a red cape at a bull.”

“It’s a common misconception but actually, bulls are colorblind. So it doesn't really matter what color the matador waves - it’s the cape’s movement that elicits an aggressive charge response in the bull.”

“...”

Everyone stared at Reid in a silence that stretched for seemingly forever. He shrunk under their intense gaze.

“Um, Morgan’s metaphor still applies here, though.”

Derek laughed the way he always did right before he teased Reid.

“I bet he can’t go a day without saying some completely unrelated fun fact during the investigation. He just can’t help himself.”

“It wasn’t completely unrelated..” Reid mumbled shyly, before speaking to be heard. “I can. But where's the fun in that?”

“You wanna put money on that?”

"Ooh, careful Morgan. Gambling with a Vegas boy is bound to go wrong." Rossi joked.

“The stakes are too unclear. And there would be too many technicalities. We'd argue over what constitutes as irrelevant to the investigation, what counts as a fun fact..” he trailed off as he realized the stares and silence were back.

“Okay, pretty boy. New stakes. I bet you can’t go without talking for… at least twelve hours. About anything.”

“Can I make any noise?”

“Hmm. Nah.”

“How much money?”

“Reid, Morgan, focus up.” Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose indignantly. “We need Reid to talk until the investigation is over. Then you can wager on your own time.” Hotch brought everyone’s attention back to catching the killer. From over his copy of the case file, Reid mouthed to Morgan. You’re on.

-----

It started right after the unsub was processed. Immediately after. As in, while Morgan was putting the suspect in cuffs, he had turned to Reid and said, “50 bucks?”

“Sure,” he replied. “Starting when?” The local PD came to take the unsub away.

“Now?”

Reid smiled confidently in response.

“Great work, everybody.” Hotch walked up to the team huddled inside the killer’s home. “Let’s get out of here. I’m buying coffee. What does everyone want?”

Reid opened his mouth to say something before pursing his lips. This would be harder than he thought.

-----

On the jet ride home, Derek had been trying to goad Reid into saying something. He facetimed Penelope.

“Hey mama, I got a question for you. Here, let me put you on speaker.”

“Oh! I love questions. You know I know everything. What’s up?”

He looked at Reid smugly as he talked, even though the kid was fixated on his book. “Why exactly does ‘Doctor Who’ spend so much time in places that look exactly like Earth when he's got a whole universe to explore? There ain’t no way Earth is more interesting than the entire universe.”

Oh my. The look on Reid’s face was devastating. The only time Morgan would ever willingly discuss Doctor Who, he couldn’t join the conversation. Derek’s heart would’ve broken if he hadn’t found it hilarious.

“...okay. Sweetheart, first of all, he is not called ‘Doctor Who.’ He’s called ‘The Doctor.’ Okay?” Penelope sighed, agitated. Some relief washed over Reid’s face as if that was what he wanted to say.

“Doctor Who is the name of the show. His identity is a mystery and he just goes by The Doctor. So people and alienfolk all go ‘Huh? What do you mean? Doctor Who?’ and that’s why the show is called that. You wouldn't call Captain Kirk 'Star Trek: The Original Series.'" Reid was positively pouting.

"Second of all, I heard about the little challenge you placed unto our baby genius and I will have no part in his torture. Tata.” Penelope hung up the phone.

Derek frowned and put the phone in his pocket. “Damn… I really was curious. Do you mind answering my question?” he taunted Reid with a toothy grin. Reid scowled and returned to his book. A true miracle he had so much self control over his hand gestures.

-----

Two hours had passed slowly and silently. It wasn’t fun anymore. Morgan had seen Reid perk up at least three times to infodump about the books he’s read during the flight, before he caught himself. Each time he was stupidly dejected afterward. Morgan didn’t love it. He hated it. The kid had been shut up his entire life by his peers and bullies. And now by his friends. His heart was actually starting to ache seeing his friend’s gaze become more and more distant.

“Hey, kid. Let’s just call it off.”

Spencer met his eyes and raised a brow.

“I wanna hear about the story. Genuinely.”

Spencer looked down at his watch, then crossed his arms. Morgan scoffed.

“Seriously, you want the 50 dollars that bad? There’s still an hour left before we land.” He didn't want to see Reid be depressed for the entire remainder of the flight. And the longer it went, it seemed less likely he'd be up for talking even after the time limit. Morgan couldn't handle that.

“C’mon man, it’s unhealthy for a brain to store so much information without an outlet. You’ll explode.”

