#ler!penelope
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Intimidated
word count: 6,800
pairing: spencer reid x reader (romantic) / penelope garcia x reader (platonic)
reader's pronouns: she/her
warnings: none that I can think of
summary: you end up on the very same team as the person you looked up to all throughout school and your friend, Penelope, is there to help you talk to him
author's note: I have one word: FINALLY! I am so sorry this fic took me 2 months to write. I was dealing with some serious writer's block and personal life things. Then, tickletober came around and I was doing that too, so I just had so many things to do and not enough time to do it. But it's here and and I'm pretty happy with it. thank you anon for the prompt! Hope you enjoy!
You’d almost collapsed when Penelope had given you the news. You were in your kitchen making breakfast when your perky-voiced friend called you.
“HE SAID YES!” Garcia shouted through the speaker before you even had the chance to say hello. You pulled the phone away from your ear, wincing at the volume of her voice.
“Alright, first of all, it’s 8 o’clock in the morning. How are you that excited at 8 o’clock in the morning? And secondly, you’re gonna have to elaborate - my brain doesn’t work before I’ve had coffee,” You explained, placing the cellphone in between your head and shoulder as you flipped your eggs.
“Hotch! He said yes!”
You lifted your breakfast out of the pan and onto your plate. “…To what?”
Penelope giggled through a sigh. “To you being my assistant. He’s giving you the job!”
You set your glass plate down with a clunk onto the kitchen counter, steadying yourself before your knees buckled beneath you. Quickly, you yanked your phone from in between your ear and shoulder, placing Garcia on speaker.
“You’re kidding!”
“Oh-ho, I would not kid about this, my friend. You and I are about to become the nation’s greatest technical analysts.”
You smiled at that. “I’m pretty sure you already had that title before I got the job,” You jested, pacing the room just to have something to do. “God, I can’t believe he said yes! I-I’m just someone who works in IT, like, what makes me so special?”
“He probably thinks you’re good for me or something. Someone to reel me in when I become too much, but little does Mr. Boss Man know that I’m the one corrupting you.”
Silence overcame the two of you for a moment. You had to think about everything that had led up to this moment. Your perseverance through school and the program. The budding friendship between you and Penelope after a run in at the coffee cart. It seemed surreal how the stars aligned perfectly for this to happen.
“And…” Penelope drawled out after you’d been too quiet for too long, “…because you’re smart and deserve this job. The title may be assistant, but you’ll be treated as my equal.”
“Ha, that’ll be the day,” You let out a deft chuckle, reaching for your phone and plate to finally sit at your kitchen table. “I’m just thankful enough Hotch sees me as valuable enough to help you—help them catch criminals.”
“You’ve always been worthy enough. Your talents have just been wasted in fixing computers rather than helping me hack them.”
You kindly thanked her for the exciting news, telling her you could wait to start. A few days later, you found yourself walking into the infamous bullpen with Penelope by your side. You’d been in there only once before—having to fix an Agent’s computer—but the BAU had been gone on a case, so it was mostly empty when you were there.
The first thing you notice was how noisy it was. It definitely hadn’t been what you were expecting. For some reason, you thought the room would be filled with silence—only the clacking of keyboards and filing away papers to be heard.
No, the bullpen was rambunctious. Agents were having normal conversations. A laugh or two could be heard from the corner. It seemed out of character for a bunch of FBI agents.
Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for your introduction. You’d always been shy growing up and even as you got older, meeting new people never became easier. Not until you met Penelope. She had this way of helping you open up, so you supposed meeting her friends would be no different.
“Relax, they’ll love you,” Garcia muttered under her breath just loud enough for you to hear. You hummed a quiet, “Mhm,” back in response, plastering on a sweet smile as you walked up to a couple of other women.
“Emily! JJ! This is Y/N. She’ll be joining the team as my co-analyst,” Penelope gestured to you as you shot your hand out to shake their hands.
“Uh, assistant, actually. I wouldn’t put myself on her level quite yet,” You corrected, smiling shyly. Emily firmly took your hand into hers as you finished with JJ, giving you a bright and toothy grin back.
“Well, I’m sure you’re a genius if you were hired for that job,” She said.
“Seriously!” Penelope nudged your shoulder. “It’s not like I’m asking you to fetch me coffee. I told you that we’re equals.”
“Having two Garcia’s might mean we can catch the killers faster. I like it,” JJ chimed in, raising her cup of coffee to you. “Glad to have you joining us.”
“Aw, a party? And no one invited me?” A gruff voice sounded from behind the group. The four of you spun around to put a face to the voice. He had a smug smirk gracing his features as he stood with his arms out to his sides. “To think I was starting to feel at home around here.”
“Shut it, newbie,” Garcia shot back. You knew exactly who it was without her having to introduce him to you. Garcia often spent late nights on the phone with you, rambling on about something annoying this so-called ‘newbie’ had done or said. You smirked, holding out your hand.
“Ah, so this is the infamous newbie,” You drawled out. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Everything accept your actual name.”
You caught Penelope rolling her eyes, causing a small snicker to come from your lips.
“All good things, I hope. Luke Alvez.”
“Y/N,” You responded. “And no, according to this one over here, you’re… wait, how did you put it?” You turned to Penelope, feigning forgetfulness. “Oh, yeah! You have a way of making her coffee taste bitter just by opening your mouth.”
Giggles from Emily and JJ came from behind you as Garcia scoffed. “Half of what comes out of his mouth is unnecessary, anyway.”
Luke brought a hand to his chest and groaned. “Ooh, words hurt, Garcia.”
The entire group laughed, sans Penelope, who only rolled her eyes for the second time. You knew better than to think she didn’t like him even a little bit. She talked about him too much not to.
As the 5 of you conversed about your new role with the team, your attention was caught by a tall, scrawny man making his way through the glass doors. You knew exactly who he was and since Garcia had spoken to you about this job, you’d been nervous to meet him.
Spencer Reid had been someone you admired for years—work-wise. His thesis was exceptional and carried you through school and all the way to this program. He was basically the entire reason you started working at Quantico.
Now, as your gaze fell to his face and his physique, maybe your longing to meet him had more to do with your admiration for his talented brain. His light-brown hair was tussled, but still neat, and he walked with poise over to where everyone was standing and chatting.
He locked eyes with you, the slightest smile tugging at his lips, which in turn caused your cheeks to tinge pink. Your eyes averted to floor just as he joined the group.
“Ooh! Spencer!” Penelope shouted with a bit too much excitement for 8 in the morning. She stepped aside to make room for him and nodded to you. “This is Y/N. She’s—”
“Your co-analyst, yeah. Hotch mentioned that yesterday,” Spencer interrupted. His knowledge of you came as a shock, your head snapping up to look at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
You knew about his unwillingness to shake hands—completely valid, you thought—and shyly waved at him. “You, as well.”
“Okay, okay, wait! You have to tell us how you and Garcia met and became friends,” Emily said excitingly as she gripped your shoulder, bringing your attention back to the whole group. You begrudgingly ripped your eyes away from Spencer as you retold the story of how you spilled boiling hot coffee all over Penelope, laughing as everyone chimed in with their own tales of misfortune with her.
Every once in a while, your eyes would flit over to Spencer, taking in his sculpted jawline and the way he chuckled at a few of the comments. By the fourth or fifth time you glanced over, you noticed that he was looking at you, too. Again, you blushed as you made eye contact and again, you looked away immediately.
By then, your mind had started reeling. Did he think you were weird for staring? Did he think you dressed funny? Was he looking at you because he caught you staring at him first or did he gaze over by his own accord?
