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“I think I love you.”

Ship: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan

Summary: They’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, doing whatever it is that they are doing. Who knew all it would take for them to admit feelings deeper than completely platonic friendship would be a sleep deprived Spencer Reid (who has less of a verbal filter than he wishes he did)

A/N: this is also posted on my AO3 under the same account name (Sarcasm_with_a_side_of_fries)

Spencer Reid didn’t exactly have the greatest track record when it comes to his emotions (understanding them, recognizing them, having them in general). The emotions he has for one Derek Morgan are a jumbled mess of Christmas lights that he doesn’t have the time or patience to unravel.

Spencer Reid also doesn’t know what this is that they are doing. The game they are apparently playing where they dance around each other until a case hits too hard and they can’t sleep alone. They dance around each other until Spencer has a craving he can’t handle alone. They dance around each other until unwanted memories sneak up on Derek in the night.

They dance around each other until it’s two in the morning and someone shows up at someone's door with pizza. Then they’ll watch a movie and fall asleep tangled together and it’s totally *totally* platonic.

Straight people don’t spend this much time trying to convince themselves they are straight. The thought hits Spencer like a semi-truck without headlights on a dark night.

He panics for a little while, has what some may call a crisis. He writes his mother and battles with if he should or shouldn’t talk to JJ.

Then there’s a case and there’s no time to have a crisis because there’s sixteen dead teenage boys and no end in sight. The case goes from bad to worse and there’s no time to think about anything for two weeks while they chase around a psychotic killer. They lose four teenagers in the process but they save two. For some reason it doesn’t feel like enough, to save two when twenty are dead.

The jet ride back is awfully silent, no one says anything all too draining emotionally and physically. Spencer is tired when they land. Too tired to drive back to his apartment although he really should because trusting himself alone with Derek isn’t exactly something he’s up for.

“Woah pretty boy.” Derek murmurs reaching out and steadying him when he sways on the bottom step. “You cannot drive.”

“Yes I can.”

“Spencer you can’t walk down the jet stairs. How on earth do you expect to drive? Aren’t you the one who lectured me on sleep deprivation and blood alcohol level equivalents?”

“Well…” Spencer attempts to defended himself but falls short (although that may be because Derek has an arm around his waist and that is extremely distracting)

“Mhm.” Derek chuckles keeping his arm around Spencer’s waist as he leads him away. “Face it pretty boy, you're drunk on sleep deprivation.”

“Why do you call me that?” A question that in his right mind Spencer definitely never would have asked.

“Why do I call you pretty boy?” Derek asked. “Because you're a pretty boy.” The answer is simple enough and while Spencer clearly isn’t satisfied with it he doesn’t say anything more. As they arrive at Derek’s truck Spencer gets sleepier to the point Derek is practically carrying him. “You're gonna have to work with me here.” Derek tells him when it’s time to get him up into the car and Spencer whines. “You’re tired I know.”

“You’re warm.” Spencer mummers attempting to lean closer to Derek.

“My truck is warmer.” That apparently does the trick because when Derek helps Spencer up and into the seat this time he doesn’t protest.

“Did you know that originally trucks were only meant for short distances on farms and it wasn’t until… the 1960’s that they began to be designed for longer trips.” Spencer yawns when he finishes speaking but looks over at Derek expectantly.

“I did not know that, why do you know that? You’ve never had much interest in cars unless it’s lecturing one of us about the dangers of them.”

“Looked it up. You like cars.” Six words that stop Derek completely for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Because what else is he supposed to say to that. The rest of the ride is quiet and at some point Spencer unbuckles to shuffle into the middle seat of the truck (immediately buckling back in) and rests his head against Derek’s shoulder which is so uncharacteristic Derek isn’t sure how to respond.

They pull into Derek’s driveway which means Derek pulling away from Spencer who whines much like he had earlier. “Tired.”

“I know.” Derek mummers. “Come on, you can sleep inside it’ll be more comfortable.”

Getting Spencer inside is a much more difficult task than Derek originally thought it would have been, but he manages to drag the half asleep genius inside. Derek considers dropping them both down onto the couch but then decides against it. There’s no much difference between sleeping on the couch and sleeping in his bed. Right?

Spencer tugs on his sweater and shirt when Derek drops him on the bed- so as the completely whooped person he is Derek helps him letting him redress into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top from his drawers. Derek pretends to not see Spencer staring at him when he quickly changes himself, because he’s tired and he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“Derek?”

“Hmm.” The hum comes as the blanket is pulled back and the bed drips another body joining Spencer’s.

“I think I love you.” And wow that is most definitely not what he meant to say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I love you too kid.” Spencer hums himself rolling closer to Derek, his eyes falling shut.

There’s a lot to talk about, a lot to discuss and in the morning he will most definitely panic about the words of his sleep addled brain. For now though, he can sleep peacefully content with the fact that Derek might love him too.

hii ^^ can i pls ask for some accidental love confessions prompts, im struggling w a wip rn and could rlly use the help. tyyy 🥹🫶🏻

My apologies kiddo. I barely check my messages. I am also a boomer in using Tumblr. Also I know these aren’t a lot. But I’m doing my best.