Spencer smiled and huffed out of his nose. His eyes went wide. He awkwardly looked over to the side at nothing.

“..Was that a noise?” Spencer frowned and shook his head. A figmental lightbulb went off over Derek’s head.

He walked over to sit side-by-side with Spencer, who eyed him cautiously. He sighed. Maybe it was inappropriate to play dirty, but Spencer wasn't exactly giving him an option.

“Listen, we can do this the easy way. Where you open your mouth right now and call me an asshole for ever suggesting this stupid bet in the first place. Or we can do this, uh…” he grinned impishly, wiggling the fingers of one of his hands. “..the hard way.”

Spencer’s jaw clenched at the implication. He braved a face of nonchalance and for a moment, Derek thought maybe he wasn’t even ticklish. Or maybe he didn’t think Derek would actually do it. They were in front of their boss after all, their unit chief of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Behavioral Analysis Unit. Not in grade school.

But then Derek saw the red of his ears slowly make its way down to his cheeks and decided he couldn’t help himself. Plus, the kid wasn’t talking.

"Okay, have it your way."

It was childish, Derek would be the first to admit it. But he’d kill two birds with one stone. End the bet, and get Reid to smile a bit.

He wiggled an index finger lightly at the side of Spencer’s neck, which immediately got trapped. Spencer reached up to pull the hand out, before his wrist was snatched and Derek clawed at his ribs.

To Derek’s surprise, Spencer stayed quiet. His physical reaction, however, made up for it. He jerked and contorted so hard his back ended up on the seat of his chair. One leg curled up to protect the attacked side, while the other sprawled over Derek.

He kept his lips and eyes shut so tight they quivered.

“You’re kidding.” Derek was indignant. This was the most stubborn he’d ever seen him. “You can’t keep this up for an hour.”

After spending some time there, he moved up into his underarm. Spencer broke out into an open mouth grin and another spasm. But still no noise.

Derek let go of his wrist - bicep burning from Spencer's struggle against him - to use both his hands to tickle. Something happened that completely bewildered him.

Spencer was laughing. He was trembling, his stomach was tense, and his throat bobbed as it always did when he laughed. But it was silent. How the hell was he doing that? Why was he just taking it? Is he really going to endure this torture for the rest of the flight?

If he could, oh man. There was no way in hell Derek would stop. This was a much better sight than the sad quiet Spencer from earlier. He just wished he could hear it.

Derek was broken out of his thoughts when he saw tears fall from Spencer’s eyes, which suddenly looked much more desperate. He was turning a concerning shade of red. The drawback of silent laughter finally registered in Derek’s brain.

“Woah Jesus, kid! Breathe!” Derek immediately stilled his hands, reaching instead to grab hold of Reid’s face. It was hot to the touch. He quickly wiped away Reid's tears, which felt a bit intimate, but he didn't want the team to see he had accidentally tickled their greatest asset into crying. He figured Reid wouldn't want them to see either.

Derek helped him sit upright. Spencer breathed hard, a smile gracing his face as he peacefully closed his eyes in relief and weariness. His lips shaped in a circle to steady his breathing.

Absolutely infuriating. He would have passed out before he lost. It was a battle of wills, and even when Derek held all the cards, he folded first.

He wondered why Spencer was going so far for something so dumb. If he was trying to prove something to himself, to his team, to all the bullies who shut him up, Morgan would never live down the guilt. He hoped it was as simple as Reid just being a competitive little shit.

He groaned. “Okay, fine! You win, Spencer. You proved your point. You know how to stay quiet. Hell, not even I could…" he cleared his throat. "..uh, the point is, you won. You can have the 50 bucks. Please just talk to me.”

Spencer was still panting, the smile on his face seemed permanent. “You're.. an asshole,” he breathed. “And a cheater.”

“Yeah, I know.” Derek laughed.

“I still won, though. Whew."

“Yeah, yeah..” Relief. He was a competitive little shit.

"Can't believe you couldn't take just three hours of me not talking! You must really love learning."

He scoffed. "Whatever." Alright. The kid was starting to get cocky.

“Hasn't anyone ever told you cheaters never prosper?"

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” He pinched at his side and Spencer laughed. Audibly, this time. Garcia would call it a swoon-worthy sound. Maybe those were his words.

He pulled out his government issued wallet before his hand was stopped. “Oh. I don’t actually want your money.”

“A bet’s a bet, Reid. You earned it fair and square.”

