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cringemesstickles · 4 months

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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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magpiefngrl · 1 year

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Criminal Minds my arse. You know what's criminal? Morgan and Reid not kissing each other that's what

#morgan x reid #is there a ship name?#criminal minds #it is absolutely TORTURING #having them on the same frame but they're not kissing #slowly making my way thru season 3 #and I want to write a fic for each episode #in which they'll finish the case and go bang #like THEYRE MEANT TO #moreid #As ive been kindlt informed

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nhasablogg · 8 months

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Three times Spencer denied being ticklish

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Derek, Spencer

Summary: ...and one time he admitted it.

A/N: Commission for @barnesrogers-blog! Thank you so much for your commission, but most importantly for your patience as I went through five different writers block phases while writing this!

Words: 3k

It was raining, which was annoying on a normal day but was slightly terrifying while on the jet. Even after years of sleeping, working and trying to force his body to relax on this thing, Derek still felt a slight apprehension about how out of control they technically were up there. He knew it was a logical concern. He knew it wasn’t an actual fear of flying, but simply overthinking on his part. He hid it from everyone anyway.

Spencer’s knee knocked into his, but when Derek turned to look at him he had his eyes shut, head leaning against the window at an angle that couldn’t be comfortable. Derek let his eyes wander over to said window, watching the gray, cold and wet which they were literally flying through as they soared over Georgia. He exhaled slowly, just loud enough for Spencer to hear had he been awake, which Derek knew he was. All the years on this thing and he knew exactly when his team members were actually asleep or not.

“What are the probabilities of a plane crashing during bad weather?” he asked and Spencer perked up instantly, although he didn’t start reciting any type of statistics as soon as he opened his eyes. That surprised him.

“I don’t think you want me to actually answer that right now,” he said instead, eyes darting from Derek to the window and back to Derek.

Derek huffed. “I’m not scared.”

“I never said you were.” He tilted his head, eyebrows raised. “It just seems like a stupid thing to talk about right now.”

“So you’re scared.”

Spencer leaned back, something amused crossing his face. It made Derek feel embarrassed for some inexplicable reason. He looked away, even as Spencer said, “I’m not, but-”

He turned back, pointing at him. “Ah. ‘But’ means that there is a smidge of truth to it.”

“That’s not true?”

“It’s okay to admit it, Reid.” Derek reached out to pat his knee. “We won’t judge.”

“Morgan, you don’t have to disguise your own fear-”

“I said-” He squeezed his knee. “-it’s okay- oh. Oho.” He dragged the sound out, grinning as Spencer withdrew his leg. “That’s new.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And that’s even newer.”

Spencer seemed to fight an internal battle between keeping his gaze on Derek and looking away out of pure embarrassment, if the blush spreading over his cheeks was any indication. Derek grinned, realizing what an opportunity it was to have an apparently ticklish Spencer Reid trapped beside him on a jet.

“Where else are you ticklish?”

“I’m not.”

“Just your knees then?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I mean they’re not either.”

“Kid, you do realize how easily I can disprove that, right?”

Spencer didn’t reply, only finally looked away, as if plotting his escape and discovering it was fruitless. Still he didn’t budge, made no move to cover sensitive spots. It made Derek uncertain.

“I’ll leave you be,” he said, patting his leg just to see his reaction (a brief twitch, eyes darting back to him). “This time.”

Spencer shifted in his seat. “You’ll find nothing next time either.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

Derek found himself watching Spencer more the coming weeks, and he wasn’t always aware of it, or aware of why. Spencer making coffee, Spencer hunched over his desk, focused or bored or tired. Derek’s eyes would scan the room before inevitably ending up on him, taking in the way he looked when distracted, taking in how he would pretend he wasn’t feeling Derek’s gaze on him after catching him several times before. Derek only realized he was staring when it was brought up, or if he’d been staring for long enough that his mind caught up with him.

“He’s pretty, right?” Emily would tease, and Derek rolled his eyes each time because it was no secret that Derek found him pretty.

The why always came in random flashes, made up images of Spencer bending over as Derek tickled his sides glued to his retinas for longer than he was willing to admit. It wasn’t even always he himself doing the tickling in his fantasies (not that kind of fantasy), but they always had Spencer, giggling, squirming, reacting in ways that didn’t match his claims of not being ticklish at all, nor his actual reaction of extracting himself from the situation as best as he could.

Derek was becoming strangely obsessed with it, maybe due to Spencer’s denial. It wasn’t like him to hide his humanity, even if it made him feel vulnerable. But then again, it wasn’t necessarily his team mates’ jobs to point out said humanity either.

“Why are you staring at me?”

Spencer had an air of defiance when Derek snapped back to reality this time. He didn’t blame him. The case involved someone preying on patients at a psych ward which was known for its excellent care of schizophrenia inpatients. Derek had no doubt Spencer was picturing his mother as the next victim, even though she wasn’t even in the same state.

Derek shook his head. “Sorry. It’s not- It’s not what you think.”

Spencer hadn’t called out Derek’s staring much before, which emphasized his state of mind. Maybe the jet felt too crowded, too many pairs of eyes flickering to him, and so Derek’s seemingly persistent observance was too much. Derek hadn’t even realized he’d been watching him; could barely recall what Spencer had been doing for the past few minutes that his gaze had apparently been glued to him.

“I’m fine, you know,” Spencer said, his voice sharp as he crossed his arms. “You don’t have to keep checking on me.”

“I’m not,” Derek said, wondering how to approach this. “That’s not why I’m staring.”

“So you admit you were staring?”

“I admit I wasn’t aware I was staring until you pointed it out.”

“But why were you staring?”

“I’ll tell you,” Derek said, trying to sound nonchalant. “But you’ll have to promise not to shut down on me.”

Hesitation crossed his face, but he straightened, as if bracing for impact. “Deal.”

Derek leaned back, aiming for a casual tone. “I was just thinking about how you’re ticklish, that’s all.”

He did his best not to show it, but he was examining Spencer’s reaction closely, wondering if he was reigning anything in due to them being on the jet, or if he felt more comfortable not being fully alone with him. Derek didn’t like the sound of the latter, but who was he to know of Spencer’s relationship to tickling anyway? Maybe he hated it so much that he was grateful Derek didn’t do anything. He knew Spencer had sensory issues, so maybe it truly was his biggest nightmare.