Too many possibilities and none of them satisfied you. You figured the only way to get you out of your head for the moment was to completely evacuate the situation.
Just as JJ finished her recounting of a story, you spoke up. “Well, it was so nice to meet you all and I can’t wait to work alongside you, but I need to speak to Agent Hotchner,” You smiled at the group right before turning to Garcia. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
As you shuffled away, you let out a deep sigh of relief. You’d barely realized you had been holding your breath back there, but standing next to someone you admired for years and who was now your coworker was life-altering.
You were going to have to learn how to be normal around him eventually, but it was going to take time. A lot of time.
***
A week had come and gone since your first day, a sense of pride coursing through your veins knowing that you assisted Penelope and the team in arresting a murderous tyrant in Austin, Texas. It was a high you were still riding on; you ultimately being the one to tell the team where the killer had been residing.
Everyone congratulated you once they got back and officially welcomed you to the BAU. Even Hotch shook your hand, telling you how extraordinary you did under pressure.
Spencer waltzed through the glass doors behind the rest of them, smiling at you slightly as you locked eyes.
“That was impressive for your first case,” He stated matter-of-factly. “You’re very talented.” He stopped directly in front of you and your entire being froze.
His height, among many other things, was flustering. You peered up at him, face on fire at his words of affirmation, and immediately refocused your gaze back to your hands.
“Oh, uh, thank you,” You replied back through a volume not too much louder than a whisper. Spencer took notice of your shyness, knowing that he had a similar issue, and left it at that. He walked by you without another word.
Once he was out of your line of sight, you felt this odd sense of remorse. Remorse for the conversation that could have been had you not completely shut down. You scolded yourself mentally as you left for the day, tagging along with Penelope over to her apartment.
She’d asked you to come the second she received word from Emily that they’d caught the killer and unsurprisingly, wouldn’t take no for an answer. You decided to appease her anyhow. This would be your first moment of relaxation since you’d gotten the job.
Following behind your friend, you were silent the entire drive, thinking and wistfully hoping that you’d be able to buck up and just talk to Spencer. Even if it was only about work—you wanted to take a peek inside his brain.
And if that led to a conversation about other things, then you wouldn’t complain.
A knock at your car door window startled you back into reality.
“Are you going to come inside or are we drinking in your car?” Penelope asked, her voice muffled from the outside. You let a breathy laugh shoot through your nose as you turned the car off and opened the door, careful not to hit her.
“Sorry, I just auto-piloted the entire way here,” You responded while shaking your head. Penelope looped her arm through yours to lead you to her place.
“Still on cloud 9, huh?”
You hummed, smiling and nodding. You weren’t going to reveal the real reason. “Yeah, it’s just so surreal. Hearing you talk about it and then actually doing it is so different.”
“Well, you kicked ass, my friend. This job isn’t easy and we put the purp away in just 36 hours. That’s never happened when I was working alone,” Penelope praised you as she unlocked her front door, leading you both inside. You shrugged your bag onto the chair closest to you, hanging your keys up on the hook. “Grigio or Noir?”
“Noir, please. I need something bitter,” You answered as you plopped yourself unceremoniously onto her couch. Penelope appeared at your side a few seconds later with a half-full glass of wine in front of your face. You accepted it with a hushed “thanks” and took a small sip, relishing in pungent taste it left in your mouth.
“So, now that you’ve met and talked with everyone, what are your thoughts on our little band of misfits?” The blonde asked, sitting down and turning her body to face you. You smiled and nodded.
“Everyone has been really great,” was all you said. Penelope kept her eyes on you, waiting for you to elaborate. After a few more seconds had gone by, she huffed and gently pushed your shoulder, causing your wine to slosh around in the glass. “Hey! Penelope! I have wine!”
“And I need details! I want all the hot goss!” She proclaimed with excitement.
“I don’t have any ‘hot goss’, Penelope,” You giggled as you made quotation marks around her choice of words. “I’ve only been here for a week.”
“Well, then just tell me what you think of everyone!”
Sighing, you took another sip of alcohol before placing it to the side and twisting your body to face her as well. “JJ is very sweet. She’s exactly how I expected her to be after you telling me about her.”
“Isn’t she!”
“And Emily is very funny and smart. She told me a joke just before the team left and I’ve been thinking about it for days,” You continued. “Rossi is wise. Hotch is… Hotch. He’s a definite leader, I’ll give you that… and yeah, everyone is super nice and I’m really glad to be working alongside them.”
You reached behind yourself to grab your glass, smirking slightly as you lifted it to your lips. Penelope glared at you, her head tilted just enough to know that she caught on to what you were doing.
“You’re not sneaky, honey. I know what you’re doing,” She accused you. You gulped down the rest of the pinot noir and sat your empty glass on her coffee table.
“You’re right, I forgot about Luke! He is very charming and funny, I can see why you like him so much.”
“WHA—” Garcia suddenly shouted. “I do not like him. He’s icky and weird.”
“Mhm, yeah, sure, I totally believe that.”
“Okay, fine, miss-weed-around-the-topic-of-conversation! Tell me about Spence!” Penelope shook your arm vigorously.
“I-hi don’t know what you’re talking about!” You laughed despite yourself. Penelope exhaled exasperatingly, sucking on her teeth as her eyes roamed over your body. You raised an eyebrow at her and opened your mouth to ask what she was doing, but whatever words almost came out turned in a squeak as she poked her index finger into the side of your belly and wiggled it around.
You grabbed her hand out of instinct, arching away from her. “Oh-ho no, Penelope, don’t!”
“Tell me about Reid,” She locked eyes with you, a smug grin forming on her face as your cheeks turned red.
“He’s nice! There!”
“Mm-mm, not satisfactory enough,” She said, snatching her hand out of your grip to pinch rapidly at the soft skin above your hip. You let out a strangled laugh, slapping her hand away.
“Gaharcia, no!”
“I wouldn’t have to resort to this if you would just tell me what you think about the genius boy!” She replied to your protest, scooting closer to you to trap your legs under her own. You made an experimental tug only to find that you couldn’t pull them from under her.
You weighed both your options. You could fully get out of this situation just by telling her about your feelings towards Spencer, but the pang of disappointment you might feel if she didn’t exploit this weakness of yours would be lingering on your shoulders for the rest of the night.
Then again, straight up refusing to provide her with the information she wanted was basically telling her that you didn’t mind being tickled—especially if it was with someone you trusted as much as you trusted Penelope.
But telling her about Spencer would be a one-way ticket straight to embarrassment, knowing without a doubt that Garcia would tell him about it when they were alone. Though, by not telling her, you may never get the chance to be normal around Spencer.
And you couldn’t decide which option you preferred.
Penelope took your silence as her answer, interrupting your train of thought once she began squeezing at your sides. You burst into howling laughter and slammed your arms down to cover as much of your torso as you could.
“WAHAHA! N-NOHO! I-hi wahahas thihinking!”
“Thinking about what? It’s a simple decision. Spill the beans about what you think of Reid or get tickled to death. It’s an easy answer!” Penelope responded as she moved inward to your belly, digging her fingers in next to your navel.
Your entire face burned like fire at her words and Penelope, ever the perceptive one, noticed almost immediately. She slowed her tickling fingers to a light scratching just to keep you giggling.
“It’s not an easy answer, is it?” She asked in amusement. You shook your head, hiccupping as her nails neared your waistline. She smiled endearingly down at you and had your eyes not been squeezed shut from laughing so hard, you might have blushed even darker under her gaze. “Well, seems like I’ll just have to convince you to tell me, then.”