“You wouldn’t take it if you had won.” Spencer smiled. “Just buy me a coffee when we land. I didn’t get any earlier.”

Derek shrugged. If he took any lesson away from this, it was that the doctor was stubborn. “Alright, fine by me.”

“And listen when I say the whole point of the Doctor’s archetype is to love Earth - specifically humanity - and for logistical reasons it’s just more convenient for the setting to be on Earth or on a planet that resembles Cardiff, Wales..” Here we go. Spencer rambled on, speaking quickly and more with his hands than anything. Derek rolled his eyes, but he sat back and listened.

[hotwritergf]

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.

[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.

[laughterisorange]

FIT TEST

A Criminal Minds Tickle Fic

(Post S9ep18, no spoilers dw)

Lee: Morgan

Lers: Reid and Garcia

Enjoy ~

“I kinda already had your fit test waved.”

Garcia stilled, sharing a glance with Reid, both of them panting on the turf. 

“What?” Reid said.

Garcia sat up higher as Morgan continued. “Yeah, Baby Girl, think about it - you’re not even in the field.” 

Morgan nodded over at Reid. “And Pretty Ricky, you already got enough case hours to qualify.” Reid slowly looked over at Garcia, who mirrored his incredulity. 

Morgan chuckled with a grin. “This was just a good time for me,” Morgan said.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Garcia stated quietly.

“If I can manage to lift my arms, I’ll hold him down.”

“I’m regaining strength.”

Morgan, still wearing a shit eating grin, keeps talking. “I told you you should have said something -” Garcia begins to rise up unsteadily to her feet. 

“ - I said - Hey, uh-uh hey -” Morgan moves back, suddenly realizing he’s about to be attacked. “Oh, oh oh,” Morgan bounces back on the turf dodging out of the way of Garcia’s swinging arms, as she charges him, Reid close behind once he stumbles upright. “You’re gettin it now!” Garcia growls at him, but she’s grinning too.

Morgan runs backwards shuffling out of the way again with Garcia in hot pursuit, yelling at him all the while.

Reid runs up, cutting Morgan off from his escape, and Morgan dives to the side to get away. “Get him!”

Morgan rolls between the two of them, misjudging his momentum and ending on his back as the two agents clamber on top of him.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Garcia yells.

Reid hits him in the leg, as Garcia goes straight for his ribs, digging and causing Morgan to flinch with a laugh.

“Oh, you like that,” Reid asks playfully, digging in behind his knees himself.

Morgan guffaws, attempting to shove them off, but to no avail, the two demons beginning their merciless attacks, strength restored.

“AHahaha, Ehehehehe!”

“How about here, huh? Huh?” Garcia scribbles on his stomach through his shirt, and Derek practically yips, before dissolving into giggles.

“Nahahaha Babe- ehehehe baby girl, dohohon’t!”

“Ohhh what the big bad Derek Morgan can’t take some tickling?!” Reid teased.

“Youhuhu’re the one to tahahahalk!”

“Oooo that is it,” Reid pulled himself up closer to Morgan’s hips.

“Get him Reid, make him eat his words!”

“No - nononono - do not, Reid, Reheheid I swear - Dah - DOHOHOHON’T!” 

Reid barely wasted a glance at Morgan, sealing his impending doom with sharp squeezes to his hips, relentless and quick.

Morgan was in hysterics. Garcia, teasing at his neck and collarbones, while Reid switched back and forth from his hips to digging in between his ribs. The Good Doctor sure knew his way around bones.

“Yeild!” Morgan shouted, “I yield, I yield!”

Garcia and Reid slowed their fingers, and got up. “Think he learned his lesson?” Reid asked Garcia, the two looking down at the still panting substitute trainer. 

“Oh yeah, he’s not gonna try anything.” 

Morgan looked at them from his spot on the ground, sitting up. “You… have ten seconds to run.”

“Spoke too soon!” Garcia and Reid raced off, Morgan chuckling at them before pushing himself to his feet. He shook his head with a mirthful huff, jogging after them. He’d catch up eventually.