“That’s-” Spencer started, but Derek cut him off.

“A weird thing to think about? I know. But one of our last interactions on here was me accidentally tickling you and you denying it tickled, so.” He shrugged, trying to pretend it hadn’t consumed most of his waking moments. “It’s not too random.”

“I guess not.” Spencer didn’t move away, made no move to try to shield anything, and Derek didn’t launch an attack even though it could be natural now. Was almost expected that he would squeeze his knee and ask if he was still denying it. But it didn’t feel right, not like this, with Spencer obviously uncomfortable and with Hotch and JJ having a conversation right behind them.

“I don’t know,” he said, unsure of where his words were going even as he said them. “It’s just- cute?”

“To be ticklish?” It didn’t evade Derek that Spencer avoided referencing himself in the sentence. “It’s natural.”

“And yet it embarrasses us. Isn’t that weird?”

“It’s only like that because society has turned it into something to be ashamed of as it’s seen as a weakness.”

“But it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Spencer licked his lips. “Not from an evolutionary viewpoint, no.”

“So why are you?” Spencer didn’t reply. “See, you’re starting to blush, even though you just said it’s a natural thing for humans to be.”

Spencer exhaled. “I never said human emotions are rational.”

“If it’s me tickling you that bothers you I can promise I won’t do it. As much as I want to, because I know for a fact you have more spots than your knees, you have to.” Derek knew his teasing might be taking it too far, but the conversation was slightly too serious for his liking.

Spencer’s blush had spread, but he finally - finally - let out a laugh. “I hate you so much.”

“Ah.” Derek pointed at him. “I bet you would hate me even more if I did it.” He hovered his hand over Spencer, not touching, not aiming for a specific spot, but still Spencer visibly tensed up, a small smile spreading over his face this time. “I won’t, but I’m just showing you it could be worse.”

“I told you I’m not ticklish.”

“Oh yeah?” He wiggled his fingers in the air and Spencer, hilariously enough, slapped his hand away.

Derek must’ve pavloved Spencer into crumbling into a semi-defensive, somewhat timid version of himself each time Derek looked at him, which wasn’t really what Derek wanted. What did he want? He wasn’t sure. But something about Spencer denying such a human part of himself, while his body betrayed him entirely, fascinated him. It wasn’t like him to do that.

They were on the jet - why were they always on the jet? - and Derek was so bored out of his mind that he’d started looking at Spencer out of habit, knowing subconsciously that it would turn into something fun, at the very least earn him a huff and crossed arms and slight color tinting Spencer’s cheekbones. And maybe it was unethical for Derek to use something which clearly embarrassed him for his own entertainment, but he felt desperate. Was two seconds away from throwing himself out of the plane just to feel something other than the seat beneath him type of desperate.

“Stop.” Spencer said it without looking at him, head ducked as he turned the page of his book. “Not in the mood.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You were thinking about it.”

“Was not.”

Spencer looked up at him without moving his head, giving the air of a disappointed teacher and Derek nearly laughed. “Okay, well, don’t start thinking about it now either.”

“Well, not my fault you reminded me.” “This conversation is so cryptic,” Emily said, suddenly popping up from behind Spencer. “I’m intrigued.”

Spencer looked up at her with a grimace. “It’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing. Derek?”

“I would tell you,” Derek said, making Spencer’s head snap back toward him, a glare at the ready. “But I quite like sitting on this by myself. Sorry.”

Emily’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll get it out of you.”

“How exactly will you do that?”

“You could tickle him,” Spencer said nonchalantly, although Derek could tell it was anything but nonchalant and he could tell the moment Spencer regretted it. Hoping for a distraction, but landing on the topic he was avoiding. Not the best exit strategy.

“I could.” Emily was smirking now and Derek wondered if he needed to be nervous about it. “I’m not sure he’s ticklish, but I can find it out.”

“I know he is.” Derek pointed at Spencer. “Established ticklish and much closer to you. I’m sure he’ll spill the beans in no time, go ahead.”

“I’m not,” Spencer said, leaving his seat so quickly Derek nearly got whiplash. “I need to suddenly talk to Hotch, excuse me.”

“I can tickle you next to Hotch, too,” Emily said, but she didn’t move. Derek wondered if Spencer would hate him forever if he did it instead of her.

Hotch looked up when Spencer settled beside him, an eyebrow raised, having heard it all, and that seemed to fluster Spencer more than anything. Derek felt bad. He hadn’t meant to display his humanity like that.

…and one time he admitted it.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked later, after they’d landed and recouped and were elbow-deep in reports. “I’ll be nice, don’t worry.”

Spencer didn’t reply, but he stood to follow him, visibly wary. Derek led him to an empty room, no windows, a door which locked (although he didn’t lock it). They stood even though there were chairs.

“I’m sorry that I keep-” He paused, unsure of what he should be apologizing for. “Embarrassing you? Putting you on edge?”

Spencer shrugged. “I get that I’m being too serious about it, it’s okay.”

“I mean, it was your reaction from the start, so I should’ve just let it go.”

“I understand why someone being- ticklish is appealing to others.” He seemed to thread over the word carefully. “I reckon I’m just not used to it being me.”

“Have you never been tickled before?”

“Of course I have, I just- Uh.” The laugh he let out was anything but humorous. “It’s a bit. Sad.”

“I can handle sad.”

“I guess I just haven’t really experienced it much since childhood, and when I got older and was bullied- Anything that showcased weakness terrified me. So now I reckon I just don’t know how to handle it and I get defensive. That’s all. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to act.”

Derek softened. “That’s understandable.”

“I recognize that acting defensive about something like that simply prompts people to act on it more.” Spencer averted his eyes. “But I’m grateful you never tickled me.”

“I didn’t want to cross a line, even though I know I probably made you uncomfortable.”

“Not uncomfortable, per se. But uncertain?”

“Well, I’m sorry about that too.”

They fell quiet, Derek lamenting the fact that he would never get to witness Spencer giggle hysterically under his fingers while accepting it wasn’t worth messing things up for it either. They should leave the room and return to their reports, but something in how Spencer was shifting his weight from foot to foot told Derek he wasn’t entirely finished, and so he waited.