Accidental Love Confessions

"YOU DRIVE ME INSANE!" "I drive you insane? PUHLEEZ." "Yeah, you do. You and your little pretty bow." "What?" "Fuck."

"GOD YOU MAKE ME SO MAD! AND YOUR LIPS! THEY LOOK WAY TO PRETTY TO BE LONELY!" "I'm sorry what-?"

"You're pretty..." "What was that?" " I SAID YOUR PETTY!"

"I hate the way you summon butterflies in my stomach." "That's cute <3" "YOU HEARD NOTHING!" "Yes, I did"

"How can one be so pretty?" "You said you would never like me—" "Exactly. Because I love you" "You do?" "Yes. Wait— this isn’t a dream? Shit."

"I want a kiss." "I can fulfill that." "WAIT—"

"Let’s forget I said that!" "But you said your chest flutters when I’m around…" "YES. But—"

Random Dialogue +Prompts

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"Let’s just clarify, I don’t like you," "you’re holding my hand," "T-That’s— different!"

"I hate myself," "I love you though…" "I hate myself a little less,"

"Stop smirking! We’re in the middle of an argument!"

"Could you stop playing the same song over and over again?!"

"You’re an asshole," "But you love me,"

"Are you crying—?" "NO," "Ok. Alright, you’re not crying. But let me at least hug you,"

"I don’t wanna sound possessive, but— remember, you’re not with that asshole anymore. You belong to me. Understand?"

"So this was all a set up? You weren’t really in a relationship?! AM I REALLY THAT BLIND???"

(They’re drunk) "I love you," "As in a friend right-?" "Bitch, what the fuck. We’re dating!"

"I don’t wanna talk about it," "Ok. If you’re not comfortable sharing. That’s okay, if you don’t want me to be clingy right now, that’s okay too,"

"Fuck this shit! This! This belongs to me! And only me!"

"I can’t believe you were with that person, for three years,"

"I love you," "You don’t need to say that every time we see each other," "I know. But, I’m scared that one day if I won’t, you’ll die without hearing me say I love you!"

"Stop hugging me," "I can’t hear you~" "If you don’t stop hugging me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to use your hands again,"

"Awe~ are you angry? It seems like you’re angry," "Yeah I’m angry! You know why? Because of your stupid smile and stupid life intervened into mine!"

"Stop moving," "Why..? Oh—"

"Let’s just stop pretending we think of each other as friends,"

"Stop whispering into my ear!" "But— that’s my only way of seducing you!" "WHAAAAT?!"

"Sly fox, dumb bunny" "Hmm. More like, dumb fox, sly bunny,"

"What?" "What, what?" "You’re looking at me weird," "I’m not!" "Uh huh,"

"Uh— hehe, this an awkward situation. Isn’t it?"

"I love you, but, I’m not just going to ignore the fact that you’re trying to seduce me,"

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Lay down for me darling,"

"Stop looking at me like that!"

"I don’t want to be alone, don’t leave me!"

"Were you— just—" "NO, what made you think that!?"

"Get off of me"

"Stop breathing into my ear!"

"Why are you sweating?" "I— uh," "Need some help?" "Maybe?"

PROMPTS OF ALL PROMPTS (Part I)

Fluffy Dialogue Sentence Starters

Warning ⚠️ there’s some mild intamcy at the end

"Is that my shirt?"

"Your cheeks are so cute!"

"Could you hold my hand? It’s for research purposes"

"Your hand is so small/big"

"You smell nice"

"I love you" "You mean it?" "Of course darling, you mean the world to me"

"Can I brush your hair?"

"Could you maybe— help zip up my dress/shirt?"

"I hate the summer! I’m so hot!" "You are— er— it is hot…"

"Don’t forget your coat, it’s cold outside"

"I love the way your hand feels on mine"

"You know you love me~"

"I got this pre ordered just for you"

"You look lovely darling"

"Why are you upset?" "You didn’t give me a kiss" "oh? Then, how about I fulfil that request right now?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" "You— You just look so amazing, and I look as if I’ve underdressed"

"If I knew you were an amazing kisser, I would’ve asked you out sooner"

"Like it?" "Like it? I love it!"

"Have you been taking my favorite shirts?!" "Uhm. Maybe?"

"Allow me"

"You are just so fine!"

"May I have this first dance?"

"Could you please let me make the first move! Just this once?"

"Oh! Uh— you like the way I kiss you?!"

Drunk Dialogue Sentence Starters

"Well, hello beautiful~"

"Could youuu hold myy duck?" "Do you mean glass—?" "Yes yes, of course, have another glass"

"Get off of me, you reek of alcohol"

"Was your voice alway this angelic?"

"Wanna hear a joke?" "No" "Who’s there?" "What?" "You’re supposed to sayyy knock knock!" "That’s not how it goes!"

"NoOoOoOo! Give me back my glass! I won fair and square!"

"I can handle my liquor" 2 minutes later "Why does my hand taste like chocolateee?"

"You look lonleyyyy~" "Mhm, and I prefer it that way"

"Pour me another glass, Sherman" "No, you’re too drunk! And for GODS SAKE MY NAME’S [ych]!"