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I have been binging Criminal Minds for the past 3 months, watching it for the first time, and was inspired to write this Drabble, seeing the out scene of that episode. Too perfect of a setup to pass up! 🧡

[potatohater]

Oh come on kid, loosen up

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid (Hotch in background)

Words: 327

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“Hey–” Spencer jerked to the side after he felt a few pokes landing on his sides and ribs, he tried to mask every suspicion it could cause by rubbed his torso as if someone just hurt him

This someone was nobody but Derek Morgan

“Hold on pretty boy, what was that?” Derek quirked his eyebrow and smirked at younger man next to him

“Nothing..?” Reid’s tone was more of a question than an answer, but by seeing mischievous gleam in Morgan’s eyes he decided to take a step back “You just startled me, that’s all” he said, looking at papers in front of him, refusing to make an eye contact

It was the end of the day in BAU, and almost everybody had left but two agents finishing their paperwork, and Hotch sitting in his office overtime like always

“Oh come on kid, loosen up” Morgan’s face stretched in a grin as he brushed his fingers under Spencer’s chin, his grin turned into fond smile as he heard a few giggles coming out of smaller man. Spencer slapped his hand, trying to get away

“Don’t–“ He was cut off again by the quiet stream of laughter coming out of his mouth when Derek tickled his ribs again, chuckling along side with him

“I didn’t even know you could laugh” Morgan teased, putting his hands away and receiving an elbow to his side “Oof” he faked his pain

Reid’s face was lightly pink on his cheeks and ears, and you couldn’t even see what changed, but Derek could tell it by the sparkle in his eyes, and small smile melting on his lips

“Didn’t want to interrupt, but you should be home by now” Hotch’s voice rang through office, making both agents jump

Spencer’s blush grew darker and Morgan bared his teeth in a smile, seeing Hotch looking at them with a fond and amused smile on his own face

Derek is gonna let him go,, for now

[pastelpiggielol]

New Years - an Emily Prentiss x OC + Spencer Reid TicFic

So I just finished writing this for my wonderfully amazing boyfriend and his reaction was absolutely incredible so I feel it’s only fair that I share it with the rest of the gremlins that like this stuff too!

Word count: 3372

Genre: fluff, tickling

Characters: Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss Quinn Kaldas (OC)

The trio were sat comfortably at the small, round table waiting for the new years countdown to hit 00:00. Emily, who usually went all out for anything celebratory, chose to stay in with her lover and best friend since Spencer never enjoyed parties much and Quinn was feeling a little fragile thanks to their unfortunately timed menstrual cycle. This left the three of them sat together in Emily's new house playing various card games and talking themselves in circles of laughter. Notably, Emily had poked fun at how embarrassed Spencer and Quinn both got whenever anything to do with tickling gets mentioned.

"But you're so cute when you go all red and embarrassed!" She laughed while the other two fought to hide their faces behind their cards.

"Maybe to you, its mortifying for us." Quinn grumbled.

"Yeah, what are we supposed to do? It's like if someone brought up your most embarrassing memory in conversation and then laughed at you for getting embarrassed about it. You're all evil and I hate you." Spencer huffed with a smile.

"Aww, you don't mean that! If you hated us you wouldn't get so excited whenever we do tickle you." She teased with a big grin.

"Shut uppppp!" they both whined in unison, their faces red behind their cards.

"No way, in fact! I have an idea!" Emily announced with an evil glint in her eye.

"I don't like where this is going." Quinn whispered to Spencer.

"Me neither." He whispered back.

"No you will! I'll go get my UNO game and we'll play it totally normally." She started, clearly excited to reveal whatever twist she had hidden up her sleeve.

"And?" Spencer prompted.

"Aaand, I'll tickle the winner until one of you doesn't want to play anymore." She smiled sweetly as though she hadn't just concocted the worlds most evil, diabolical, heinous plan ever conceived. Quinn and Spencer said nothing but shared an equally skeptical look before reluctantly agreeing to play.

"You're not going to make this super unfair or anything are you?" Quinn whined as Emily started to shuffle and deal the cards.

"Of course not! Whoever gets tickled is determined by whoever wins the game, totally up to chance. I get to sit here with my wine and watch everything unfold." She smiled saccharine sweet and slid the cards to each of them. "Go!" She grinned proudly and sat back to observe.

"I can't tell if I want to win or not." Quinn laughed nervously.

"I can, it'll be so much worse having to watch her get you with no promise I'll get a turn." Spencer spoke quickly and laid his first card.

"Oh shit, yep you're right that's worse, sorry but you're not winning this thing." They laughed, and with their instant rivalry, the game begun. Emily was having the time of her life, watching them get so unbelievably stressed about such a simple game. At one point she though Quinn might jump across the table and hit Spencer after he made them pick up 6.