Picking up the pace, Garcia shifted her hands up to the middle of your ribcage, nipping in between the crevices of the bones. Your hands shot up to grab onto her wrists, more mechanically than to stop her, and your head tilted back to rest on the arm of the couch.
“EEHEEAH!” You screeched, only raising in volume when she experimentally slid her hands closer to the back of your ribs, 4 fingers vibrating directly under your shoulder blades. “WOHOHOAH! NOHOT THERE! PEHENELOPEEHEE!”
“Ooh,” She winced in faux sympathy, “bad spot?”
“OHOBVIOUSLYHY!”
“I think a couple more minutes riiiight here should do the trick, then,” She taunted just before laughing maniacally at your expense. Her suspicions of your likeness of tickling were confirmed when you didn’t protest—you simply laid there and let her have her way with you.
Another 30 seconds went by before you broke, violently jolting one final time before asking for her to stop. “OKAY! OKAHAHAY, I’LL TEHELL YOU! MEHEHERCY, PLEHEASE!”
Penelope halted her attack per your request, removing her hands from you and resting them in her lap. You sucked in deep breaths to regain lung function, still giggling intermittently.
“So, Spencer…”
“You don’t plahay fair,” You looked at her while pointing with a half-assed glare. She chuckled as she shifted off your legs to let you sit up.
“Never said I did,” She shrugged. You cleared your throat, huffing out in exasperation.
“Long story short, I’d looked up to Spencer since I was a student at MIT. His thesis papers basically got me through school and now here I am working alongside him and his big, beautiful, brain,” You explained. “It’s just still so surreal that we’re on the same team. I don’t feel smart enough to talk to him, I guess.”
Fiddling with your fingers in your lap, you chuckled in self-deprecation. You didn’t dare look up at your friend; you knew she’d have a look of pity written all over her face. But you felt more than saw a hand rest on your knee.
“You are worthy of talking to him, honey,” Penelope assured you. “You wouldn’t have been chosen for this team if you weren’t the best of the best. The thing with Spencer is that he’s smarter than everyone, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Plus, I think he really wants to talk to you, too.”
“Mm, not so sure about that. Every time he tries, I barely make a sentence and stutter like a complete idiot,” You groan.
“Oh, so it’s more than just you not feeling smart enough. You like him, don’t you?” She asked ducking down to meet your gaze. The second your eyes caught hers you looked away, but yet again, she didn’t miss the color blossoming in your face. “Your secret is safe with me.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Mhm, somehow I doubt that.” Standing up, you grabbed your glass along with Penelope’s to refill them. Overall, you were glad your best friend knew about your inner turmoil regarding Spencer, but the thought of him knowing about it terrified you.
“Well, would you upset if I told him?”
“No, not upset, just…” You trailed off as you poured the wine. “I guess, scared.”
“What about if I slightly nudged him in the right direction without ever mentioning that you like him?” Penelope gave you another option. She reached her hand out to grab the stem of her wine glass, keeping her eyes on you as you rounded the couch to sit next to her again.
You pondered for a few seconds, the pad of your thumb circling the rim of your glass. “Fine, but if you tell him anything embarrassing about me, I’ll kill you in your sleep and the team will have to track me down.”
The two of you laughed, finishing the rest of the night with late night reality TV and an empty bottle of pinot noir. Nights like this were your favorite. You loved your job and wouldn’t trade it for the world but nothing beat lounging around lazily and talking until you have nothing to talk about anymore.
You longed for the day that you’d get to do it with Spencer. If you ever got to do it with him.
But Penelope was true to her word. Sort of.
It was only 5 days later when the team was out on another case and she began developing her scheme.
You sat in the office chair to her right, steadily typing away to try and find the suspect’s place of employment when Penelope’s chair wheels slid over to you. “I am asking you this because you’re my friend, but will you pretty please get us some coffee?”
You looked over your shoulder to see her put on her best pouting face, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one that said a couple weeks ago that you would never send me out to fetch you coffee?”
“Hey! It’s not just for me. You need some, too. We’ve been awake for 15 hours. I got the purp’s address already,” She told you. You swiveled all the way around, arms thrown out to the side.
“How do you do it so fast? Hotch asked less than 10 minutes ago!”
“Years of practice,” She waved her hand in the air. “Coffee? Please?”
You chortled a bit before sighing exasperatingly and evacuating your seat to head for the door. You glared at her non-threateningly. “You owe me later.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ll make it up to you.”
You grunted just before leaving the office and shutting the door behind you, giving Penelope about 5 minutes to execute her plan.
Immediately, she called Reid’s personal phone, hearing it ring twice before he answered.
“Hey, Garcia. What do you have?” He asked through the other line.
“What? Oh! I got the address, uh, looks like he works at an auto shop, ‘Buddy’s Body Shop’. It’s on 8632 Frontier Street. That’s not what I called for, though,” She said. Shuffling could be heard on Spencer’s end as the voices around him became quieter until they could no longer be heard, telling Penelope that he stepped away from the team.
“Okay… what did you need then?” He questioned, sounding unsure.
“What do you think about the new addition to our team?” Garcia interrogated, getting straight to the point.
“That’s what you called me for?”
“Yes! And you have about 3 minutes to answer. I sent her on a coffee run.”
“So she’s not in the room listening secretly?” Spencer whispered through the phone.
“No! I’m strictly a third party here. Now, hurry up! You have 2 and a half minutes!”
“Okay, well, uh, she’s really sweet. She’s shy and I like that about her, but I want to get to know her more.”
“So, you like her?” Garcia bluntly asked.
“Like her?”
“Do you think she’s cute?”
“Uh… well, uh, I mean…”
“I’ll stop you right there, boy genius. I get it. Luckily for you, you have me, her best friend, so I will tell you everything I can about her in the time we have left so that you can strike up a conversation with her the next time you see her, okay?” Garcia responded in a hurry, leaving Spencer no room to accept or decline. “Uh, so, she’s a Virgo, she likes pastries, she drinks an insane amount of sugar in her coffee—says the caffeine just isn’t enough—uh…”
Spencer giggled through the phone as Penelope continued.
“She loves cats, doesn’t care for dogs, she is a sucker for art museums, she’s super ticklish everywhere, but especially on the backs of her ribs, she can solve a rubik’s cube in under a minute, she went to MIT, and she’s coming back right now, okay, gotta go, bye!”
She didn’t give Spencer a chance to respond before she abruptly hung up the phone call. Less than 2 seconds later, the office door swung open where you balanced the two coffees on top of each other so that you could turn the doorknob.
Penelope smiled innocently once she turned to face you, her hand reaching out to grab her own coffee. “You are a life-saver.”
“Yeah, yeah,” You begrudgingly grinned back, sitting back down and taking a swig of coffee. You had to stop yourself from spitting it out once it hit your tastebuds. “Ew, ugh, this one is yours,” You cringed, holding the cup out to her.
Penelope furrowed her brows as she grabbed onto the other cup just as you snatched the one she was holding. You shrugged before drinking your own cup, moaning in contentment this time. “Much better. Yours didn’t have any—”
“Sugar,” Penelope let a breathy laugh shoot through her nose, finishing your sentence. “Got it.”
***
Since that day, you’d been none the wiser that Penelope had even spoken to Spencer about you. Everything carried on as normal for a week or two after that. Truthfully, you had forgotten about what you and Penelope had discussed—everyone on the team going on as normal.
You’d had a few spry conversations with Emily and Luke before leaving for the night and smiled shyly at Spencer as he did the same. No progress had been made and honestly, maybe it was for the best.