“I don’t-” Spencer started before cutting himself off, restarting. “I don’t think I would mind it now. If you did it.”

“What, tickled you?”

“Uh huh. I don’t think I would actually mind it once we got past my defensiveness.”

“Are we?”

“What?”

“Past it?”

Spencer shrugged. “Maybe?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t it?” Derek couldn’t hide his grin as much as he tried. “I have a feeling your ribs are bad, so let’s start there, okay?”

And Spencer, miraculously, agreed.

It was a bit strange to have someone practically wait for you to tickle them, especially in a random empty office in your workplace, but that was Derek’s reality and he wasn’t about to question it. He stepped closer to Spencer, whose breath hitched in a way that made him smile, and reached out to poke experimentally at his lower ribs.

Spencer didn’t double over dramatically with laughter spilling into the room, but he did recoil with a noise Derek couldn’t really describe, hands coming up to protect the affected area.

“Ticklish?”

He mostly asked it as a joke, but Spencer nodded, color rising in his face as he said, “Ticklish.”

“I’m glad we’re finally on the same page, pretty boy. What about your side?” He chanced a squeeze before Spencer could reply, and this time he did laugh, briefly and quietly but enough to make Derek feel like he’d won something. The way he twitched when Derek repeated the motion was different to how he’d imagined Spencer reacting, but it was better because it was real.

“This might be weird,” he said, having backed off to let Spencer protest had he wanted to. “But I need you to lift your arms for me.”

It was the only time Spencer hesitated, maybe because it involved him actually giving Derek access to a spot, or maybe the whole situation had caught up with him, but he did as Derek asked either way. Arms up as if he was being arrested, mouth falling open as Derek approached, visibly nervous.

“Here I come,” Derek sang, fingers wiggling as he moved them closer, laughing when Spencer’s arms started going down again. “Ah ah, keep ‘em up.”

“Well, hurry up- ah!” Derek dug his fingers into the pits just in time for Spencer to clamp his arms down, trapping him there. All he really had to do was move against the skin and Spencer was laughing, not hysterically, but with a slight panic which only grew the longer Derek stayed there. Derek imagined he would be slamming his body into walls and tables had he been in this situation, mostly because he wouldn’t know what to do, but Spencer remained surprisingly still, squirming, sure, but with his feet planted on mostly the same spot. Head leaning forward and occasionally bumping into Derek’s chest, hands shoving weakly at his torso as if it would help.

“Not ticklish my ass,” Derek said and Spencer seemed to be whining somewhere between his giggles.

The dance was short lived, but Derek would be replaying most of it as best as he could for the next few days. How Spencer giggled when he curled his fingers over his neck. How he sat when Derek asked him to so that he could try his knees again, squeezing and spidering and grabbing onto his shin to keep him from kicking him when it turned out his knees were one of his worst spots. How he held onto Derek’s wrists, but didn’t shove him away when he tickled up his torso, from his belly to his ribs and back down again. Maybe it looked silly, but Derek certainly didn’t feel silly. Not when Spencer was laughing like that. Not when Spencer was squirming and laughing and letting out the occasional “no” but never asking him to stop.

The next time Derek squeezed his knee on the jet he was met with laughter, which was a nice change.

#tickling #ticklish!spencer reid #moreid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #tickle fic #n writes #Three times Spencer denied being ticklish

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ralvezfanatic · 3 months

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I hate angst !!!!

also one of my fics:

idk when ima finish this fic 😭😭 i can't figure out how to move the plot from this one spot >_>

#starlite 𖤐 writes #spencer reid #derek morgan #angst #spencer reid x derek morgan #moreid #wip #fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid angst

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webberwoof · 11 months

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they were so incredibly husbands in this episode ❤

#moreid #need to talk about them on here becausd no one twitter CAREES #the way morgan looks at him . literal heart eyes #im doing a rewatch and mentally writing down all the moreid episodes #criminal minds

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Wedding Challenge Fic Masterlist

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work.

So without further ado, here are the entries for the Wedding Challenge!

Spencer/Reader

The Perfect Plan by @imagining-in-the-margins: [SFW, GN] Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

Forever Has a Nice Ring to It by @foxy-eva: [SFW, Fem] Spencer Reid has a hard time talking about his feelings. When he finally finds the courage to express his love for his girlfriend, both of them realize that forever has a nice ring to it.

Speak Now by @mxacegrey: [SFW, GN] “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

To Have and To Hold by @imagining-in-the-margins: [NSFW, Fem] Reader is trying to save her marriage, but Spencer seems resigned to its failure.

Moral of the Story (Part 1, Part 2,Part 3) by @imagining-in-the-margins: [Pts. 1&3 SFW, Fem] Spencer has a surprise for you on the night before you two get married.

You Know My Heart by @fortheloveofwonderland: [NSFW] Reader has been in love with playboy Spencer Reid for ten long years. But when you get engaged, he suddenly has to stop the wedding at any cost.

Hotch/Reader

Ring Mayhem by @mxacegrey: [SFW, GN] Jack is the ringbearer and he informs the bride/groom that he’s lost the ring… a couple hours before the wedding.

Emily/Reader

Marry Me by @leahseclipse: [SFW, Fem] A car crash turns everything into a nightmare.

(Un)dressing Room by @foxy-eva: [NSFW, Fem] Emily and her fiancé go wedding dress shopping and make good use of the proximity in the dressing room.

Alex/Reader

Honeymoon Suite by @foxy-eva: [NSFW, Fem] Alex and her wife find the best way to start their honeymoon.

Garvez

At Sunset by @darcyfangirlsfrequently (AO3): [SFW] Luke pops the question.

At Last, I Do by @darcyfangirlsfrequently (AO3): [SFW] Luke and Penelope get married.

What Happens in Vegas... Certainly Does Not Stay There by @darcyfangirlsfrequently: [SFW] After a crazy night out in Vegas, the couple wakes up with rings on their fingers and a certificate that proves the impossible.

Jemily

Au Revoir by @writingquillsandpainpills: [SFW] Who knew a careless "Bonjour" would lead to the most painful "Au revoir?"

Temily

The Road Ahead by @gaelic-symphony: [SFW] Emily and Tara hit the road for a weekend getaway at Rossi’s vacation house on the Eastern Shore.

