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*Sequel to Movie Nights and (rather one-sided) Tickle Fights + Part 3 to Sensibility and Its Open Doors*
SFW; angst at first but gets super duper fluffy, more hints of a slowly growing romance (this be a slow burn AHSHSHD)
Words: 2859
Summary - After Y/N experiences a meltdown brought about from sensory overload during a very stressful assignment, they grow embarrassed and ashamed, which is further worsened by the ableist comments of someone involved in the case. Spencer offers his support, and in the midst of slowly helping them to settle, suggests a very familiar way to get them giggling again.
Warnings: Talks of sensory overload, meltdowns, shutdowns, going nonverbal, recounting of ableism, imposter syndrome, lots and lots of super soft and comforting tickles
DISCLAIMER: This fic is inspired by my own experiences with sensory overload, meltdowns, and shutdowns as a neurodivergent individual. Not everyone who's neurodivergent experiences what the reader in this story experiences. My hope is for this fic to provide some comfort to ND readers who feel a lot of shame and embarrassment post-meltdown or shutdown, as well as provide comfort for fellow ND individuals who've had to experience ableism in the workplace
Spencer's footsteps were growing faster in pace as he made his way down the hall. JJ stood outside of one of the room doors, hands resting on her upper arms as she patiently waited for her friend to reach her. His eyes flickered with concern, and every ounce of his body language was evidence of his worry.
"How are they doing, JJ...?" he questioned quietly, ignoring the people who walked past him, as his mind could only focus on Y/N's wellbeing.
JJ glanced toward the door, her eyes saddening. "Not good, Spence. They're really embarrassed. I did my best to assure them the meltdown wasn't their fault, but... the case witness yelling at them, and saying that to them-"
"Oh, believe me. Morgan and Prentiss are giving him hell right now. It's been a long time since I've seen Hotch get that angry."
"IhI don't blame him. I talked with Garcia a few minutes ago. She's ready to fly out here and fight." JJ's statement was followed by a hollow laugh, and her eyes wandered to the door again. "Spence, do you... do you want to check in on them? I think they really need to see you right now."
Spencer nodded, and JJ moved aside so he could enter the room. Before he opened the door, he knocked very gently. "Y/N, it's Spencer... I'm coming in, okay?" The faint sound of a wordless affirmation was heard by the doctor, who then slowly turned the doorknob, and stepped into the dimly lit room.
Y/N remained staring at their hands, tugging at their sleeves and rocking their body. Their headphones sat around their neck, but in the midst of their distress, they hadn't been able to get any music playing. Spencer carefully closed the door behind him, before slowly stepping closer.
"Hi," he greeted softly. "Are you alright with me sitting with you?"
His coworker's nod had him recognizing that they had gone nonverbal. Their eyes still couldn't meet his, but he noted the way their body seemed to lose a small bit of its tension when he sat beside them. A few silent minutes went by, the only noise coming from the fan above, and from outside of the room in the form of footsteps. Spencer glanced over to Y/N upon feeling the gentle tap on his arm, and he watched as his friend signed a single word.
"Sorry..."
"Y/N, you don't have anything to apologize for. Your hypersensitivity to sensory input is not something you should be made to 'get a handle on.' And, contrary to that man's statements, there is nothingwrong with you."
The horrid comments made by the case witness were still running rampant at the front of their mind. They looked up at Spencer, opening their mouth in an attempt to speak, but even the thought of talking in that moment felt physically painful. Spencer offered his hand, and Y/N shakily accepted.
"I know you feel embarrassed, and ashamed, about experiencing a meltdown at work, in front of us, but none of us would ever hold something like this against you. Ever." Spencer's voice was firm, speaking his words with conviction, but he made sure his voice stayed quiet. "Navigating this line of work, with the little amount of support there is for neurodivergent agents, is not an easy task, and believe me, you make it look so. much. easier, than it is..."
He gave Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze. "...but you should not have to work five times as hard, or sacrifice your entire wellbeing, or be subjected to gross mistreatment when you're experiencing sensory overload, just to prove you belong here."
