For better or For worse//Spencer Reid

Chapter 3

*Spencer is taking you home from the bar because you are beyond wasted*

Spencer: Where do you want me to take you y/n? A friends house?

Y/N: actually Spenc I wanna go home with you...

Spencer: y/n that's completely inappropriate...you're my coworker. You can't stay at my house.

You feel the car pull over and come to a stop. You thought now or never to tell Spencer you had a crush on him. You didn't care what he was going to say. You didn't care about anything except that he knew. You didn't want to take this secret to the grave.

Y/N: Spencer....I actually have something to tell you, just- please don't make it awkward.

Spencer: I-I would never. Y/n, you can tell me anything I will never judge you or see you any differently.

Y/N: I know Spenc and that's why I'm going to tell you this. When I first met you, god I thought you were stupid hot, then after getting to know you more and more, I fell in love with you. Every bit of you. Even the random facts you spit out.

*y/n starts crying scared Spencer sees her differently and doesn't like her back and scared everything will be awkward*

Spencer: y/n, it's okay you don't have to cry. You're drunk so I don't want to talk about this right now. We will talk about it in the morning. I'm taking you back to my place but nobody can find out.

Y/N: d-do you not like me? I'm so sorry Spencer. Just take me home. I-I made things awkward.

Spencer: I do like you that's why I want to talk about this more in the morning when you're sober and can have control over your body.

Spencer grabs your hand out of your lap and places it on the center Console and holds your hand all the way to his apartment while you lazily look out the window.

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Spencer: I'm going to tuck you into my bed and I'm going to grab a pillow and a blanket and sleep on the couch okay?

Y/N: Spencer you don't have too.

Spencer: I know but I'm just being respectful. You're drunk and I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

Y/N: okay, thank you Spencer.

Spencer: no problem. Goodnight y/n. I'm just in here come get me if you need anything seriously. Also feel free to look in the top dresser drawer and grab a tee shirt and whatever else.

Y/N: thank you, goodnight.

You shut his bedroom door slightly but leaving it cracked a little and go to his dresser and grab a tee-shirt and sweats. You don't sleep in pants so you folded them up nicely leaving them on the floor by the bed and drift off to sleep.

*sorry this is so short. This was supposed to be a smut but I didn't want to make Spencer look bad so I rewrote it.*