Two Weddings by @gaelic-symphony (AO3): [SFW] Reflections on what could have been as JJ and Emily get married in Rossi’s backyard—eight years apart from each other.

Anniversary by @foxy-eva: [NSFW] Emily plans a special surprise for Tara on their first wedding anniversary.

Moreid

Mystery of Love by @tobias-hankel: [NSFW] Spencer knew one thing for sure, they wanted to marry Derek Morgan. Everything else was a mystery.

Hotchreid

White Lace Garter by goobzoop (AO3): [NSFW] Aaron and Spencer's wedding day is finally here and Spencer is so ready to lose his virginity.

Spencer/Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

Marry Me to the Blue Sky by Chaotic_Librarian (AO3): [NSFW] Spencer got married while in Las Vegas, and the team was sure he was there to visit his mother. But instead, Spencer returns with a ring on his finger.

Thank you everyone! Keep an eye out for the next challenge, which is hopefully coming soon!

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reasonablerodents · 5 months

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drabble request thing: hotchreid ←→ moreid breakup and get together (in either direction, with or without cheating etc writers choice, go nuts!)

I love how you saw my post and immediately went ‘I’m going to ruin this guy’s whole month.’ Tbh I’m so glad you did, I was made for writing horrible horrible things. (Yes this could have been a mutually decided breakup but where’s the fun in that, right?)

Okay, so… it’s not explicitly a breakup but it’s meant to be at least implied and what I immediately thought of for this prompt. Good boyfriend Morgan/Insecure Spencer/Shitty Hotch. Suffering time <3

Destroyer

Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Self-Sabotage, Cheating, Implied Drug Issues

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Spencer loved Derek from the sharp angle of his jawline to the way he couldn’t help but cry at romcoms, adamant that he was just allergic to Clooney. He loved how tenderly they’d kiss, only to devolve into things that made him blush to even remember. He loved the way that he wouldn’t have to say a single word for Derek to know that he was struggling; he’d somehow always just know what was wrong, and would do everything in his power to fix it, or at least dull the ache.

Derek’s family was everything that he’d ever dreamed of, warm and close like a tightly knitted blanket. His sisters had immediately treated Spencer like one of them; his mother had taken him to the side to quietly compliment him on how good he was for her son.

They fitted together almost too well, and in all honesty, he didn’t think he deserved it. That sort of unconditional love was for people who could actually understand others, for people who knew how to return it properly. It was for people who didn’t think every day about using again and forgetting the world, consequences be damned.

Hotch, on the other hand, was nothing like Derek.

He was cold, impassive, and somehow the best fuck that Spencer had ever had.

#hotchreid #moreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #write for me rat boy #my fic

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spritehouse · 7 months

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no big deal (i love you)

moreid hanahaki wip based on this post

⚠️Content Warnings: emetophobia (coughing & throwing up flower petals), spencer's addiction & drug use

The first petals are white.

Small and delicate, white daisy petals crawl up his throat and decorate the pristine porcelain of his sink in the morning, not yet full or bloody, new enough to remain untainted by the torn tissue of his lungs.

Daisies, innocent and loyal love, holding his tongue, root in his chest, threatening to suffocate him if he leaves his feelings to grow, but the flowers don’t lie.

Call it innocence or naivety; Spencer won’t tell. He’ll hold his breath until he runs out of air, longing blooming like weeds, feeding on his life until only the flowers and a corpse remain.

At first, it’s slow, coming and going like the tide, feelings ebbing and waning with uncertainty.

He buries himself in books on the disease—hanahaki, hana (flower), haki (to throw up), a sickness that ails people who suffer from one-sided love, taking weeks to years to develop fully—and flower language, reading what every petal means about the longing ache in his ribs and how to cure it.

He goes to work—it isn’t bad enough to affect his performance—he profiles, coughs up petals, takes down unsubs, spits up his innocence, and flies home.

His case is slow; months pass before single petals turn into two or three and longer until the dull itch in his chest grows into a light ache when he exerts himself, his lungs reflecting his gradual, timid love.

The flowers change in Georgia.

The daisies stop coming, the drugs numbing his mind and body—his heart—concealing his love deep in his chest, buried where Charles Hankel and Raphael can’t reach.

They return in full bloom when Tobias revives him.

Spencer hacks up entire flowers on the cabin floor, belladonna, butterfly weed, cyclamen, and blood splattering against the ground, and even in its state, a part of his drug-and-death-addled brain recognizes the buds.

Silence, letting go, and goodbyes; flowers from the beginning of his gardener’s almanac burn like the fish hearts and livers in his soul as Tobias Hankel hauls him back from the dead.

He isn’t sure if the team sees the splashes of color, overfilling adoration through the camera, focused on sending a message, desperate to get out before he can cough up more symbols of regret, spilling his secret to his coworkers and friends– his family.

He argues when Hotch climbs into the ambulance beside him, feeling more flowers clawing at his throat, but the older agent wins, remaining by his side as the EMTs check his vitals, staying silent, even when the blooms come.

Bittersweet nightshade (truth) spills from his lips by the bushel, spurring one set of hands to hold a bag by the heaving agent’s chin to catch the fragile foliage, the others asking him a barrage of questions he doesn’t hear over his painful wrenches.

Hotch keeps the rest of the team out of his room at the hospital, telling them Spencer isn’t up for visitors as he chokes on pink camellias (longing), never bringing it up until the young brunette gets discharged less than 24 hours later.

He drives his agent home, offering to help him to his apartment, which Spencer refuses before the two linger in the car outside the building for a few seconds of petal-like, fragile silence.

“We’ll talk when you return,” He finally speaks, watching the younger brunette shift and fidget anxiously, clearing his throat and coughing into his elbow. “Take care of yourself; we’re only a call away.”

Spencer nods, silky petals and the taste of iron sitting on his tongue, and disappears into his lonely home.

The flowers stop while he’s on leave, too high for their stems to reach, losing time on the bathroom floor, buds withering with the body they’re feeding on.

The dilaudid numbs the fire in his chest—in his lungs and heart—eating away at the tissue the roots of his love buried themselves in until he can’t feel the stems in his organs, pollen in his blood, petals rising in his throat, and swallowed like his words, burning in his stomach.