If you still couldn’t strike up a conversation with him almost a month into being his teammate, then maybe the two of you weren’t meant to be friends, let alone romantic partners.
That realization was something you were slowly coming to terms with, though it didn’t help that every time you saw Spencer in passing, he’d wave or send a short ‘hello’ in greeting. Your heart would flutter every single time.
But still, you were too shy to come up with anything to say to him in response. You were sure that after a while, Spencer would give up trying to interact with you at all, which would be the last thing you’d want to happen. So, you were just going to have to pull yourself together and talk to him the next chance you got.
You just hadn’t known it would be right that second.
A knock on the door of Penelope’s office was heard from behind you as you were packing up your belongings for the night. It startled you, causing you to gasp and whip around quickly, only to find Spencer standing in the entry way.
“My apologies,” He stated, his hands out in front of him. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Gathering your composure, you set your purse down into your chair and leaned against the desk. “It’s… okay. I scare easy, anyway,” You admitted to him. Once you’d caught your breath, you glanced up at him, finding a small grin gracing his features. You shrunk into yourself self-consciously. “…What?”
“Oh! Uh, nothing, you just… finally told me something about yourself,” He responded, biting his bottom lip through a smile. Your face burned hot at the realization and you chuckled quietly.
“I’m not intentionally trying to keep things from you, Dr. Reid. You just… intimidate me a little,” You mumbled the last part quietly, coiling up even more. Spencer stepped fully into the room to stand closer to you, getting a read from your body language.
“Please, it’s just Spencer,” He corrected you. “Also I think you’ve spoken more words to me today than you have since we met. It’s nice.”
You hummed in response, not being able to think of anything to say. You could feel Spencer’s gaze on you even if yours was on the carpeted floor, and somehow your face hadn’t burst from the heat rising into it.
“Why are you intimidated by me? I’m just me,” Spencer continued. You scoffed as if he wasn’t the most interesting one on the team, as if he wasn’t Spencer Reid: Boy Wonder.
“Just you…” You repeated, nodding. “Well, just you is pretty amazing.” You began fiddling with your fingers, anxious at the mere thought of saying anything more than that. Spencer shuffled his feet over to where you were standing to lean against the desk, as well. Your shoulders were only inches apart and it was as if you could feel electricity coming from his skin and into yours.
“That’s very kind,” He said, a breathy laugh shooting through his nose. “But what makes me different than anyone else here?”
Shaking your head and keeping your focus on the floor, you sighed. He didn’t get it. He couldn’t see that he was everything to you.
“Come on! Tell me,” He sang out, giving you a quick poke to your side, causing you to squeak and arch away from his finger. Your eyes widened, looking between his hand and his face. Spencer wore an uncharacteristically smug grin that paired well with raised eyebrows. “Oh?”
Your entire body felt like it was on fire with how flustered you were that Spencer Reid had just accidentally tickled you. And with the way he stared at you predatorily, that accident was about to become purposeful.
“Uh… I—”
“Are you going to tell me why I intimidate you?” Spencer questioned you rhetorically, knowing you wouldn’t get the chance to answer before he seized this opportunity. You found that you couldn’t move, couldn’t think. You couldn’t believe that what was going to happen was actually about to happen. Your mouth opened and closed, as if you were trying to respond, but your words wouldn’t formulate.
Spencer took that time to scoot closer so that he was basically hip to hip with you and slid one behind your back to pinch rapidly at your waist, sending you into a proper giggle fit while leaning into him. With his free hand, he dug into your belly and grinned at the way you screeched in surprise.
“I-hi… just—Spehencer!” You whined through your laughter and even he couldn’t deny the butterflies he felt when you said his name. Your hands pushed his away with little difficulty; Spencer had mostly removed them from your torso before you could fully touch him. In that moment, you were reminded of his disdain for physical contact, especially with his hands. “Oh, uh, I—I’m sorry, I—”
“I don’t mind you touching me,” He assured you. “I mean, I did start tickling you on my own accord. It’s just people I’m not really comfortable with… and handshakes. I hate handshakes.”
Your cheeks burned bright as you realized what he’d admitted, another shy smile finding it way to your face.
“You intimidate me because… I looked up to you all throughout school. I read all of your papers and dissertations and I just can’t believe that I’m on the same team as you. It doesn’t feel real, yet,” You shakily said, sighing in relief that at least half of the truth was out in the open. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid he might have a disgusted expression adorning his face.
Out of nowhere, a fluttering sensation sparked up on the backs of your ribs, causing a loud yelp to escape your lips as you jumped up and practically ran across the room. You turned to face him with a stunned look. There’s no way he could have known that was your worst spot. Unless…
Spencer had an insufferable smirk plastered on his lips and immediately, you knew who had spilled your secret.
“I’m going to kill Penelope,” You whispered, shutting your eyes tight. With your sense of hearing now heightened, you instantly clocked the moment Spencer stood straight on his feet and took a couple of steps toward you. You gasped, eyes reopening as you took a step back.
“You are worthy of this team. Worthy of working with all of us. You’re smart, cunning, funny, beautiful, and I’m the lucky one in this situation because I got to meet you,” Spencer truthfully muttered. Speechlessness was all you could feel after his declaration. “Garcia told me some things about you—to help me get an insight of who you really are behind this shy façade—and I’ve come to understand why you’re her friend.”
“Spencer, I—”
“So, really I came here to talk to you today because I was hoping that maybe you’re too shy to talk to me because you might share the same feelings as I do.”
Your heart felt like it could beat straight out of your chest with how honest you knew he was. A fire starting in your chest, your cheeks, your whole body. Nodding, almost imperceptibly, you breathed out slowly.
“I do, yes.”
“Come out to dinner with me, then,” He said. It was a statement rather than a question. A sentence said so confidently that you had no choice but to say yes because you knew he meant every word. He gave you no reason to doubt that he wanted to take you on a date.
“I-I’d love to,” You stuttered, fingers fiddling with themselves. Spencer reached forward to grab your hands in his, again showing you proof that he felt at ease with you. His skin felt cold against your warmth, somehow calming your heartrate down enough to finally lock eyes with him. “You meant all those things?”
“Every word.”
And as you sat and ate together, you believed him. You could tell that he was falling for you just as you were for him. The way you two bonded over things that no one else could understand, how his hand never left yours for more than a few minutes at the time, how with each passing moment you became less nervous—it was easy with Spencer.
It only got easier as the weeks went on. By the fourth month you’d known him, you’d given him a key to your apartment. At the end of the year, 6 months after you’d met, you’d asked him to move in. It might have been a bit taboo, but he was over at your place more than he was at his own, especially after he returned back from cases.
Eventually, you did thank Penelope for all her interfering, even if it was embarrassing at first. She was ultimately the one to get you and Spencer to admit your feelings to each other, so you gave her a hug and spent a whole night telling her about your adventures with him (it didn’t matter if those adventures were mostly spent lounging on your couch. You loved them all the same).
Your most recent adventure consisted of watching a movie in your bed, though you weren’t really paying attention because of the roaming hands and lazy kisses being placed in those sweet spots you loved so much.
You never thought of Spencer being handsy, but damn, you were glad he was. Despite being a little awkward, he was assertive with you, making sure you were well taken care of in any and all ways.
You laid partially on top of him while kissing him chastely as his hands gripped your waist, happy sighs and quiet moans filling the room. Relaxing into him, Spencer’s hand lost some of its weight, consequentially dragging his fingers featherlight across the backs of your ribs.