Y/N returned the squeeze, and looked down at the floor. Their body was so tired, overwhelmed guilt, and embarrassment, with every thought in their mind being the repeated questioning of their own abilities, and of their place on the team. "Y/N..."
"H-Hm?"
"Would you be alright with a pressure hug?" Spencer watched as his friend slowly looked up at him, and nodded. The moment his arms carefully wrapped around them, they buried their face in his sweater, hugging him as tightly as they could. It was a comforting feeling, especially given that the sweater's fabric was one with a texture that emitted absolute sensory bliss, like the softest cloud, if clouds could be woven into clothing. Y/N wouldn't deny that their heart was fluttering from Spencer's affection, and they hummed when he returned the squeeze, resting his chin on the top of their head.
"Not a day will go by where I don't tell you that you belong here, Y/N. I... I can't tell you enough, just how thankful I am, that you're here. I meant what I said during our movie night."
Y/N lifted their head to meet his gaze, and he couldn't help the smile that crept up on his lips. "Doho you realize how cute it is when you do that?" Their brows furrowed.
"It isn't cute..." Spencer saw their eyes widen as they realized their nonverbal episode was over, but he didn't point it out or make it a big deal, which Y/N was grateful for.
"Scientifically, you're incorrect," the doctor challenged with a smile. "Do I need to give you the whole spiel on the orbitofrontal cortex and releasing of dopamine again? You know I will~"
"I-It is not c-cute!"
"Well, unfortunately, you can't dictate what my brain does and does not find cute~ It is cute. And you're cute. You cannot argue with the science of cuteness."
"Stop it..."
"Would you prefer I call you adorable? Because I could totally call you that too."
Spencer noticed Y/N had begun stress-stimming again, tugging at their sleeves, and rubbing their hands, and he frowned as they stared down at the dull, turquoise, rug flooring of the room. "I... I can't stop thinking about what that man said to me... what he called me... everything... I-It, it really hurts, Spencer..."
They tried not to cry again, but Y/N's eyes were already growing foggy and glassy, chest aching with the urge to sob, and in their attempts to speak again, the tears began to fall. Spencer held them closer, to him, offering another pressure hug, and obliging when Y/N nodded despite their crying.
"I know, Y/N. We can stay like this as long as you need, okay?"
"M-Mhm..."
Spencer's phone, which he'd set to vibrate to make sure it wouldn't startle Y/N and further upset them, began to ring, so he answered quietly, letting JJ know that he needed to stay with their teammate until they had fully recovered from the meltdown-turned-shutdown.
"Y-You don't... you don't have to stay..."
Spencer set his phone back into his pocket, his arms enveloping the tearful agent once more. "I want to. I'm going to. Y/N, you mean the absolute world to me. You and this team, are the closest friends that I have ever had. I found a home with this team. I found a home with you... Please, tell me how I'd ever be alright with not making sure you feel safe and sound on this team..."
"I... I don't understand. You've been so patient with me... you've been so protective of me... you've been so..." Y/N moved back so they could study Spencer's expression, taking a deep breath before they whispered out their next words. "...understanding, of me..."
The genius smiled softly, gently placing his hands on their shoulders. "I guess you could say, I've... I've walked a lot more than just a mile in your shoes, Y/N."
In their mind, Y/N was kicking themself. It made so much sense why Spencer was so understanding, why he was so patient, why he was so committed to making sure they felt safe, why he was adamant about prioritizing their wellbeing in times they couldn't do that for themself... Spencer understood because he lived it.
"S-Spencer, You're..."
"Yeah," he answered quietly, still simpering, his tone of voice carrying an air of casualness. He didn't feel ashamed of it. He hadn't for a long time. He didn't want Y/N to feel ashamed for a second longer. "I have a question for you."
Y/N bit their lip and nodded to signal that Spencer could ask them whatever was on his mind in that moment. Nothing could have prepared them for what he was about to inquire, however.
"Would you be alright with some tickles?"