"Hey! You can't do that! He can't do that!" Quinn shouted in despair as Spencer laid 2 cards together.

"Hmm let me see." Emily pondered, checking the cards laid. "Nope, he can do that, they're the same number and the same colour so yep, they can be placed at the same time." She confirmed smugly.

"Thank you! UNO." He grinned evilly at Quinn who looked nothing less than furious.

"I swear if you have a green or a nine I'm going to kill you." They threatened as they lay their green nine atop his blue nines. The mere second of suspense felt longer than anything they had ever had to wait for until he, very smugly, laid a green 2 on the top of the pile and showed off his now empty hands.

"We have a winner!" Emily cheered as Spencer raised his arms in triumph.

"Sorry Quinn, better luck next time." He apologised insincerely. However, he was cut off by his own yelp as Emily snuck behind him whilst he was gloating and had attacked him under his arms. In an instant, he snapped his arms down in an attempt to stifle her attack but just ended up trapping her hands against one of his most ticklish spots. All he could feel was Emily's fingers worming mercilessly into the ticklish skin and muscle where they were pinned, he tried his best to hold back his reactions in front of Quinn but her hands were just too much. Within moments he became a laughing, wriggling mess as he simultaneously leaned into the tickles while trying to fight it. His mind was a complete turmoil of happiness and laughter and overwhelming embarrassment that he was being watched.

Quinn glared down at the cards they had slammed to the table in frustration, however their anger was cut off by Spencer's tell-tale squeal. They snapped their attention to the scene in front of them: Spencer screwing his face tight with a wide grin while Emily had her hands pinned under his arms. They could tell he was trying to hold back and in an instant, they felt their face burn hotter than the surface of the sun. The way Emily was grinning in smug pride while Spencer could barely hold himself together made them want to entirely disappear. Their chest burned with desperation to get away from them, but the most they could do was bury their face in their hands so they didn't have to look.

"Stop hiding baby! Why are you hiding your cute face?" She teased as she continued her attack on the now hysterical man in front of them.

"Shut up!" They whined, sinking into their chair.

"You won't get tickled for as long if you can't watch him fall to pieces, you know how much better it makes it when you're being watched." She probed, her voice low and sing-song. Very reluctantly, Quinn pulled their hands away from their eyes and watched as Spencer struggled to stay still, his laughter almost drowning out Emily's teasing. Their face burned so hot they thought they might combust and they hugged their knees close to shrink themself as much as possible. They would actually be content in that moment for the gates of hell to open beneath them and swallow them whole rather than have to watch Spencer get tickled.

After far too long, Emily finally slid her hands away from Spencer's body as he started to catch his breath. With the most shit eating grin she had ever worn, she sat back in her chair and took a smug swig of her wine before scooping the cards up, shuffling them, and dealing them all over again.

"Round two, same rules. Quinn starts because they lost." Emily stated as the pair started to organise their hands.

"And it wont happen again. You're both the worst." They grumbled as they begun the second round. This round was just as intense as the previous round, if not more because Quinn was dealing with the lasting effect of watching Spencer get tickled while also knowing they were fighting for their turn or else it would happen again. The thought of having to watch again was more terrifying than the thought of being tickled in front of a spectator. Every card that they were able to place was like a little shot of electricity through their stomach and every time they had to pick up made them feel nothing short of distraught. As tension rose and rose between them both, the speed of the round increased with cards being slammed to the table as fast as they could.

"No!" Spencer laughed as he was forced to pick up two.

"Payback!" Quinn grinned as they stared down at their three cards and laid a blue seven.

"Just for that, I'm making you pick up." He huffed and set a plus four onto the pile.

"You bastard!" They shouted, whining at every card they had to pick up. He then proceeded to lay a yellow six.

"That's the ONE colour I don't have! Emily he's cheating!" They whined , pointing at Spencer accusingly.

"No he isn't sweetheart, trust me I've got eagle eyes on both of you. No cheating at my table." She hummed while drinking her red wine, which earned a loud, infuriated growl from Quinn as they very reluctantly picked up from the deck.

"I just need yellow PLEASE." They begged the deck as they slid the red eight into their growing hand. And in 2 swift moves from Spencer, the game was over.

"What? What happened??" They stared at the pile in sheer confusion, they hadn't even heard him say uno.

"I had a yellow three and a yellow skip so I payed the skip first so you couldn't block me, said uno and then laid the last card. Short story: I won." He grinned, smug as ever.