“I love you” doesn’t linger on his tongue, waiting to spill past his lips with white chrysanthemums for truth, an admission after over a year of obstructed breathing, and when he’s high, he can almost convince himself that his garden died with Spencer Reid in the cabin in Georgia, at rest in the grave he dug with bouquets of daisies, of belladonna, butterfly weed, and cyclamen, nightshade, and camellias on the fresh mound of upturned soil.

Spencer tries to get sober before he returns to work, but there isn’t enough fertilizer—enough of his body, his dying cells—to sustain all the flowers he regurgitates in those 48 hours of trembling and heaving, purple hyacinths for sorrow and marigolds for grief; blood and bulbs litter his bathroom floor until he can’t breathe, darkness swimming in his vision, and the shell of Spencer Reid, a glass vase with everything on display, succumbs to his cravings, losing himself in oblivion.

He sits in Hotch’s office, pinprick pupils, and tells his boss the flowers and his feelings are gone, that it was the stress that made them bloom, not his genuine, heart-wrenching adoration for his best friend squeezing his organs like a sponge for every ounce of love, threatening to bleed him dry.

Spencer returns to work, profiling people who have experienced everything he’s gone through—enough trauma to break the human psyche—because he can think clearly for the first time in over a year, flowers and genius dying together as poison courses through them.

“I’m struggling.”

Despite everything—his team telling him they have his back, that they’re there for him, that they’re profilers, and Spencer is too high to hide his habit most of the time—Emily is the only one to call him out.

“Reid.” She approaches him after New Orleans, trained eyes seeing through him.

“Look, Prentiss, I’m sorry for snapping at you, but I’m not in the mood–”

“I’m getting waffles and milkshakes. Come with me.” It isn’t a question or an invitation as the older agent steps into the elevator, turning around expectantly, her gaze practically daring Spencer to run as carefully neutral eyes observe him.

He follows Prentiss with a heavy huff, shoulders sagging, his body too exhausted to fight, a familiar itch building in his throat as the doors close.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #angst #moreid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #hanahaki au #hanahaki fic #drabble #writing wip #writers on tumblr #writing #spencer reid fic #shortmc

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ticklishraspberries · 1 year

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I’m back at it again with my nonsense. If you feel up to it can you do Spencer/Derek lee Spencer with 51 or 6 please?

prompt list!!

6. “are you…? oh my god. you are.” / 51. “i’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”

It all starts when Spencer, observant as ever, catches Derek flinching away from a scratch of Penelope's nails against his neck. Penelope barely notices, the movement so miniscule, but Spencer feels a delightful sense of mischief wash over him in that moment.

The next time he's got him alone, Spencer has to try it for himself. Everyone has left for the evening, even Hotch, leaving the bullpen empty except for the two of them.

Derek is mid-sentence, complaining about paperwork when Spencer reaches over the desk and prods two fingers into his side, and Derek's words cut off in a strangled sort of sound, not quite a laugh, but a reaction nevertheless.

"Are you...?" Spencer starts.

"Don't even think about it," Derek replies, giving the genius a warning look.

"Oh my god. You are. This is great," Spencer says, grinning. "Big, tough Agent Morgan is ticklish."

Derek sighs. "What's so great about it? Everyone is."

"Well, actually, most people are—"

"Is there anything you don't know?" Derek interrupts him.

"Well, until a minute ago, I didn't know that you're ticklish," Spencer replies, a smugness in his voice. "Now I know your weakness."

With an amused huff, Derek shakes his head. "Sorry, pretty boy. I'm not gonna be taken down by something as childish as tickling."

"Wanna bet?" Spencer asks, and before Derek can reply, he's already bringing his fingers back towards him.

He doesn't get far. Derek's hands grab ahold of his wrists, stopping his attack before it even starts, and suddenly, Spencer is regretting his cocky attitude. Because even if Derek won't be "taken down" by tickling, Spencer knows that he sure will be.

When Emily returns to the office a moment later, having forgotten her car keys, she walks in on Spencer shrieking with laughter while Derek holds his hands above his head with one hand, the other squeezing at his hip.

Derek notices her presence and offers her a casual smile, as if there's nothing odd about the situation.

"I'm not even gonna ask," she replies, shaking her head fondly. She walks right past them to grab the keys from her desk, then starts to leave the bullpen once again.

"Emily, hehelp!" Spencer cries.

"Sorry, I've gotta get home. Sergio misses me," she replies, offering him a look of fake sympathy over her shoulder. Of course, her cat probably couldn't give less of a fuck that she's not home, but all she knows is she's not getting involved in their ridiculousness.

As Derek's fingers climb higher, tweaking at his lowest rib, Spencer wails and kicks his legs, having been abandoned by his only hope of mercy.

Needless to say, no paperwork gets done that night.

#ok i started writing this and then realized the ask said lee!spencer so it's now them both switching sorry bout that anon lol #moreid #cm drabble #raspberry drabbles

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thaliaisalesbian · 23 days

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Fic Masterpost

In chronological order by fandom.

Many of these are whump fics, and not all of the work warnings are mentioned here, read at your own risk.

green = ongoing

orange = nsfw

red = not complete, currently inactive

Maze Runner Masterpost

Percy Jackson

Demigods at Hogwarts

Annabeth/Percy, Jason/Piper, Thalia/Reyna, Hazel/Frank, Caylpso/Leo, Clarisse/Chris, Nico/Will, Hermione/Luna/Ginny, Draco/Harry Ten demigods are going on a quest, this time to Hogwarts. They're going in blind, and have no idea what the place is like or who they'll meet. Hermione and Harry are pursing tentive relationships. Ron is grieving his brother's death, coming to terms with a few things, and helping George with his shop.

dance, dance (the night away)

Annabeth/Percy Percy throws Annabeth a birthday party.

free floating

Annabeth/Percy Annabeth is determined not to let Percy win Capture the Flag tonight. She'll fight him if she has to! She doesn't get that far.

forever (on my lips)

Annabeth/Percy; MCD with an eventual happy ending. Annabeth wants to know, wants to know why. Why now, why him, why them? (she never gets her answers but she does get her peace.)

no more demons (in my head)

Annabeth/Percy, Clarisse & Annabeth, Clarisse & Percy Percy and Annabeth had a good night out, everything was going well. Until it wasn't. And Percy didn't know why.