Butterflies traveled from their ear and down their body in mere seconds at the question. They could feel their cheeks and ears heating up with the intensity and speed of a high quality hot plate, or... perhaps that of a pocket warmer. No matter how many times the topic of tickling was brought up, despite their many tickle fights, though, to be fair, they weren't exactly tickle fights as much as they were simply Spencer tickling the daylights out of them, they would always grow flustered. Y/N was racking their brain for an answer, but their overthinking was interrupted when their friend gently squeezed their hand.
"It's perfectly alright if you're not up for it right now." Y/N nodded at Spencer's words, before taking a deep breath.
"I... I am... I'm just... It... IhIt never gets any easier to hear that word..."
Spencer's lighthearted chuckle made them smile, their wrists shaking with the beginnings of what would soon be very intense happy stimming. He knew Y/N wasn't feeling completely like themself, and was still very sensitive in the aftermath of their meltdown. As "unfair" of a ler, which is how had Y/N once put it, as Spencer could be, he knew that it wasn't the time for his usual methods.
Instead, in the dim lights of the empty office space, Y/N saw Spencer's slow wiggling fingers creep into view, and they pressed their lips together, already feeling the urge to giggle bubbling in their chest. "IhI already see that smile forming."
"Mmnot s-smiling..."
"The corners of your mouth keep twitching, and you only ever press your lips together when you're trying not to smile. I've known you nearly a year, Y/N. I'd be disappointed in myself if I couldn't tell when you were about to smile."
Y/N tried to furrow their brows and glare at him, but as his wiggling fingers suddenly got centimeter's away from their belly, they squeaked softly.
"Are you okay with some belly tickles?" Spencer's question was laced with care, with concern, wanting to make sure that he checked with them about each spot he targeted. Although the question had Y/N's face burning even hotter, they nodded, remaining timorous as Spencer carefully moved up their shirt the tiniest bit, before he began to trace delicate circles over the skin on their tummy.
They tried their best to stay still, and to not react, their stubbornness trying to outmatch their desire to giggle, however, when Spencer spidered his fingers a little faster, they began to squirm, the quietest little giggle sneaking out from their lips. "There's that giggle~"
"Mhmph! S-Spehehencer..."
"I'm still curious as to what part of your belly is the most ticklish."
"Y-Youhou h-havehehen't fihigured thahahat out yehet!?" Y/N hissed, gasping when Spencer tickled the skin right above their waist, body jolting from the super sensitive nerve endings being activated.
"I juhust did." He fluttered his fingers over the spot again, still at a careful pace, and grinned when he saw their hands begging to flap. "You're safe, Y/N. Safe to stim and giggle as much as you want to. You're not constricted by time or assignments right now."
The tickling remained gentle, light, and the comforting touch was helping Y/N to feel a little more present in their body again. "How about your sides? Are you alright with me tickling this spot?"
"M-Mhm- PFFHEEE! S-Spehenceherrr!" Y/N's back arched and they moved their fists toward and away from each other, giggling even harder when the tickling sensations increased two fold. Spencer slowed the tickles a little more, trailing his pointer fingers up and down repeatedly, and Y/N relaxed back into his arms, save for the occasional jump or breath hitch when it tickled more than they were expecting.
"You've done amazing navigating this entire situation, Y/N. I want you to hear that. Even if you can't believe it, even if you do believe it, but you doubt it, you're doing fantastic, and the entire team, especially me, we're all so proud of you."
There was something so oddly flustering about hearing such comforting words in the midst of the gentlest tickling, and Y/N resorted to closing their eyes, their happy stimming surging through their nervous system and leaving their body through their flapping hands.
"Is there any spot in particular you'd like me to tickle next?"
"IhIhI dohon't knohohow!" Y/N squeaked out, hiding their face in Spencer's shirt.
"Would back tickles be too much right now?" He really was so sweet, and Y/N was very grateful he was checking in so much.
"Gohohoho eheheasy, plehease."