“MM!” You squeaked into his mouth, rolling off of him in reaction. “Spence! You know I’m ticklish there!”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Ihit was an accident. It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” Spencer found a way to wrap his arms around you, intentionally digging into that same spot, making you cry out in hysterical laughter.
You jolted in surprise, then tried to squirm out of his touch. “SPEHEHENCE! NOHOT THERE!”
“Ooh, right. Not there,” He clicked his tongue in faux realization. “How about here, then?” He cheekily asked, wiggling his nimble digits into your sides—still unbearably ticklish. “Seems like a good spot.”
“You’re—AHAH! Yohou’re ruining a mohoment!” You yelled at him, your elbows clamping down onto his hands out of pure instinct.
“Tickling you is my favorite activity to do, though. Want to know why?”
“Whyhyhy?”
His hands worked their way into the soft skin of your belly, lightly spidering around to keep you giggling rather than cackling. Your cheeks burned hot under his gaze—still a common occurrence even to this day—and from how easily he took you apart with just the lightest of touches.
“Because…” He drawled out, “It was the one thing that got you to talk to me.” Spencer ceased tickling you, now holding you tight to his chest for a different reason. You melted into his arms, letting out a few residual giggles.
“I thihink I’d categorize it as coercing, but…”
“Either way, it got us to where we are now and it makes both of us happy.”
“Woah!” You pulled back to look at him incredulously. “I never said that!”
“You didn’t have to. I can tell by the way you never fight back or run away,” Spencer called you out, poking your ribcage a few times. You laughed through a groan, but you both knew you weren’t annoyed or offended by his words.
“Ugh! Fihine! I guess I don’t mind it since it was kind of the thing that brought us together,” You slapped his wrist gently before wrapping your arms back around him. “But that’s all you’re getting out of me!”
“That’s all I needed,” He divulged, placing a fast peck to your forehead. Silence settled among the two of you for a while after that before Spencer spoke up again. “Did you ever think we’d be here 6 months ago?”
“Definitely not,” You answered quickly. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe it now. I still see you as that scrawny kid whose thesis papers I studied throughout grad school.”
“I obviously did a great job with those papers since it led you straight to the BAU.”
“Yeah, you did alright,” You smiled, kissing his neck sweetly.
As you fell asleep in the arms of the man of your dreams, you reminisced on how perfectly the stars had aligned to get you to this moment. It wasn’t luck, it was fate. At least, that’s what you’ll always believe.
Because being with Spencer Reid didn’t just fall into your lap. He was destined to be yours.
#criminal minds tickle#criminal minds#tickle fic#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#sfw tickle fic#ler!spencerreid#ler!spencer#ler!penelope#ler!garcia#penelope garcia x reader#penelope garcia#spencer reid x reader#spencer x reader#spencer reid#tickle fluff#spencer reid tickling#penelope garcia tickling
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🦄💅🏻 Penelope Garcia 💻🦄
Character Masterpost - Last Updated June 15, 2022
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"— Diga que sentiu saudade de mim — implorei, sussurrando em seu ouvido. — [...] Enquanto eu falava, segurei sua bochecha, virando seus lábios para encontrar os meus. — Diga que sentiu a minha falta — sussurrei em sua boca. — E que não se esquecerá de mim. Pergunte se penso em você e se sinto sua falta todos os dias."
- Má Conduta, Penelope Douglas
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Cheer Up!
~ [ TBHK CRASH! ] ~
Characters: Kirito, Kota.
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Situation: Kirito had a bit of a bad day, but his sister, Kota knows what to do :3
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Kirito silently cries while in his father's library. Why, you ask? Well, his day hasn't been the best. He got many flashbacks of the past, which made him overwhelmed with thoughts of if it would happen again.
The bad thoughts had a pause when he heads footsteps coming in the boundary, looking back, he saw Kota.
"Kota! You're back!" Kirito shouts, running and hugging his older sister with a smile.
"Mhm." Kota smiled softly and hugged her younger brother, but noticing his wet, teary eyes made her worried. "Are you alright? You look like you've been crying.." She asks, kneeling down to Kirito's height.
Kirito's eyes widened, but he wipes away his tears to hide them away. "I'm fine! W-Why would you think I was crying? hah.." Kirito said nervously.
"Kiri... Are you lying to me?.." Kota teased, hands behind her back as she smiled. Kota walked towards him slowly.
Kirito looked at her with a nervous expression, backing away. His back then hits the wall. "I-I'm not! I swear!"
"Hm.. I don't believe you." Kota grabs his arm and lifts it up, scribbling underneath it.
"Kotahaha!" Kirito giggled out, now tugging at his arm to try and free it. "Dohohon't!"
"Don't what exactly?" Kota smiled, her hand grasped firmly on his arm to make sure he couldn't bring it down.
"Tihihickle mehe!-" Kirito giggled a bit more.
"If you say so!" Kota lets go of his arm and starts skittering her fingers all over his tummy.
"AHEAH- ThaHAt's nAHAHt whahahat I meant!" Kirito brought his arm back down and tries to cover up his stomach.
“Sure..” Kota smiled and scratches gently at his sides.
“KOTAHAH!” Kirito shouts in giggles, squirming in her grasp. He pushed at her hands, yet no avail. His tail wags and whips in a bit of a fast pace.
“Yes dear brother?” Kota asked while squeezing his hips.
“STahAP!” Kirito pushed at her, squeaking and giggling.
“Hm..” Kota thought, before pulling him close to her chest. “No.” And then, she started to blow raspberries on his neck.
“GAHAH- NOHO!” Kirito started to flail around and squeal, giggling louder by the second.
“Yes, my dear brother.” Kota smiled and instantly stopped blowing raspberries on his neck. Instead, she started to scratch under his knees, which he squealed loudly.
“KOTAHAHA!!” Kirito kicked a little and started to laugh. That’s when Kota finally stopped.
“Feel better?” Kota asked, hugging him close.
“Yeah.. thanks..” Kirito smiled and hugged his older sister back.
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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.
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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.
#kourtni answers things#ticklish!spencer#criminal minds headcanon#spencer reid#derek morgan#penelope garcia#jj jareau#aaron hotchner#jason gideon#tickle headcanons
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What do you *actually* think will happen in 17?