(don't) pull your stitches

Annabeth/Percy, Thalia & Percy; Hidden Injury. Percy is tired. Why do all of these monsters have to be angry at the same time? Can't they plan a schedule or something?

forever and always

Annabeth/Percy Annabeth is kidnapped, but she's a badass who gets herself out of it.

these monsters (can't keep you)

Annabeth/Percy Percy has been taken by the gods yet again, and this time, he's stuck in a maze, fighting for his life. Annabeth has to watch him as he begins running out of time.

I thought I saw a sign (somewhere between the lines)

Annabeth/Percy, Annabeth & Clarisse, Percy & Clarisse; Emotional Hurt/Comfort Annabeth isn't sure, now, what she'd ever really seen in Percy. Not as a person, but as a boyfriend. After Tartarus, after everything. It's understandable, but she's not going to let him keep treating her this way. She deserves better than a boyfriend who can't seem to stand her presence, even if she might have thought before that they were happy. Annabeth just wants one thing in her life to be good, to be permanent. She thought that might be Percy. Now, she's not so sure. As they near the one-year anniversary of the battle against Gaea, Annabeth has been pulling away. After all that’s happened, it’s understandable. But, because of that, he’s having a harder and harder time squishing down the voice in the back of his head that says she's rethinking their relationship. Percy just wants Annabeth to talk to him, to figure things out. He thought they were past avoidance and pushing each other away. Now, he's not so sure.

Light will guide you home

Annabeth/Percy, Annabeth & Percy & Grover, Annabeth & Percy & Thalia, Annabeth & Clarisse & Percy. Post-HOO, Torture, Hurt/Comfort. You know how sometimes you think a bad day can't get any worse, and then it somehow does? Percy and Annabeth were trying to make a bad day better, only for it all to go wrong.

When It's Dire

Annabeth/Percy, Thalia & Annabeth & Percy; Injury recovery and blood, post-HOO. Percy's got to be tired; he's been doing this all day. Annabeth just has to get to him, and then it'll all be fine.

MCU

explosions got nothing on migraines

Tony/T'Challa Tony and Shuri set off an explosion on accident.

better than you (forever and always)

Tony/T'Challa; Carol & Tony Tony works himself into delirium and doesn't know that Carol's alive, so when she shows up... well, there are some issues with that.

for you (and coffee), a bullet wound is nothing

Tony/T'Challa; No Powers AU T'Challa is just trying to get a coffee, go to a meeting, and then wrap up his day by calling his family. Too bad the man in front of him seems to be a target.

bad ideas

Female!Tony, Tony & Shuri Shuri and Toni get kidnapped and Shuri is awesome.

blood isn't too bad (unless you die)

Tony/T'Challa, Shuri & T'Challa, Tony & Shuri Shuri, Tony, and T'Challa are on a trip and they get kidnapped. Shuri remains awesome.

stay here (in my thoughts)

Tony/T'Challa Of course they had to fight Doom, and of course he had to leave a radiation cloud behind. It would have been too easy for him to just leave them an exit. (How much would have changed, T'Challa will ask himself later, if it hadn't been there?)

as the day bleeds on

Tony/T'Challa; Endgame Fix-it Tony doesn't know how long he's been out for, but he's back now, and he's going to recover, dammit.

over and over and over again, i wake up here

Nick Fury & Tony, Carol & Tony Tony gets kidnapped, again, and has to get himself out, again. There are just some... complications, we'll say, along the way.

Star Wars

chains? they cannot hold you, dear

Poe/Finn, Leia & Finn, Poe & Finn & Rey; Force-sensitive Finn Finn volunteers for an infiltration mission, which somehow proceeds as planned. It's lucky that he has damn good pilot for a boyfriend and an entire Resistance ready to back him up when he needs it most.

she blinks and i'm lost, lost, lost

Poe/Finn; accidental baby acquisition. A normal recruiting mission turns into a special type of rescue mission.

Criminal Minds

seven for a secret

Derek/Spencer, JJ/Will, Will & Derek, Will & Spencer, Derek & Emily & Spencer Will doesn't want to watch JJ's family--his family, his friends, too--fall apart more than they already have. So he takes matters into his own hands, to ensure they won't be going to another funeral this year. Majorly inspired by Butterbeerandbutterknives’s fic One for Sorrow. Actually, it's set in their fic. Highly suggest reading that first; it's fantastic.

bleeding hands and beating hearts

Derek/Spencer This has been a hard case--the unsubs are dropping off videotapes of the victims hours before the bodies are found. They know everything these victims are going though. Spencer's been missing since he left the hotel this morning. Derek doesn't want to think about what's on the tape with his name on it. (see end notes for more detailed trigger warnings)

giant owls: not as good for cuddling as you'd think

Derek/Spencer, Emily & Spencer Emily's exhausted, and worried. They all are. It's been a hard couple of months--nonstop cases, and the LEOs seem to dislike them more than usual lately. It doesn't help that Spencer is already seen as an easy target, and when he's not cleared for field work? Things only get worse. "And there’s Spencer, soaking wet. “Oh, god, Spence!” JJ gasps. Derek’s already moving, wrapping his jacket around his shivering boyfriend and carefully probing at his head. “What happened, Reid?” Hotch asks, moving to help Derek settle Spencer on the couch. Spencer’s eyes are unfocused, and he’s not tracking movement well. Derek can’t fight the sinking feeling in his stomach as he realizes what’s going on."

guns raised (don't fire)

Derek/Spencer "The door opens again, and Spencer abruptly turns and backhands Hotch. Oh, God, this better not be what Derek thinks it is. “Come on, then.” The man in the door grabs Spencer by the shoulder and leads him away. “Hotch, what’s going on?” Derek asks." Being kidnapped? Not fun. Being one of four of your team kidnapped by at least three unsubs? Even worse. All Derek can do is hope that Spencer's plan works.