Spencer obliged, and only used one finger to softly and slowly trace patterns on their back, smiling softly at the way Y/N curled into him, their giggles spiking in pitch every so often when he neared their spine. His heart was fluttering rapidly at the endearing sight of the joy returning to their body and mind, as the more he tickled them, and reminded them of how incredible they were, the more reassured they began to feel.
"No matter what that imposter syndrome tries to tell you, we do not see the failure you see. We don't see a burden, we don't see an obstacle. We see our teammate, Y/N. We see our friend. I see the person who I've grown to completely and utterly adore and adore being around." When Spencer lightly brushed over the spot where their sides met their back, they shrieked into his shirt, and sunk down, lying across his lap and looking at him.
"Dohon't apologize, Y/N. I'm sorry I caught you off guard." He looked into their eyes, not taking any offense when they had to avert their gaze a couple of seconds later. "Are you all tickled out?"
With a sheepish bite of their lip, Y/N shook their head. "Noho? Okay. How about your neck?" After a nod of affirmation, Spencer fluttered his fingers on their skin, grinning each time Y/N scrunched their shoulders or lightly turned their head. Their legs were bouncing with happy stimming, arms tucked into their chest.
After a few more minutes, Y/N had built up the courage to timidly ask a question.
Spencer had to fight the urge to audibly 'awww' over Y/N's timid question, and gently moved their arms out of the way, their happy stimming moving to their fingers. He set his hands on their sides, close to their hips, and bit by bit, began to walk his fingers up.
"Look out~ They're gonna get your ribs~" Y/N giggled even harder and had to cover their mouth to keep their loud squeak from echoing into the hallway. "They're gonna make you giggle and remind you how wonderful you are~"
Despite the playfulness, Y/N noticed that Spencer's singing in that moment was void of his usual teasing tone. He could tell that despite their giggling, that they were still feeling fragile. When he got to their ribs, he wiggled his fingers along them, moving up and down strategically. The two remained like that for a good ten minutes more, with Spencer always checking in before he moved to a new spot. Even after he'd stopped, Y/N's happy stimming remained.
"Hotch says we're set to return to the hotel for the day. Are you feeling alright enough to leave the room?"
"I-I think so... Thank you, Spencer. Thank you for everything." They pushed themself up a bit, and pressed a grateful kiss on Spencer's cheek.
"Of course, Y/N. Always." His face felt warm from the kiss, and he was thankful that in the low lighting, they couldn't see how red he was sure his face had become. "Um... Before we head back, would you like to get something to eat, somewhere? A-Anywhere? With... with me?"
Y/N's overthinking was beginning to creep up on them again, but they weren't about to let it spoil a chance to spend more time with someone they cared for so immensely, and without a second thought, they nodded with a smile. The negative words of the man only crossed their mind a couple more times that day, and even then, Spencer was right there to offer support, and reassurance, in the form of tickles, infodumps, and shared experience.
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I am in such a lee mood for soft ler!Spencer rn 😭🤎 I owe a major thank you to @softestavengers for this headcanon about how Spencer would comfort an Autistic lee after a meltdown. They inspired me immensely!!! 💖💖💖 /p /gen
To my fellow ND readers who struggle with sensory overload, meltdowns, shutdowns, or nonverbal episodes, I'm sending you all of my love. Sensory overload is so stressful and meltdowns and shutdowns are so energy draining and scary. Please take care of yourselves 💜 /gen
I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.
Prompt: There is a power outage and Emily has to find another way to entertain JJ
Warnings: NSFW jokes, Swearing
"We could have sex?
JJ rolled her eyes at Emily's suggestion "You really want to stoop to Reid and Morgan's level?".
Emily sighed, pulling JJ into a hug, JJ laying her head on Emily's shoulder "What do you wanna do?".
Emily started to sway them from side to side, it gradually turned into a slowdance as JJ laughed "This would be romantic if there wasn't..."
She fell silent and allowed the noise of the guest room bed rocking to ring out, making Emily laugh loudly "I guess it's romantic for them"
JJ smiled as Emily pulled out her phone, turning on her data and playing romantic music at top volume, starting to slow dance again
"If you listen close enough, you can hear Reid moaning" Emily whispered
JJ broke into laughter "We can't dance romantically if you keep talking about Spencer and Derek".
