steal that car

Borrowing Pajamas (SR)

Request:

Request: Spencer and reader are working a case and have to share a room and the reader forgets her pjs and has to borrow Spencer’s and they have hate relationship but that ends at the end of the night with some fluff!!?!?

Warnings: None (Not edited)

your pov:

We started the case off in New York City. An unsub was targeting taxi drivers. They would kill them and then push them out on the busy streets, stealing the cars. Then the unsub would target the people who got into the taxi with him. So it was basically a huge shooting spree. 

It was a rainy day in NYC. The thunder and lightening casted down on top of all of us making the evidence wash away into the streets. I ran my hands over my face groaning. “Sometimes I hate the rain.” I mumbled looking around one of the recent victims. “What’s the MO?” I asked the team as we all huddled towards the body. “Well it looks like they have all been shot execution style, just one bullet to the head.” Reid said bending down to look at the wound. I winced and stepped back not enjoying the visuals I had just seen. “Alright everyone lets go to the station and set up the time line.” David commanded out. I nodded and walked behind everyone, placing myself in the back of the big black SUV. “You’re awfully quiet.” I heard Rossi comment from the drivers seat. I gave a sad smile and shook my head, “I’m good, just tired. It’s been a long day of flying. I haven’t slept in so long.” I said yawning out. “Why haven’t you slept?” He asked back looking in the rear-view mirror. I shrugged, “I guess with a job like this and the sights you see. It’s hard to sleep.” I told him looking out of the window. I saw Spencer look back at me confused. I decided to just brush it off and continue looking at the water droplets coming down the window. 

When we got to the station I let myself out of the car slightly stumbling. I tapped my cheek trying to keep myself awake for the next countless hours of working up a profile. I sat down with the rest of the team going though all the questions on how the unsub acts. “So he’s an organi-” I said stopping mid-sentence to yawn. “Oh goodness, excuse me. So he’s an organized killer. He knows what he wants and he’s calm.” I concluded. Hotch nodded his head calling Spencer and I out into the hallway away from the others. “Reid I need you to take Y/N to the hotel. You two are bunking tonight so I’d suggest you guys get comfortable together.” He commanded. He handed Reid the keys to the car nodding towards the door. I started to walk off to the door when I heard Hotch again. “And Reid, make sure she gets sleep.” I heard the doctor mumble out an ‘okay.’ 

I climbed into the passenger side and buckled my seat belt. I waited for the young doctor to present himself. He opened the drivers side and slid into the seat swiftly. He started up the car and pulled off. The ride was so far filled with awkward silence. “I don’t understand why you can’t sleep.” He said keeping his eyes on the road. I stared at him examining his face. “And why is that Dr. Reid.” I said not really wanting an answer. “You act all hard in the field.” He commented. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Me acting tough in the field has nothing to do with how I feel mentally.” I told him resting my head on the cool glass window. I heard him huff and puff, slightly annoyed at my logic. 

We pulled into the hotel parking lot parking in the closest space we could find. “I’ll get the bags, you go ahead and get our room.” Spencer told me pointing to the main entrance. I nodded my head gratefully. I lazily pushed open the doors and walked to the desk asking for our room. The nice lady gave me the key card and gave me directions to it. I nodded and smiled giving her a polite thank you. I went back out to the car and helped Spencer carry in the bags. “We are on the fourth floor.” I said trying to make small talk. He nodded and slung a bag over his shoulder. “Do you want me to help you with that?” I asked him looking at his tired eyes. He shook his head and shrugged off my touch as I reached for my bag. “It’s fine. Just hurry and get to the room.” I groaned and closed my eyes thinking about how even though he was a dick, he was still a gentleman. Which really pissed me off. 