"Oh that's unlucky baby, still want to play?" Emily cooed as she moved ever so slowly toward Spencer as he stared at her in anticipation. 

"Shut up." They pouted and tried to stare at the table. Seconds later, Spencer lit up in a frenzy of laughter and squeals, the table shaking slightly as he wriggled around. They tried with all their might to keep their eyes locked on the table, despite being able to feel their face growing redder by the second. And then Emily started to speak.

"Does it tickle Spence? Does it tickle when I do this?" She teased as she prodded and poked his ribs and sides. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" She chanted with the widest smile. Both Quinn and Spencer yelled a simultaneous tirade of protests and incoherent yelling. Quinn felt as though their organs were trying to squirm out of their body and they didn't blame them, Emily was being nothing less than the devil reincarnate. They hid helplessly in the neck of their hoodie, peeking occasionally at the scene in front of them and every time they did they only grew more and more flustered. And jealous.

All they could think about beyond the embarrassment was how much they wanted Emily to tickle them. She knew their body inside and out and knew all their most ticklish spots. They didn't have to think to know that Emily would tickle them the best way every single time and knowing their chance to receive that hinged on their ability to outplay Spencer in a card game made their chest ache. And then they realised. 

"Emily!! You're so horrible!! You knew he would win, he always wins card games!" They shouted out above Spencer's raucous laughter.

"Took you long enough sweetheart! I just know how much you love it when other people get tickled!" She smiled saccharine sweet as she continued her attack on Spencer, who by this point was almost a perfect ball. All they could do was whine in despair as they watched, again wanting nothing more than for their skeleton to leave their skin and disappear forever. 

Finally, after far far too long, Spencer called time out to catch his breath and Emily took her seat between them again.

"Do you want a third round?" She asked Quinn, prying their hand from their face and kissing it softly. Quinn didn't utter a word, rather they shook their head and grunted in the universal grump language for 'no'. "Aww that's a shame, don't you want a turn?" She cooed.

"Duh but I wont get one if I have to play against him." They grumbled with their face squished against their knees.

"Then maybe you deserve a little participation reward, what do you think Spence?" Emily asked with a faux kindness that meant she was bout to become the most evil woman on Earth. Spencer, having just about caught his breath, nodded fervently. "Majority rules then." She smirked before standing up and moving toward Quinn. In an instant, their heart was racing and their entire body tensed up in anticipation. Her hands hovered around their waist and stomach, floated up to their neck and armpits and sunk toward their ribs. Their heart was practically in their throat and their skin prickling so strongly they thought they could feel the ghosts of her hands tingling across their skin. 

That was until Emily made contact. The instant that her fingers met the skin of Quinn's neck, they let out a shriek and snapped their head backward to attempt to block her attack. However, in doing so, they only redirected her hands to their underarms where she scribbled, dug and wormed just the same way she had done to Spencer and sent Quinn's shrieking into uncontrollable writhing and squealing, their arms flailing while trying to pin their elbows to their sides. Their eyes were screwed tightly shut so all they could hear was Emily chanting "Tickle tickle tickleeee!" in their ear and laughing at their suffering. 

Eventually, she freed her hands from the vice like grip of their arms and began her assault on their ribs, prodding, poking, jabbing and digging at each and every spot she knew would light Quinn up like a firework. And it worked flawlessly. They were screaming, laughing, writhing and cursing her out like it was the last thing that would ever happen to them. In truth, they thought maybe it would be the last thing they do because they felt as though they could die at any second. And once again, Emily's words were like gasoline to a forest fire.

"Come on Spence! Don't hide, come join in! I'm sure they'll love it if you tickle them too!" She beckoned while dodging Quinn's attacking arms. At first all they could hear was a muffled grunt before his chair scraped across the floor. Their heart filled with adrenaline and Emily's tickling became the most overwhelming feeling there could ever possibly be. It exploded throughout their body as though they had sugar pumping through their veins. And the sugar exploded further when they felt Spencer's large, warm hands snake below their hoodie and t-shirt and lightly run across their stomach. It was common knowledge between them that their stomach was easily their most ticklish spot so just the simple, light caressing was enough to turn their head into a clouded mess. Emily continued tickling their ribs and underarms while Spencer slowly teased them, his fingers spidering tantalisingly over their skin. 