I know there aren’t a lot for this prompt, but bare with me 🤡

Confession Dialogue Sentence Starters

"Why are you doing this?" "Because I love you"

"We can’t stay friends, because my feelings for you— they keep growing every single day"

"STOP BEING SO GODDMAN CUTE!" "You think I’m cute—?!" "Goddammit, me and my big mouth"

"Please kiss me," "what—?" "You heard me"

"Will you go out with me?"

"You’re gorgeous"

"Be mine?"

"I know we just did that to make my ex jealous, but uh, hehe, I’ve fallen for you. Literally"

"If you go out with me, I’ll do my best to make every wish of yours come true"

"Go out with me" "for a hundred bucks" *pulls out a hundred bucks*

"Let’s stop pretending we don’t have feelings for each other"

Nsfw Dialogue Sentence Prompts

"You know I like it when you’re on your knees"

"Either I join you, or I watch you"

"We shouldn’t be doing this! Especially since—" "Shh, we’re going to get caught, I suggest you keep those moans inside"

"Stop biting your lip, that’s my role"

"I’ll give you the best night ever, if you make me feel good"

"Were you— touching yourself just now?"

"Once I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to walk tomorrow"

"I’m going to make you forget [name]"

"You like that? Good, now put on a show"

"I can hear your moans from inside the bathroom"

"Awe, I guess you’re really cute when you’re senseless"

"Stop! Please," "Please, what? Please you, prince/princess/your highness?"

"If you keep making those fake moans, In just about a minute we’re going to hear some real ones"

Threat/Help/ Wounded/Angst Prompts

Not really sure what the name was 🤡

"Get behind me"

"Come at me!"

"I dare you!"

"Don’t you dare lay a finger on [pronoun]!"

"I will find you, and when I do. Ha, it won’t end well"

"Shh! They’ll hear us!"

"You didn’t have to do that"

"Fuck ‘was that for?!"

"What are you doing?!"

"I—I have a/this [weapon] in my hand! And I’m not afraid to use it!"

"Stop hurting [pronoun]!"

"GET OFF!"

"Help me— please!"

"I don’t want to get hurt, again…"

"Stop! PLEASE! Don’t hurt me!"

"I will stab you to death"

"You want MERCY?! Ha… Then get on your knees and beg!"

"It’s me, and [pronoun] dies. Or it’s [pronoun] and I die"

"Pick the wrong one and face the consequence!"

"I beg of you, please, don’t hurt [name]"

"I’ll pay you anything! Just name your price!"

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here"

"Get out of the way!"

"Stop! If you do that then you’ll be gone forever!"

"I’ll serve you— just as long as [name] is free"

"You should’ve died in [name’s] place!"

Prompts

Person A shielding Person B

Person A covers Person B as they annihilate a threat

Person B knowing they don’t have anymore time left, and kisses Person A’s forehead telling them not to forget them

Person A being held in Prison because they took the fault of Person B’s crime

Person B finally got rid of an abusive relationship (wether it’s a family member or their s/o), and Person A does their best to help them recover

Person A treating Person B’s wounds

Person A helping Person B back on their feet after a battle (old history lore)

Person B is usually really good at hiding [pronoun] wounds, till they wear an extra large shirt and a wound is exposed to Person A

Person A holding Person B in [pronoun] arms after hearing them say their last words

Person A carrying Person B to safety

Person A cooking for Person B because their sick, and are still recovering from their wounds

Person B crying and screaming in Pain, while Person A trying to calm them down and get them first aid

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue

Some of these are found all over tumblr. And my apologies for not posting.

"Hey- no, no. It’s okay, cry it all out. I’m here for you"

"I’ll stay by your side for the whole time" "Promise?" "Of course darling, Promise"

"When’s the last time you actually slept?"

"Just breathe, it’ll be over soon"

"Everything will feel that it’s not okay, but— don’t forget, you’re not alone this time"

"I’m sorry—" "No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault"

"I’m here, and will be by your side"

"You can’t hide that fever from me"

"You’re safe now"

"Calm down, you’re burning up"

"I’m open for hugs, whenever you need them!"

"I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!"

"Let me take care of you this time"

"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!"

"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"

"Why?" "Because you mean the world to me,"

"Listen to me! Fuck what they think! Because you are perfect! You hear me?"

"You’re not useless"

"Take these meds, they’ll help"

"I’m not leaving, okay?"

“Don’t pretend you’re okay. Please, don’t lie to me, because I know you’re not okay!"

Prompts

Making them warm soup, and taking care of them, as if they were glass

Asking them every two minutes if they need something

Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable

After a long day they’re burnt out, and finds their partner making dinner for them both

Treating to their partner/friend’s wounds

Giving them meds for the pain

Refusing to leave because you can see past them, and knowing they’re sick

Pretending to be fine after a small incident, and their partner/friend asks them what’s wrong, which flips the switch and they can’t stop crying. And eventually tell their partner/friend about it

Going out to buy their favourite snacks

Giving the other hugs

Not letting go of the others hand