Original Work

bled dry (i wish)

Vampirism is seen as a curse. Hurt/No Comfort Prompt: Chestnut, short hair slightly covers a lean, menacing face. Dead brown eyes, set dreadfully within their sockets, watch guardedly over the tribes they've safeguarded for so long. A goatee graciously compliments his cheeks and leaves a bittersweet memory of his reckless luck. This is the face of Orlando Hanson, a true dreamer among vampires. He stands oddly among others, despite his tough frame. There's something different about him, perhaps it's his sense of honor or perhaps it's simply his personality. But nonetheless, people tend to socialize with him, while spreading rumors about him behind his back. Or: Orlando Hanson gets a short backstory. And neither he nor Hanson Victor are quite the victims or villains that they each think they are.

to break a fence (to kill a man)

MCD; Hurt/No Comfort. No dialogue. Prompt: Seth Ostler is a man in his late twenties, who is very adventurous. He comes from a wealthy background, lives in a rough neighborhood and tends to a huge collection of potted plants. Seth's adventures these days consist of the walk to work and back. It certainly scares him enough to feel like it could be a dream. Turns out, the walk isn't what he should be afraid of.

Stranger Things

silver lining

Spicy Six Polycule; only Eddie/Steve/Jonathan seen. Scene gone wrong with safeword use. Eddie wants to try tying someone up. Steve volunteers. For all their talks about it, though, he doesn't mention his biggest fear about it. @rememberthatiloveyou for more discussion on this (and any other nsfw fics)

i get myself twisted in threads

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24

Jonathan/Steve/Nancy, Steve & Everyone; Post-Season 2. Blood and injury, hurt/comfort, some fluff mixed in with the angst Jonathan wants to rush after Steve, to explain, but there's no time. Not when the kids have found another gate, not when there's more than his love life at stake. Now he might never get a chance to explain. Or: Steve walks into a conversation between Jonathan and Nancy at just the wrong time, and then everything gets worse (because Steve's just gone and tried to die for them, and this time, they might not get him back.)

loved you never (mourning forever)

Jonathan & Steve; unhappy ending. Steve's fine. He's always fine, he's the one who takes the hits and gets back up. Sure, this might be a harder hit than most, but he'll manage… as long as no one else catches on. (Jonathan might ruin that for him.)

Delicately Intertwined

Jonathan/Steve/Nancy; Post-S4, subdrop, sickfic After so long apart, and with everything that's happened, Jonathan's just eager to see his both of his partners alive and well. The 'well' part turns out to be highly debatable, and not as easily fixable as Jonathan would like it to be.

your presence still lingers here

Robin & Steve; Implied Torture and experimentation. Post-S4, vaguely, Magic AU. Samuel is not sure that this lordling's so-called mission is actually a mission. (all steve had ever wanted was to protect them) Robin just wants Steve back, and now that they're so close, she's not going to let anything stop her from saving him.

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reid-whump · 1 year

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“Whumpee,” the man said through a smile, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to resurface.” The man had barely implied anything, and yet he must have seen the sheer terror that was mirrored on his face when his name was said. As Whumper took two strides across the room so that he could see Whumpee clearly, the young man let out a small gasp of hair as he pressed himself further to the wall. The rusted metal cuff that dug into his skin clinked against the attached chain which connected him to the wall, startling Whumpee further until he was a shaking mess. “Don’t you worry, Whumpee,” Whumper murmured, “I just have a favour to ask of you.”

#captive whump #creepy whumper #whump prompts #whump blog #drugged whumpee #whump writing #whump drabble #inspired by a moreid fanfic I’m working on #whumpee spencer reid #caretaker x whumpee #kidnapped whumpee #scared whumpee

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vveissesfleisch · 8 months

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tagged by @macchiatosdumptruck (thank you! <3)

Rules are to post the last line you've written, or the wip of what you last drew! Then, tag the number of people as there are words in that line. That's a soft rule.

This is not a line, but a the last little scene I worked on in my beloved Morgan/Reid Criminal Minds fic:

“So, you ever gonna spill the beans?” “Which beans would those be?” “Come on, man. Your date.” “Oh.” Reid’s cheeks pinkened. “As you know, we caught a case, so…there’s not much to spill.” Derek smirked. “Are you blushing, Dr. Reid?” “Uh…agents?” Derek turned. The medical examiner stared back and forth between the two of them, lips parted incredulously. Reid carefully lifted the sheet covering the victim’s legs and frowned. “There are no ligature marks on the body anywhere, no defensive wounds, no sign of a struggle at all,” he said, as though nothing had happened. And, really, nothing had happened, but Derek still found himself envious of the garden-variety turtle and its ability to retreat into its shell at a moment’s notice.

anyone who is writing anything right now - consider yourselves tagged! tag me and show me your works!

#just a couple of fbi lads flirting in the morgue over a corpse! nothing to see here!#i am so obsessed with this whole scene it was so fun to write #this ship is just outrageously fun to write tbh #i am so enamored with the both of them #ugh! and i love this fic so much. even though it's quite slow going but. what can you do!#morgan x reid #moreid #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #my writing #my wips #criminal minds

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justjasper · 1 month

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Oh I have GOT to hear about the wip kitten fic!!! I must know everything about that cat there is to know!!

-dear little rat boy

It started off as a little drabble I did literally a decade ago, about how Reid is sick, and he is very bad at being sick, and is a terrible patient, and loses his temper with Morgan trying to look after him. So Morgan leaves to cool off, Reid is wallowing in self pity, and then when Morgan turns back up he's like "well i did a thing". And the thing is he bought Reid a kitten to make him feel better. And Reid is emotional bc he was a shit and Morgan's response to him being a shit was "well I should get this man a cat".

So, skip to a decade later I'm thinking of re-exploring the concept and making an entire fluffy fic out of it. I love the core concepts here of:

the cat ultimately being morgan's idea

bc i love the idea of morgan being in the 'didn't want a cat' to 'i would die for this cat' pipeline

exploration of reid being a terrible patient and sometimes just a bit of a shit

morgan's unending patience and an exploration of this dynamic

general self-indulgent domesticity

But I also want to explore:

both of their feelings around the concept of parenthood through the lens of pet ownership

small baby cat being a little terror

clooney believing they got the cat for him

#writing #reasonablerodents #moreid

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nhasablogg · 9 months

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Now gracefully strung by your hand

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Derek/Spencer

Anonymous said: Prompt (fits in your existing ‘verse if you want): Spencer Reid on a low-effort case getting distracted by the others' hands while they work bc he’s thinking lee thoughts. Mayhaps Morgan or one of the others notices and does something about it 🥰

A/N: References this fic!