When we finally found our room I placed the key card in the slot letting the light turn green. I pushed open the door loving the smell of a hotel room. “I don’t even think I can make it through a shower tonight.” I said softly laughing to myself, flipping on the lights. I looked across the room noticing the king sized bed. “Oh brother, this must be a mistake.” I said whining. I looked towards Spencer seeing his bowing his head. “Let’s just sleep Y/N, the bed is big enough for the both of us and I really don’t feel like walking all the way back down to complain. I just want to get into comfy clothing and sleep.” He said complaining. I bit my lip and sighed placing my bag on the bed furthest from the door. I opened my bag searching though to find my pajamas. “No, no, no this can not be happening.” I said groaning. “What?” Spencer said snapping his hand up towards me. “I was doing the laundry for my go-bag and I guess I left out my pajamas.” I said biting my quivering lip. After the long day and the exhaustion swarming my brain my body finally let go of the tension letting the tears flow freely. I groaned and sat on the bed kicking off my shoes. “Uhm do I need to go get you something?” He asked awkwardly. I pouted and looked up at him. I shook my head and took off my blazer starting to get under the covers. I faced my back towards him. I heard him sigh and sit on the bed. “Here, you can borrow these. I have extras.” He said. I felt a weight on my side, I looked down to see some plaid pajama pants and a plain long sleeved shirt. I dried my eyes and looked up at him. I sniffed and smiled, “Thank you.” I told him getting up. “Um, oh I’ll go to the bathroom.” He said rushing out. 

I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down stepping out. I then pushed my shirt over my head unclasping the restricting bra. I heard a knock on the bathroom door, “Are you dressed?” I heard Spencer ask through the door. “Um almost.” I said pulling the overly baggy pants and shirt on. “Okay.” I said placing myself under the covers. “I’m sure they will be a bit bigger since you’re quite a bit shorter than me but it’ll do.” He told me as he came out of the bathroom. I nodded my head and settled myself closet to the edge of the bed. I felt the weight of the mattress shift under him. “You can move closer to me you know, I don’t bite.” He said softly. I felt his body move closer to the middle of the bed. I felt a hand run over my waist making butterflies erupt. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said pushing my back closer to his front. I flipped over to face him and blushed. “You look cute in my clothes.” He said placing his hand on my jaw making me look at him. “Oh stop Spencer.” I said giggling hitting him softly on his chest. “Go to sleep.” He said whispering, tucking me into his chest. “What no goodnight kiss?” I asked into his chest. I felt his chest vibrate, I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “There, now sleep.” 

“The only time my mother spoke to us was when she was drunk. And she’d tell us we were unwanted. She convinced me to drink with her when I was ten. She told me that it would make me feel better. I started smoking crack when I was twelve. I never learned to read or write. I lost my entire childhood. My friends and I would break into cars, steal whatever we could, and use the money to buy more. It made me feel good and I wanted to feel good all the time. And nobody ever tried to stop me.”

(Santiago, Chile)

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SEEING THIS SMALL, SKINNY BOY STRUGGLING WITH HIS TRUNK ON THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS AND OFFERING TO HELP HIM BEFORE KNOWING WHO HE WAS 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY REALIZING THIS SMALL, SKINNY BOY IS NONE OTHER THAN HARRY POTTER AND THEY’RE SO IN AWE BECAUSE THEY GREW UP HEARING STORIES ABOUT THE BOY WHO LIVED 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SEEING THAT THEIR BROTHER HAD QUICKLY BEFRIENDED HARRY AND DECIDED THAT THIS BOY WAS THEIR LITTLE BROTHER TOO

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY BEING SO SUPPORTIVE OF HARRY DURING QUIDDITCH AND ALWAYS STANDING UP FOR HIM

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY NOTICING THAT RON WAS WORRIED ABOUT HARRY NOT ANSWERING HIS LETTERS SO THEY VOLUNTEER TO STEAL THE FLYING CAR TO RESCUE HARRY 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY MAKING JOKES ABOUT HARRY BECAUSE THEY DON’T LIKE SEEING HARRY UPSET SO THEY TRY HARD TO MAKE HIM LAUGH AND TO MAKE OTHERS REALIZE THE RUMORS THEY’RE SPREADING ARE STUPID 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY GIVING HARRY THE MAP HIS FATHER AND HIS FRIENDS MADE WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING THEY WERE PASSING DOWN A LEGACY

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY GIVING THE MAP TO HARRY NOT EVEN THEIR OWN BROTHER BECAUSE THEY KNEW HE NEEDED IT MOST 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SUPPORTING HARRY THROUGH THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT, BECAUSE SURE THEY’RE JEALOUS, BUT HE’S HARRY AND HE’S THEIR BROTHER SO THEY’RE GOING TO BE THERE 

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY INITIALLY REFUSING TO ACCEPT THE MONEY HARRY HAD GIVEN THEM, BUT FINALLY TOOK IT BECAUSE HARRY WAS RIGHT, PEOPLE NEEDED A GOOD LAUGH