sorry to take so long with this. I had a rough weekend and needed time to think this through so here is a list of things that "might" happen in s17. Be warned for some passive aggressiveness
the obvious:
More of Garcia being a stubborn bitch: I doubt the show will make her realize how shitty the character was in s16 and continue to derail her character somehow
Garcia being easily forgiven for her hookup with T*ler G*een cause god forbid anyone can be "rightfully" upset at the beloved Penelope Garcia
Tyler Green getting a shit ton of screentime, since he's now a series regular and him being irrelevant in s17
Luke being a glorified extra once again and only getting scraps about his life cause god forbid he and Tara take away any screentime from the beloved white men
More unnecessary screentime of Rossi in pain and suffering
Reid being mentioned a 1000000 times while Matt is forgotten (they haven't mentioned Matt after 16x02)
The gold star storyline being underwhelming
Luke and Tara still being out of focus
Evolution!Garcia being much ruder to Luke, even with their last scene in 16x10, the show will find ways for her to revery back to bullying Luke cause god forbid they let them be happy and less toxic together
Rossi's trauma after being trapped in a container being ignored after 17x01. I mean cm has an obvious track record of ignoring their character's traumas so why stop there
the rest of the characters having ooc moments besides Garcia
Will being mentioned several times by JJ, since Josh isn't coming back to s17
Garcia still having no remorse over her actions in s16 and they get brushed off with no consequences
Another cliffhanger in 17x10
Tyler Green still not dying and disappearing in 17x10
Elias possibly dying or disappearing before Tyler Green in 17x10
Emily missing out on fun team bonding moments cause of "work", based on the bts photo with everyone
Tyler Green trying to be "friendly" and helpful with everyone on the team
Tyler also having no remorse for sleeping with Garcia, a federal agent and not caring that there could be repercussions especially if the case goes on trial
The Gold Star Storyline being about Rossi, and the show trying to showhorn Tyler Green into the mix
More swearing from the characters
Tyler Green trying to "win" Garcia back
Luke still giving heart eyes
Luke still not getting a storyline, cause god forbid cm gives him more screentime than any of the white men
Shit, I almost forgot, JJ being calm and chill regarding Will despite seeing him get shot (despite surviving) with the same thing as Rossi and his ptsd
50/50 chance of happening:
JJ having slightly less screentime than s16 due to Will not appearing in s17, and the writers not knowing what to do with JJ that doesn't revolve around her and her husband and sons
Emily's "storyline" revolving around Bailey. Just cause he's dead, doesn't mean that the show isn't gonna stop having the women's storylines focus on anything else but the men around them. I do understand why Emily would be the most affected by his death despite their differences as the two were close but I don't want Bailey's death to take up all of Emily's storyline in s17, idk if that makes sense, like I don't want it to be the only thing s17 has for Emily. All we know that Emily goes through some "serious shit" which could mean anything
more random Tara and Rebecca drama, assuming if Nicole comes back
The garvez/greencia love triangle taking up more screentime than necessary, especially with Tyler Green being a "main" character
Elias Voit becoming Cat Adams 2.0, ruining an interesting villain by having him overstay his welcome longer than needed, not helped that Zach is also promoted to series regular, a first time they did that with an unsub and I don't understand why, despite interviews stating Elias' role in s17 being a hannibal lecter type role
Elias finding out about Garcia and Tyler Green's relationship and using it as leverage and preventing the BAU from prosecuting him for his crimes, which is why the
Garcia defending Tyler Green, moreso in front of Luke whenever he has any valid criticisms of him
Luke and Tyler having a verbal argument of some sort and it leads to a "fallout" between Luke and Garcia
The characters wearing more browns and grays
50/50 of fans and viewers being disappointed and let down
Person behind the door at the cliffhanger being anyone but Reid
Elias only interacting with Rossi
Bailey having more screentime than Luke and Tara despite him being dead and only in flashbacks or hallucinations
Garcia being conflicted about getting back together with Tyler
Garcia bragging about her therapy sessions once again
JJ's storyline revolving around her sons and some unnecessary drama to the boys, especially Henry. Him either getting bullied or anxious for whatever reason, not to mention his concern for his parent's safety and it gets brushed off after an episode or two
Tara and Rebecca possibly reconciling before breaking up, again
This is all I have so far, might update this if I come up with something else. Again, sorry for the passive aggressiveness, I'm still bitter about certain things in s16
@snailsandpuppy-dogtails, you're welcome to add more to this
@missmitchieg, @blackbird-brewster, @gaelic-symphony, @bacchicly, @baubeautyandthegeek, feel free to add more to this
#criminal minds#criminal minds evolution#david rossi#jennifer jareau#penelope garcia#tara lewis#luke alvez#emily prentiss#elias voit#tyler green#rebecca wilson
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Intro Post!
Hi friends! Lovely to meet you! 💕
This is my fandom/ticklefic blog, where (as stated in the description) I fangirl over my comfort characters. Said fangirling may include:
thoughts,
headcanons,
semi-coherent ravings,
and the occasional fanfic.
My current hyperfixation is Hazbin Hotel, particularly Alastor. (Other characters you may see pop up here from time to time are listed further down.)
Below is a bit about me, as well as House Rules & my fandom list.
House Rules 🏡
This is a SFW blog. if I post anything that makes you uncomfy, PLEASE tell me and I will remove it immediately.
This is a trauma-safe space. If there are any trigger-warning tags I can use to put you at ease here, please let me know! I am more than happy to add them. No trigger is too obscure!
I write for fun. This is an escape for me. It's also an extremely important coping strategy for when life gets overwhelming. Please leave your hate, unsolicited critique, & creepy DMs at the door.
This is not my main blog! I follow/like from @ticklace 💕
Less a rule, more a disclaimer: I find DMs rather draining to keep up with, beyond very short exchanges or targeted discussions on a specific topic. I am still 100% open to DMs! But be advised I'm much quicker to respond via asks, reblogs, & comments.
About Cozy! ☕
26 (she/they) from USA
asexual biromantic
into tickling (consensual & sfw ONLY!)
99% Ler, as far as this blog is concerned. I have my lee flashes irl, but for whatever reason it doesn't carry into my fandoms much.
My brain is alphabet soup: ADHD, PTSD, OCD, SPD. (But my friends just call me "neurodivergent" 😅)
In love with all things cozy and comforting ❤️ in my spare time I draw, knit, craft, and drink copious amounts of green tea & cocoa ☺️
My Blorbos 💘
Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
Rosie (Hazbin Hotel)
Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)
Just about all the characters from Good Omens
Varian (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure)
Shen (Kung Fu Panda 2)
Pitch (Rise of the Guardians)
Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)
LOTS more than this... will continue to update periodically 😁
red means I'm willing to write ticklefics for them
orange means I'm willing to write ticklefics under certain conditions
blue means I'm NOT willing to write ticklefics for them
Triggers - Kindly Avoid ❤️
blood and gore (except for mild cartoon violence)
ANYTHING nonconsensual
tickling with the intent to humiliate or hurt
I'm also not crazy about female characters being lees. There's no deeper meaning to that, just a personal trauma that makes it uncomfortable for me to read. Some of the fics I reblog have short instances of female characters being tickled (which I'll tag), but none of the fics I write will.
#sfw tickling community#sfw tickle community#sfw tk blog#sfw tickle blog#sfw tk community#sfw twords#tword community#tword content#tickle content#tickle fluff#hazbin hotel tickle#hazbin hotel tickles
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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Resenha: Bilhetes de ódio - Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
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Das autoras best-sellers do New York Times Vi Keeland e Penelope Ward, uma história de amor inesperada entre corações de segunda mão e segundas chances... Tudo começou com um bilhete azul misterioso costurado dentro de um vestido de noiva. Algo azul. Eu tinha ido vender o meu próprio vestido de casamento não-usado em uma loja de roupas antigas quando encontrei o “algo velho” de uma outra noiva. Preso à barra de um vestido emplumado fabuloso, estava a mensagem mais romântica que já li na vida: Obrigado por realizar todos os meus sonhos. O nome gravado em relevo no pequeno papel azul era Reed Eastwood, obviamente o homem mais romântico que já existiu. Descobri também que ele era o homem mais lindo que já vi. Se ao menos as minhas fantasias sobre amor verdadeiro tivessem parado por aí... Porque, desde então, descobri mais uma coisa sobre o Senhor Apaixonado. Ele é arrogante, cínico e exigente. Eu deveria saber. Graças a um giro do destino, ele agora é meu novo chefe. Mas isso não vai me impedir de descobrir a história por trás de seu bilhete de amor. Um bilhete de amor que não resultou em felizes para sempre. Mas aquela história não é nada comparada à que se está se desenvolvendo entre nós. Está ficando mais quente, mais doce e mais surpreendente do que qualquer coisa que eu poderia ter imaginado. Algo novo
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Fiquei tão decepcionada.
Quando li a sinopse, pensei: nossa, que legal!
