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This still feels like a fever dream.
CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN Ghosted (2023)
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IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I COULD DIE
STOP THE FUCKING PRESS, WE HAVE TICKLISH SEBASTIAN STAN
ANABELLE WENT IN DEFINITELY TO TICKLE HIM, AND HIS REACTION IS A MIXTURE OF ANTICIPATORY TICKLES AND FEELING TICKLISH AT THE SAME TIME. which leads me to believe he is super ticklish, as anabelle didn’t fully launch an attack but he still grabbed her arm and flinched away.
GUYS IDK WHAT TO DO HELP I NEED MORE, WE GOT IT @barnesrogers-blog
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i’m in such a tickle mood today and i just need tickle content of sebastian stan and i know that’d keep me afloat for a few months LMAO
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rossi: enjoy the rest your twenties, kid! these are the best years of your life.
spencer: dave, i’m trying not to kill myself.
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Spencer Reid in every episode of Criminal Minds:
Season 1, Episode 11, ‘Blood Hungry’
Masterlist ✰
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Spencer Reid's mobile phones
Spencer has a known dislike for technology and I noticed that he doesn't switch to a smartphone for a very long time after the rest of the team did. So I thought it'd be interesting to actually see what mobile phones he uses in each season.
Season 1: The antenna on the phone! I found this phone so funny when I first started watching criminal minds (I'm gen z okay).
Season 2: Flip phone era. Flip phones are so sassy and iconic, but he tends to cover his other ear while using so it probably wasn't the best lmao.
Season3: Silver flip phone & the iconic Spencer phone (silver & black Nokia).
S4:
S5
S9
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S11 in this season he uses the same Nokia that he has used for years but in 11x11 Entropy he uses a smartphone, however the episodes after he goes back to using his Nokia (the smartphone could have been needed for this specific case).
S12 seems to be back to the Nokia again both before and after prison
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Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie at the 82nd Annual Golden Globes held at The Beverly Hilton on January 05, 2025 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Michael Buckner/GG2025/Penske Media via Getty Images)
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They make me just beyond happy.
BFFs reunion
+ bonus
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2024: the year of growing your hair out
werewolf & vampire?
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he's so perfect, i miss glasses reid !!
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This is just what I needed to make my day better.
Predicament
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Reid, Morgan + the BAU
Summary: Prentiss accidentally finds out that Reid is ticklish and Morgan stores it away for later.
A/N: Based on two prompts about Reid's long hair bothering him in the heat and Morgan tickling him in secret in front of the others. I hope you like it!
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Reid was approximately five seconds away from going into the kitchen of this small town police station and grabbing the scissors to cut his hair off. Frustrated, he tucked it behind his ear again and ran a hand through it, ultimately making it come untucked again in his search for a moment of relief. Seriously, why didn’t they have a working AC down here when they knew it got this hot in summer?
“You okay?” Prentiss sounded both amused and concerned, most likely having watched him struggle for a while before stepping in. “You need a hair tie?”
He turned toward her. “You have one? Oh my god, yes please.” He accepted it, twirling it around in his fingers for a moment before reaching up to gather all his hair, only once he’d tied it up he realized he’d missed a strand. It was hanging just by his face, mocking him.
He groaned and untied it and tried again, only this time, maybe due to his heat-induced exasperation, he missed an entirely different strand by his neck.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled, ripping the hair tie off again because the strand of hair was grazing his neck and he suddenly felt like ripping his whole hair off.
“Here.” Prentiss took it from him again. “Let me help.”
None of them expected what came next. Not Reid. Not Prentiss. And not Morgan, who was sitting across from them and watched it all go down.
Prentiss grabbed the hair tie out of his hand, grabbed his hair out of his neck, but didn’t make it far enough to do anything with the hair tie or the hair due to Reid jerking away. That would’ve been strange enough, only it was accompanied by a shriek which made all three of them freeze as they tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened.