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Derek noticed more now. It was thrilling, in a way, to look back on past interactions and pinpoint exactly when Spencer could think of nothing but tickling, even for just a fleeting moment. And Derek knew he probably wasn’t misreading the moments, especially now that he knew exactly how Spencer was like when the thought suddenly gripped him. The lee mood, as he’d learned it was called (and which his usage of always made Spencer embarrassed in the best way). He probably didn’t associate handcuffs with it, being in the FBI and all, but Derek could remember one particular instance where he’d been joking around with him, way back when, and had asked to cuff him to see how well Spencer would survive if the need ever arose.

“I’ll be gentle,” he’d told him, and Spencer had blushed in a way Derek hadn’t yet understood.

“You thought I was gonna tickle you, weren’t you?” he asked him one day, having remembered it.

“No.” Spencer was bright red then too, but he seemed honest as he met his gaze. “I thought of it, but it- it wasn’t just that.”

“Oh?” Derek grinned. “Was it me holding you down over the table that distracted you?”

Spencer shifted in his seat, eyes now on the wall behind him. “You’re terrible, Derek Morgan.”

“Mm, you love it.”

The most innocent and captivating display of Spencer being caught up in this type of mood Derek noticed accidentally. Spencer seemed to be zoning out, staring at something for so long that Derek was certain he wasn’t paying attention to what he was watching, until he realized it was hands. And then he kept noticing it. Spencer’s gaze innocently on Hotch’s flexing hand pointing to a map. Spencer��s gaze following Emily’s fingers leafing through a case file.

He found him in the conference room one day, where Garcia was showing him something on the computer. Clicking, pointing, tapping, all the while Spencer was watching the blur of her wiggling fingers. Derek could imagine what he was thinking, caught up in it without meaning to, all wide eyed, all innocence.

“Were you watching her hands?” he asked with a laugh and Spencer jumped, face pinkening so quickly in that delicious way Derek adored.

“She has nice nails,” he said, and maybe Derek would leave it at that had he not understood what exactly that meant.

“Mm, they’re long. I bet it would tickle like crazy if she ran them over your belly.”

“Derek, oh my god, not here.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

Derek let out a laugh. “I do know why. I just like seeing you get flustered.”

Spencer huffed, but there was no coming back from that blush.

“Do you ever watch my hands?”

Spencer didn’t have to ask to know what he meant. “Sometimes. A lot of times.” He flushed and averted his eyes. “Most times.”

“Oh?”

“I can’t help it.”

“Well, you do know exactly what these hands can do.”

“Derek.” He said it softly, more out of habit than a plea for him to stop. They were alone. Spencer could indulge.

Derek too.

“Do you picture them running up your spine?” Derek demonstrated by stroking the air, index finger slightly extended, moving slowly over something invisible. “Or maybe-” He flipped his hand over and wiggled his fingers. “-gently stroking your chin? Tell me.” Spencer was bright red now, but he wasn’t looking away. “Do you ever tickle yourself and pretend it’s me?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. It pleased him. “Even when you’re around.”

Derek faltered. “But you could just ask me.”

“I know, I just-” Spencer shrugged, pulling at his sleeves. “Sometimes I feel silly asking. And sometimes I don’t really want the entirety of it anyway. Sometimes just the idea is enough.”

“I see.” Derek had to admit the image of Spencer lying in bed with Derek watching tv and slowly tracing his fingers over his own sensitive skin was kind of hot, to put it boldly. “If you ever want me to be quick and gentle, I can. Or if you want me to air tickle you.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Nothing, I just-” Spencer let out a laugh, something soft and slightly panicked. “I’m still not used to talking about it so casually.”

“I can make an event out of it, don’t worry. July 16th. Caught Spencer looking at Garcia’s hands.”

“Shut up.”

“July 18th. Got him to admit he tickles himself.” Derek laughed as Spencer shoved him, fingers automatically going for his ribs. “Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to steal your job.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You love it when I’m annoying.”

Spencer huffed, but didn’t deny it. Derek reached out experimentally and stuck a finger into Spencer’s neck, earning a giggle, shoulder rising to stop him. “H-hey.”

“You really think I was gonna leave you alone? I’m in a ler mood.”

“Oh my god, please shut up-”

“Shh, let me tickle you. Please.”

Spencer was still giggling from the fingers on his neck. “F-fine.”

“Thank you so very kindly for your sacrifice.” He pulled his hand free, wiggling the fingers in front of Spencer’s face. “Watch them.”

“Derek.”

“Just for a moment, and imagine what they will do, okay? Because they love the attention.”

Spencer’s eyes widened. Derek knew he would probably kill him one day. He was fine with it.

Watching Spencer watch hands calmed Derek down, too. He noticed it on the jet one day, feeling anxious and exhausted after a draining case, and so he’d turned toward Spencer like he usually did and found that Spencer was already watching him. Or watching his hands, gaze flickering between them and Derek’s face and while he did a good job of not flushing Derek caught the telltale sign of him being embarrassed in the way his body shifted. He wondered if Spencer longed for him to wash the week’s hardships away with his fingertips on his ribs, or if he was simply so used to watching certain parts of people that it had become a habit.

Derek relaxed under the gaze either way, wiggling his fingers experimentally and being rewarded with a kick to his leg as Spencer looked away without a word. Hotch sent him a questioning look as Derek laughed, seemingly out of nowhere.

Most times he caught Spencer watching other hands, though. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel jealous about it, but he didn’t. He found it cute. And entertaining. Thanks to the case which had brought them together in the first place everyone knew that tickling was a topic for Spencer. A sensitive topic, maybe because he’d gotten captured by the tickle UnSub, or maybe because he’d known more about the topic than they’d expected him to. Derek hadn’t talked to anyone else about it, because frankly he respected Spencer too much, so he wasn’t sure if anyone had pieced it together. But no one really tickled him, other than Derek. Maybe they found they couldn’t after the case. Maybe they felt it was Derek’s job.

But Spencer kept watching, maybe not on purpose, maybe dreaming more than paying attention. But each time Derek caught him earned him a blush. And how could Derek not love that?

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