Queria muito ver a animosidade entre esses dois. O ódio que na verdade era atração. Eu recebi? Sim, teve um indício de enemies to lovers. Mas nada daquilo que estou acostumada a ler (bem fraquinho na verdade).
O livro está mais para um romance dramático do que para um romance erótico. E não me achem uma depravada! Sou obcecada pelos livros da Brittainy C. Cherry, e choro em todos. Mas não estava na vibe desse, sabe? (talvez seja o período fértil e eu só penso em certas coisas… hmm, como eu posso dizer… acho que você me entendeu).
Os personagens são bem construídos. A Charlotte é uma personagem extremamente forte que sofre com síndrome do abandono. Foi abandonada bebê e foi traída pelo noivo. E o Reed sofre de uma doença e por isso foi abandonado pela noiva, uma semana antes de se casar, pois ela achava que teria que cuidar dele, que ele seria um fardo na vida dela. A vida de ambos é triste e cruel, porém enquanto Reed se fecha para o mundo por REALMENTE acreditar que é um fardo e que não merece amor.
Charlotte é uma pessoa extremamente amorosa e gentil (QUE VONTADE DE TE ABRAÇAR), e digo, com certa inveja, com uma inteligência emocional de milhões.
Ambos são juntados pelo destino e um certo bilhete azul encontrado em um vestido de casamento na loja onde Charlotte vai penhorar o seu vestido de casamento. Somando esse bilhete + uma foto do seu ex anunciando noivado com outra mulher que está usando O ANEL DE NOIVADO DELA!!! + um porre de vinho + uma stalkeada aqui e ali + encontrou o escritor do bilhete azul + marcou uma visita em um apartamento que custa alguns milhões + ter sido humilhada pelo escritor do bilhete por ser mentirosa = chorar no banheiro e receber conselhos e um emprego de ninguém mais, ninguém menos que a avó do Reed e diretora da empresa. Agora Charlotte trabalha como secretária da família Eastwood e adivinha quem não gosta nada da ideia, isso mesmo Reed.
Mas a convivência entre eles vai aproximando os dois, até o ponto de ajudarem um ao outro a concretizarem os afazeres da lista do foda-se (uma lista de coisas para fazer antes de morrer), e tem muitaaa coisa em! Tipo cantar em um coral, fazer sexo em uma cabine de trem que vai para a Itália, escalar… ah, e casar com Charlotte Darling (palavras do Reed, não minhas). O livro é muito fofo e merece ser lido quando você quer chorar. Eu gostei, mas infelizmente, não amei.
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Omg any hcs you have for criminal minds would be absolutely amazing if you feel like it please!!
hi hi!! here is my criminal minds headcanon tag, but i'm gonna ramble a couple of random ones here for you as well!!!
i literally headcanon the whole bau as bisexual. the b actually stands for bisexual. only other interpretation i'll accept is emily and/or penelope being lesbian
i think hotch was definitely faithful to haley but if you told me he fucked rossi back in the day i'd belive you
spencer has his license but he's a terrible driver which is why he usually takes public transport to work. he understands all the mechanics of operating a car, he just gets extremely anxious on busy roads and drives like a nervous grandma
spencer reid is autistic, bisexual, and non-binary (or a transman, either is acceptable) and it's pride month so you can't argue with me or you're homophobic /lh
ok i assume you meant like tickle hcs and i just went off the rails so let me get to that point kifljdfd
penelope, derek, and emily are the main lers
jj and spencer end up as lees more often
hotch and rossi usually stay out of it other than the occasional teasing comment or poke to the side
the younger members have definitely speculated whether or not hotch is ticklish though, bc they just can't imagine him laughing that hard
(he is, mostly on his knees or ribs)
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*Penelope stops and giggles, her little demon tail wagging like crazy and her pink demon horns sticking from her light purple hair. She chirps and smiled while laying on his lap.*
"Hah... Ha..."
*He rubs his ribs. His cat ears twitch.*
"You're prehetty evil at being a ler."
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Tickletober Day 30: Flinch
fandom: criminal minds
word count: 870
pairing: penelope garcia x reader (platonic)
summary: penelope began playing a game with you and you can't take it anymore
Penelope Garcia scared the shit out of you, but not in the way most people would think.
Penelope was a ray of sunshine. Positively delightful to be around on days when you found that you couldn��t even fake a smile and she prided herself on that. However, Penelope wasn’t shy to mischief and once she found out about your ticklishness, you were done for.
At first, it was just subtle pokes in the abdomen to get you to lighten up, but as the weeks went on, Penelope began upping the ante. She would squeeze your kneecap during meetings, pinch your sides when she snuck up behind you, and one time she even trapped you in an elevator and tickled you silly.
So, yeah, you were terrified of Penelope Garcia because you never knew when or where she would strike.
Recently, she began playing this little game with you where she would reach her hand out to your side or lunge at you unexpectedly just to see how hard you’d flinch. She had you on edge for close to a week and she hadn’t even touched you.
Your final straw was when she had faked you out after you’d returned home from a case and you looked extra burnt out. Penelope saw that you were the last one to leave, so she took the opportunity to sneak up on you and pretend as if she was going to tickle you. Of course, you had flinched and inhaled sharply, preparing yourself for her impending attack just like you did every time, but this time you’d had enough.
“UGH! Penelope!” You yelled, more frustrated at the situation than at her. “If you’re gonna do it, just do it!”
You wish you could have retracted what you’d said the second you saw Penelope’s lips curve into a smirk. “You’re giving me permission?” She asked. You sighed and shook your head.
“N-No, that’s not what I meant… I’m just tired of this little game you keep playing,” You explained yourself, turning back to your belongings to pack up for the night.
“You mean you don’t love flinching every single time I reach my arm out towards you?”
Penelope did as described, only this time actually wiggling a finger into your side, smiling as she watched you flinch out of instinct and arch away.
“Penelope…” You whined, turning to look at her with a pout. She chuckled at your reaction, holding her hands up in surrender.
“Alright, alright, I promise I won’t do it anymore. You just look a little down and I thought you could use some cheering up,” She uttered out. You sighed and looked at the ground.
“Yeah, it was a tough one. I’m just exhausted,” You mumbled, bringing a hand up to press your thumb and middle finger to your temples to try and rid yourself of the upcoming headache. You heard Penelope click her tongue which prompted you to glance back up at her, seeing that her arms were open wide.
“Come here,” She beckoned, waving her hands to silently tell you to hug her. You smiled sadly and walked forward into her arms, wrapping yours around her as tight as you could. Your head rested on her chest and inhaled slowly, taking in the moment.
You wouldn’t lie and say the playfulness of your relationship with Penelope wasn’t fun. Physical touch was your love language, after all, but this was your favorite. Just being held by someone who cared about you.
You stayed in that hug for what felt like an hour, just relishing in the weight that it held. Penelope cared for you and your happiness.
“Feeling better?” She asked after minutes of listening to your breathing. You hummed and squeezed her a bit tighter.
“Much better. Thank you.”
“Good. I’m glad. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I did say you needed a bit of cheering up,” She responded back, her tone of voice changing dramatically. You knew that tone well enough to know what was about to happen and unluckily for you, you had fallen straight into her trap.
Where Penelope’s fingers were resting against your ribcage, she began contracting them harshly and vibrating them into the crevices of the bones. You, of course, flinched at the suddenness and fell into thunderous laughter. Your legs weakened and Penelope had to hold you up so you didn’t completely fall to the ground.
“GAHAHARCIA! YOHOU TRAITOHOHOR!” You screeched into her chest, hiccupping as you struggled to catch your breath.