Prentiss got it first. “You’re ticklish.”
“Am not.”
“You so are.” She slapped his shoulder, much too delighted for Reid’s comfort. “That’s why you dropped the cup.”
“Pardon?”
“Two years ago, when I poked your side and you flung a cup at me.”
“I didn’t fling it-”
“I tickled you. And I tickled your neck just now.” She demonstrated by fluttering her fingers over the nape of his neck again, making him recoil. “See!”
“Stop it,” he whined, rubbing at where she’d touched him. “It’s too hot for this.”
“Right, sorry, I won’t tickle you this time. Just-” She let out a laugh. “Stay still.”
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It was stupid of Reid to think that Morgan’s silence during that interaction meant he wouldn’t store the information away for later. Later apparently meant when they were on the jet and Reid was trapped between him and the window and couldn’t go away.
He wasn’t sure if he was grateful that Morgan was at the very least trying to be subtle about it, although there was nothing subtle about Reid’s reactions. He knew that. He couldn’t stop.
He tried to push Morgan’s intruding hand away without alerting Hotch, who was sitting right across from them with Rossi, who was talking to JJ and thus less likely to notice what was going on. Hotch, on the other hand, had his nose stuck on the case file even though the case was over. For some reason the thought of him picking up on Reid’s predicament embarrassed him the most.
Morgan was relentless and not very good at pretending not to know what he was doing, if his grin was anything to go by. Reid’s knee jerked away when he squeezed it under the table, but he only followed and squeezed it again. It took everything in him not to cry out now and he let his book fall shut before him, all plans of reading entirely gone.
“Morgan,” he said. He’d like to think he said it calmly and quietly, but it came out as a hiss and made the entire table look at him.
“Yes, Reid?” Morgan all but batted his fucking eyelashes at him. “Something wrong?”
“N-no.”
“You sound a little riled up. Doesn’t he?” He aimed the question at Hotch, who’s slight twitch of the mouth made Reid realize he knew exactly what was going on.
“He seems fine to me,” he said and returned to his file. Reid was grateful for that, at least.
“Well then,” Morgan said, slapping Reid’s shoulder. “No need for me to worry.” He poked his cheek and grinned. “Come on, pretty boy. Smile for me.”
Reid slapped his hand away. “Leave me alone.”
Morgan waved his hand. “Testy. Don’t make me bring out the big guns.” He poked his ribs this time, dropping all pretenses of subtlety.
Reid tried to shield his body. “Please don’t.”
“Why not? You ticklish, Reid?”
“No-”
“Liar.” He squeezed his knee with one hand and curled his fingers under his chin with the other. Let’s just say it was lucky neither of them had any drinks on that table. “Oho! Yeah, you’re a liar all right. Five years I’ve known you. More.” He was tickling Reid in earnest now, and Reid, feeling very sorry for himself, was laughing and not able to stop. “How did I not know about this.”
“Show the kid some mercy,” Rossi said, although he was laughing as he spoke so Reid was sure he was utterly enjoying himself.
“It took Prentiss trying to tie your hair for you to find it out, for crying out loud,” Morgan continued, latching onto his sides and refusing to budge. “Unacceptable.”
“I’m more confused how none of us realized that was the reason he flung the cup,” Prentiss said from somewhere behind them.
“I didn’t fling- oh my god, stop.” Reid slid down his seat, which was a bad idea because it made him feel all the more stuck, with his shit threatening to ride up and expose skin he wouldn’t be able to handle having tickled bare. But Morgan was, despite it all, kind enough to back off and let him breathe.
He huffed and sat up, ignoring his burning face as the whole jet had their eyes on him. He knew there was no judgment there - would only find fondness had he dared to look anyone in the eye - but it was embarrassing still.
Morgan ruffled his hair, which was loose and tucked behind his ears. “I have five years of that to catch up on. Better get used to it.”
Reid sighed and realized he didn’t really mind the notion.
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