They couldn't form a coherent thought if they tried, Spencer's tickling felt as though the breath was being sucked right out of their lungs as soon as they took a breath. They were laughing so hard they were beginning to feel lightheaded but they simply couldn't tell them to stop. If anything, they wanted Spencer to hurry up and commit to what he was doing. And as if he read their mind, he started to scribble and spider rapidly across their skin, sending them into a state of mindless bliss. Their laughter was so hard they couldn't even hear Emily's ceaseless taunts over the blood rushing through their ears (thankfully). They were even writhing so much they were almost falling off their chair. The charade only came to an end when they managed to kick the underside of the table with full force and hurt their shin.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Emily asked, instantly pulling her hands away and checking their leg for wounds.

"Ah! Crap that hurt." They hissed, screwing their face up in pain.

"Should I get an ice pack?" Offered Spencer. Emily nodded and he scurried away to fetch a bag of ice.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll put you in a safer place next time okay?" Emily apologised sweetly and gently, petting their hair and holding their hand as they breathed through the throbbing pain. Spencer eventually returned and placed the ice pack on the red mark on their shin.

"Let's play something else for a while, it's still a few hours until midnight." He suggested and started to clear up the UNO cards.

"Good idea, why don't we watch a movie? That should take us up to the countdown on TV." Emily agreed. The three conversed about which movie to watch and landed on Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back and sat together on the sofa - Quinn with their leg propped on a stool so the ice pack could stay balanced - with snacks to watch the movie. 

By the time the movie ended, the clock read 11:52pm and Quinn's pain was receding by the second. They decided to be done with the bag of now slightly cold water and tough out the aching pain as they stood up and fetched drinks for them all. For such a small celebration, this was easily one of their favourite New Years Eve's they'd ever had. When they came back - three champagne glasses in hand - the New Years broadcast was on TV showing the crowd of people waiting for the New York ball to drop. 

"You both know the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne right?" They asked as they sat between the two.

"Of course, its a traditional Scottish song that's been a staple of New Years Eve in many countries for centuries - since the mid 19th century in fact - and the true Scottish tradition is to sing the lyrics while everyone is stood in a circle with their arms crossed over their chest and holding hands with the people beside them. In the traditional dance everyone runs toward the middle at the end of the song but since New Years is usually celebrated in large groups, that part of the tradition is often missed out of fear of getting hurt." Spencer rambled with his characteristic goofy little smile.

"Cool, why do you know that?" Asked Quinn in bemusement. He simply shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV which now showed the countdown at 05:42.

"Five minutes until its the New Year, guess I wont be tickling you until 2010." She laughed to herself and earned a groan and sharp nudge from Quinn.

"Shut up, you're evil and I think you should go to hell to be with the rest of the devils down there." They huffed, watching the numbers tick below four minutes.

"No you don't, you'd miss me." She smiled at Quinn's disapproval. The next few minutes of build up was mostly silence as they watched the broadcast until the timer was on its last fifteen seconds. The trio stood up in front of the TV to count down alongside the crowd on the screen, drinks in hand.

"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They all chanted in unison as the ball dropped on TV. Emily hurried to pull Quinn into an excited kiss, both smiling into it before taking a deep drink of their champagne. Moments later, the crowd began to sing Auld Lang Syne as it blared over the loud speakers at the gathering.

"Let's do the thing!" Quinn said excitedly, crossing their arms over their chest and reaching for Emily and Spencer's hands. They both followed suit and they began to happily sing the traditional song, all three smiling their happiest most beautiful smiles.

"Oh Quinn!" Emily called once the song was over, still holding each others hands.

"Yeah?" They responded quickly.

"Happy New Years!" She yelled before darting behind them and attacking their sides with tickles before they could move their hands to defend themself. Naturally, they screamed and started to writhe like a fish out of water, their laughter filling the entire room.

"Emily! That's so mean! Ah!" They cried between howling laughter.

"What? I told you I wouldn't tickle you until 2010 and now it's 2010!" She remarked proudly as she supported their weight while ruthlessly scribbling and jabbing her fingers into their skin. As they had before, they were overcome with feelings of happiness and joy, that wonderful sugary feeling zooming through their veins as they leant into their girlfriend's arms. This tickling was different from what she had been doing before, she was being gentler and more loving, holding their body close and peppering their cheek and neck with ticklish kisses. Their giggles and squeals drowned out the sound of the TV and all they could see through their barely open eyes was Spencer giving them both his wide, gorgeous smile and his face as red as his jumper. There was absolutely no denying that this was the best New Years Eve ever.