“As a profiler, I cannot believe you didn’t see this coming,” She taunted you, tickling every sensitive spot on your ribs and back that she could reach.
“OKAHAY! I’M FEHEELING BETTER NOHOHOW!”
Penelope ceased her attack and unwrapped her arms from around you once she was sure you wouldn’t immediately collapse to the ground, grinning smugly at the sight of your pink cheeks and ticklish smile.
“If all I need to do is tickle you to put you in a better mood, just say the word,” Penelope teased you. You scoffed and slapped her arm before continuing to put away the case files.
“I hate you,” You replied with a reciprocated grin. You knew damn well that you didn’t mean it.
#criminal minds tickle#criminal minds#tickle prompts#tickle fic#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#sfw tickle fic#ler!penelope#penelope garcia tickling#penelope garcia x reader#penelope garcia#augtickletober2022#tickletober2022#tickletober prompts
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lol I love all of these cookies and yes I’d love to be your zebra buddy (you can call me that, it’s really cute), sorry for confusing your followers lol 😂
so what are your comfort characters on the topic of it, with a few tickles. Mine are
most how to train your dragon character (both humans and dragons, just imagine getting tickled by hiccup and toothless, I would die from joy :C
My little pony (all the main six, I’m obsessed and discord, he must be an insane ler!)
Sonic characters (like sonic and shadow just are so fun with their rivalry and tails inventing tickle machines!)
My hero academia (just all my boys midoria, kirishima, bakugo, todoroki oh and Mina and Momo. They are just so adorable and super powers with tickles, maybe some endurance training :O)
I recently feel in love with the dsmp (so like the dream team, bench trio, technobalde was a more recent one and philza! The awesome dad figure.
a few random ones are
dogday, he called us angel TnT and huggy wuggy and kissy missy
the cast of inside out!
Reck it Ralph, such cool uncle vibes and Penelope, an annoying like sister.
oh and cookieswirlC, stampylongnose, popularmmos TnT my childhood
lol I went on a rampage, sorry, hoof bump lol ❤️🦓😂
*hands you some cookies* 🤲🍪🍪
Hehe cute Zebra🥰🦓
I feel too self conscious to divulge all of my comfort characters😖👉👈 But I’ll name a few hehe🙈 Soft!Lady Dimitrescu (RE8), Roxanne Wolf (FNAF), Harley Quinn (any version), Maleficent (Angelina Jolie version), Tauriel (The Hobbit trilogy), Helena Klein (Lovestruck app).
Mostly though I actually just like tickles from my imaginary romantic partner. Before anyone makes fun of me, I have maladaptive daydreaming disorder as a trauma response because of all the shit that’s happened to me over the course of my life and it’s my #1 coping mechanism to get through my daily life without SH and frequent breakdowns. (My therapist says it’s valid and it’s not unhealthy). Most of my days are spent with one foot in reality and the other foot in my safe imaginary world with my partner that I consider to be my internal voice of reason and comfort💜 It’s not something I normally talk about publicly but perhaps there are more people like me out there than I thought👉👈
These are all so cute and valid hehehe!!!🥰🥰🥰 Omg the Poppy Playtime characters hehe, I feel like Mommy Long Legs would be a great ler🙈
*hoof bump*🦓😂
#kiki cookies#Kiki’s beehive#tickle asks#Kiki’s crushin it#tickle community#sfw tickles#tickle#tickling#tickles#t word#tickle thoughts#t word community#ticklish#tickle blog#sfw tk blog#sfw tk community#sfw twords#sfw tickle community#sfw tickling#sfw tickling community
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"O que eu aprendi sobre sexo era que, para ser bom, tinha que ser mais do que só trepar. Brincar, provocar, falar…"
- Má Conduta, Penelope Douglas
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Tickle headcanons of my oc’s:3
Petunia!
LEE:
Very ticklish actually!
Not super ticklish but quite ticklish.
She squeaks. Very much
It’s cute too!
*Squeak* “Hehey!”
cannot handle being tickled with fluffy tails at all
Sometimes at least.
Her laughter is squeaky with snorts!
Ticklish on her hips, underarms, stomach, ribs, and feetsies :3
Mainly targeted by: Aless, Piper, Penelope, Nova, and Cosmos
LER:
Kinda nice.
Ruthless sometimes but that is rare!
Uses her nails to trail around someone’s tickle spots.
ITS CANON.
Teases too
“Aw, you sound adorable..”
JUST- AHASHHSH-
Cosmos. You are still a victim‼️
She blows raspberries.
Targets: Nightingale, Nova, Cosmos <3
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I LOVED your Ler!Emily drabble 💕🌸! Especially the other team members getting involved!
Could you do “You really shouldn’t lie to a profiler.” With Ler!Emily and even more cute interactions with the others?
"You really shouldn't lie to a profiler."
In hindsight, you hadn't been expecting said profiler to immediately opt for tickling you when you said you were feeling "peachy." Emily Prentiss saw right through your words. The heavy emotions of a case still lingered at the back of your head, and try as you might to act as if you were fine, your coworkers, who'd become your closest friends, knew you all too well to buy that lie.
"Ehehehemilyyyyy! Nohohot ihihin thehe buhuhullpehehehehennnnn!" You'd attempted to hush your own voice, however, it was a bit late for that. "Eheheverybody's gohohonna seheheeee!"
"Well, not everybody," JJ interjected, causing you to whip your head around and squeak upon seeing her, Spencer, Derek, and Penelope, standing there with smiles on their faces. "Juhust us..."
You kicked your legs and sunk down in your chair, face growing hot behind your hands. "Nohohot agahahahain!" Penelope was instantly fawning over the way you squeaked out those words.
"Aw! The sound that gives angels their wings~!" She hummed, placing her hand on Derek's shoulder. "Have you ever heard such a cute sound in your life, Derek Morgan?"
"Just the sound of your voice, babygirl~"
Emily's fingers latched onto your ribcage, making you shriek loudly. "Youhouhou guhuhuys ahahare nohOHOHOT hehehelpihihiiiiing! EHEEEEE! IHIHI DOHOHON'T NEHEHEED TIHIHICKLESAHAAA!"
"What's your conclusion on that last statement of theirs, human lie detector?"
Spencer blinked a few times at Emily's question, before answering, arms folded and voice carrying an eerily nonchalant tone. "Agent Y/N L/N, definitely needs tickles."
"IhIhIhI dohoho NOHOHOHOT, youhou huhuhumanoid cohohompuhuter!"
"Would you prefer if we assisted Emily in tickling you? Because that statement just now was a clear attempt at provoking me."
You knew it hadn't been the wisest decision to flip off your coworker. That hadn't stopped you from doing it. In an instant, you found yourself on the floor of the bullpen, being tickled to pieces by five of your most favorite people in the world. If Hotch and Rossi heard the entire ordeal from their offices, they didn't say a word about it the following day. But, the two of them shared a look of relief when they saw that you were visibly more relaxed, and, for the first time in weeks, you had a bright smile on your lips when you walked into the bullpen.
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GAWD- THIS PROMPT IS SO 🥰 AGHSDJJDJF Thank you so much for requesting a follow up drabble to the last ler!Emily one 🥹 I had a lot of fun with this! (oh my GAHD if Spencer, Derek, Emily, JJ, and Penelope all ganged up to tickle me I'd die 🪦⚰️ /lh /p)
I hope you enjoyed! 🥺❤️ /gen /p
~ Ushu 💕
#sugar-answers#tickle drabble#sfw tickle blog#sfw tickle fluff#ler!emily prentiss#ler!emily#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ler!bau#AHHSDHDJFJ
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