Emily whined, "What can I do?"
JJ looked up at her "What do you mean?"
"How do I keep you entertained?" Emily wiggled her eyebrows with a cheeky smirk.
"Stopp" JJ laughed as she stood up, allowing Emily to hold her again.
Emily smiled, laying her head on JJ's shoulder and kissing her neck, getting a small gasp as JJ grabbed her hips
"Em, don't" She whispered
Emily smiled against her skin "Don't what?"
"You know that tickles" JJ whined, Emily giggling and kissing her neck again
"I also know that you love it" Emily muttered with a smirk.
JJ's face flushed as she looked away, almost squealing when Emily placed her hands on her sides.
"I don't" JJ whispered once more as Emily giggled, sliding her hands up JJ's sweater and starting to skitter
"Kitchy kitchy coo~" She whispered into JJ's ear, making the smaller girl shiver
"E-Ehem, I swear to gohod-" JJ giggled, covering her face as Emily held her into her chest
"You aren't going anywhere, Giggle-bug~" Emily smirked, her hands trailing up JJ's back and wiggling her fingers at her shoulder blades
JJ shrieked, arching her back and looking like she was going to snap in half as she burst into loud giggles "E-Ehehemily Prehehentiss! Stohop this rihight nohow!"
Emily laughed at her "Are you entertained yet?".
"I was nehehever bohohored- Ehemily, Plehease! It tihihickles!" JJ squealed, Holding onto Emily's shoulders to keep herself standing as Emily smiled
"You're such a dork, JJ" She hummed cheekily.
JJ shook her head "Y-Yohou're tihihickling me!"
Emily smiled, poking at her hips "Oh, really? Gosh, I didn't notice!"
JJ whined gently, burying her face into Emily's neck as she was pushed onto the sofa, Emily crawling over her and pinning her arms above her head with a smirk.
"Keep it PG, Emily- AGH!"
Emily blew a massive raspberry into JJ's neck, sending JJ into overdrive, Emily's fingers massaged into the hollows of JJ's hips, JJ bucked and shrieked
"E-EHEHEMILY, PLEHEHEASE STOHOP!".
JJ's giggles, snorts and pleas only fueled Emily's need to keep going as she blew another raspberry, this time into JJ's collarbone.
JJ cried out in laughter, kicking her feet in an attempt to get Emily off "EHEHEMILY! PLEHEHEASE IT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD! I'M TOHOHOO TIHIHICKLISH THEHEHERE!"
Emily smirked, The neck and shoulders area was always an instant kill for JJ, but there was only one spot that could really put the cherry on the cake, and Emily wouldn't stop until she got it.
Her Tummy
As soon as Emily crawled down, JJ knew what was coming, she saw the sparkle in Emily's eye and the cheeky little smirk, JJ felt her sweater getting pulled up, not even daring to take a breath as she watched Emily's every move.
Emily slowly leaned down, making JJ's tummy quiver under Emily's breath as she got closer.
Emily pressed a small kiss right under JJ's bellybutton and watched JJ shiver "Try not to giggle too hard for me, darling, Or do, either way, I'm going to nibble your tummy~"
Emily began to nibble softly at the flesh on JJ's lower tummy, making giggles bubble up her throat and out of her mouth, those giggles soon turning into loud hysteria and cackles as Emily got closer to her navel
JJ writhed and squirmed, not really wanting to get away as Emily continued, starting to make little "Numnum" sounds to add to the playful mood
"Ehehem! pl- Ahahagh- plehease!" JJ barely had the energy to laugh anymore, Emily finishing with a kiss on her belly button before she let up
"Did you have fun?"
JJ nodded gently, a smile still playing on her lips as she sat up "Is it my turn now?" She asked
Emily's eyes widened "H-Huh?". JJ pounced at her, her fingers drilling into Emily's ribs