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY TEACHING HARRY HOW TO SHAVE AND DANCE PROPERLY BECAUSE “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEVER LEARNED? YOUR UNCLE NEVER TAUGHT YOU?” SO THEY BROUGHT IT UPON THEMSELVES TO TEACH HIM

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY GIVING HARRY GIRL ADVICE, HARRY HUNCHED OVER LAUGHING BECAUSE THEIR ADVICE RANGED FROM SUPER SERIOUS TO “SERIOUSLY, PETTING HER HAIR WHILE SAYING ‘PERFECT’ IS A SURE FIRE WAY TO GET HER TO DATE YOU”

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY OCCASIONALLY ASKING HARRY TO SIT WITH THEM WHEN RON AND HERMIONE AREN’T WITH HIM

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY SHOWING HARRY THEIR EXPERIMENTS AND CONSTANTLY THANKING HIM FOR THE MONEY BECAUSE HARRY HELPED THEM ACHIEVED THEIR DREAM, SOMETHING WHICH HARRY WAS PROUD TO DO

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH HARRY AND CONSTANTLY SUPPORTING HARRY THROUGH HIS DARKEST DAYS BECAUSE THEY BELIEVE IN HARRY SO MUCH

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY MAKING SURE HARRY IS SAFE AND REASSURING THE WIZARDING WORLD THAT HARRY WILL HELP

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY NOT ONLY WORRYING ABOUT RON, BUT OF HARRY, THEIR BROTHER, AND HERMIONE BECAUSE THEY KNOW THERE’S NO ONE TO CARE FOR THEM ANYMORE

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY FIGHTING IN THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS NOT ONLY FOR THEIR FAMILY, BUT FOR HARRY, THE SMALL, SKINNY BOY THEY MET ON THE TRAIN SO LONG AGO WHO WAS NOW A MAN FIGHTING FOR WHAT HE BELIEVES IN. 

FRED WEASLEY DYING BECAUSE HE WAS FIGHTING FOR HARRY, SOMETHING HARRY WILL NEVER GET OVER.

GEORGE WEASLEY NEVER GETTING MAD AT HARRY, BECAUSE HE AND FRED FOUGHT FOR THEIR LITTLE BROTHER AND THEY WOULD NEVER LET THEIR BROTHER GO THROUGH THE WORLD ALONE

FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY BEING THE BEST DAMN OLDER BROTHERS TO HARRY POTTER.

Imagine if Jily were alive during Harry’s second year

Harry and Ron: *crash the Weasley’s car into the Whomping Willow*

THE NEXT DAY

Ron: *gets a howler*

RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER’S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT’S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE’LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! — Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud.

*awkward headshake by Ginny*

Harry: *gets a howler*

*Lily’s stern and angry voice* HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU PULL SUCH AN IDIOTIC STUNT! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN- *cut off by James’ even more louder, albeit excited as fuck voice* A FLYING CAR! YOU RODE A BLOODY FLYING CAR! I AM SO GONNA TALK WITH YOU ABOUT THIS! I AM SO HAPPY- HECK I AM SO BLOODY PROUD! A FLYING CAR! HOW’S- *cut off by an even more excited Sirius’ voice* MERLIN’S SAGGY PANTS! YOU ARE JUST THE PERFECT MARAUDER OFFSPRING AREN’T YA?! I AM PROUD TO BE YOUR GODFATHER! JUST YOU COME HOME! I’LL TEACH YOU- *cut off by Moony’s frustrated voice* Padfoot! Prongs! NO!

* occasional clapping and sounds of party poppers bursting in the background, obviously done by Wormtail*

Ron during the Feast: How come do you not get scolded! ;_;

Harry (smirking): It’s a Marauder thing.

McGonagall (who obviously hears that comment while passing the timetable): Trust me, Mr. Weasley. It’s truly a Marauder thing.

Self care is evaporating in the chips isle of your local Walmart at 1am and resolidifying at that one weird gas station on the outskirts of town and scaring the cashier because he thinks you’re a ghost so while he’s hiding in the back room you steal all of the slim jims and Gatorade and then steal his car and drive off like a thief in the night

Imagine your favorite character telling you to wait in the car as they go into a superstore. Not long after they go inside, they come running out of the store with a cardboard cut out of a person. They jump into the car, telling you to drive quickly while they sit the cut-out down in the backseat like it was a real person. The two of you get pulled over because of speeding.