Not me just realizing that the only reason Bucky interacted with Sarah in FATWS is because he found a similarly to his old life with Steve and his parents.
omggg i saw that u were taking requests, how ab a hc of dating peter and being introduced to the lehnsherr-xavier family (no bc erik would try to b all intimidating, charles would like "erik put the forks down" and peter would try to hide off the embarrassment)
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST HUN I LOVED IT SM <33 (i can rewrite this if you want, i wasn’t too sure about how it turned out 😭)
you had been dating peter a while before he asked you to meet his dads
you agreed, pushing your fears aside and deciding to deal with them later
and that ‘later’ just so happened to be outside charles and erik’s house
peter let go of your hand for a moment to knock on the door, and immediately your heartbeat started racing
with his knuckles a mere few inches from the door, peter turned around and looked at you
“you ready?”
you gave him a weak smile and he gave you an eskimo kiss, taking your hand once more and knocking on the door
a man in a black turtleneck opened the door, completely deadpanning
“dad, this is-“
“i figured.” erik said, expressionless
he stalked back into the house, leaving the door open for the two of you
peter gave you a reassuring look and squeezed your hand, leading you into the house
you were greeted by a brown haired british man who introduced himself as charles
peter had gave you a heads up about both his dads and what to talk about (plus some ice breakers because he wanted to make sure you would be fully comfortable talking to them), so the dinner went relatively smoothly
well, with one of this dads, anyway
“erik put the forks down” charles sighed, rubbing his temples
“are you reading his mind or something.” peter asked before shoving another potato into his mouth
“what? no, i’ve never had to do that to use my powers. your dad just gives me a headache.” (this part was based on a headcanon i saw ages ago and i couldn’t stop laughing it was perfect 😭)
erik huffed and let the utensils drop
you were unbothered by it and just took another sip of your drink
peter smirked secretly into his glass, knowing things would turn out well
and, eventually, they did
it took a while for erik’s intimidation act to fade and drop
once it did, charles one hundred percent totally did not slap him round the head and call him childish
you guys ended up playing monopoly
that was were you and erik bonded the most as you watched both your partners get naively competitive
they were quite simply the most stupidest pair you’d ever met, and you loved them
“and i’m the childish one.” erik said to you, rolling his eyes
“apparently so.”
when it was time to say your goodbyes, charles gave you a hug and erik smiled at you and patted your arm (kinda awkwardly but it’s erik fucking lehnsherr what else do you expect)
he smiled
from what you’ve been told and have seen, that most likely was a good sign after first meeting him
“told you it would be fine.” peter retorted while taking off his jacket and throwing it on a nearby chair when you got back to your house (or flat or room or etc)
“yeah whatever.” you rolled your eyes and pulled him to you by his shirt collar
he wrapped his arms around your waist as his lips met yours
“wanna stay here tonight?” you pulled away briefly, forehead leaning on his
“mhm-“ he replied breathlessly-not even being able to get his words out-before leaning in again
…
and that, kids, is the story of how you met your boyfriends parents
Requested by @briefgoateeking : when Peter gets overwhelmed, you let him write formulas on your arms to calm him down
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The first time Peter went into sensory overload in front of you, you were watching the live actions Cats movie. He went very still within the first few minutes and started pulling at his skin whenever they broke out into song. Towards the end, he started bouncing his leg with such force that it shook the couch.
PAIR: Spencer Reid x Fem!Surgeon!Reader
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend Spencer gets injured on the job and turns up at the hospital you happen to work at.
PROMPT: "Why are you so cold?"
CATEGORY: injury-centric angst (happy ending)
CONTENT: mention of guns, gunshot wounds, discussion of amputation, main character injury, crying, surgery
WORD COUNT: 3.4k
NOTES: there’s some medical terminology in this, but you should be able to understand what’s going on even if you don’t know what they mean. the only thing that’s important to know is that reader specializes in bone & muscle surgery (orthopedics) // this is the result of me rewatching grey's anatomy for the billionth time and it's also my entry for @meganskane's 1k celebration !! congrats bestie, i hope u enjoy <3
The “Q” word—every hospital worker knew the myth, but only the truly superstitious believed it. Mutter it even once, they said, and all hell would break loose in the emergency room.
You didn’t particularly believe in such legends, but also weren’t open to taking any chances. Generally, you kept the word out of your vocabulary. That’s why, when your colleague made an offhand comment, you didn’t think much of it.
“It sure is quiet in here,” Dr. O’Malley remarked, scanning over charts at the reception desk. His statement was followed by the groans of nurses and doctors scattered about. He wasn’t wrong. The emergency room was practically empty, with only a couple of household injuries to tend to, but everything changed in a matter of seconds.
As if on cue, Dr. Bailey started shouting directions to everyone in her field of view—something about multiple gunshot wounds on the way and a government agent in critical condition.
A hoard of ambulances pulled up to the loading dock with their lights blaring and sirens wailing into the night. You rapidly slipped on the pale yellow ER gown over your scrubs, knotted its ties, and pulled on latex gloves as you made your way out the doors.
With all your years in orthopedic surgery, you had done this exact routine hundreds of times. The paramedics scattering, the sound of tires screeching against asphalt, voices shouting patient conditions from every angle around you—the commotion was eerily familiar to you at this point. Adrenaline rushed through your veins, along with every instinct you had to help, which led you to the nearest stretcher being wheeled over to the building.
“Adult male, GSW to the thigh and abdomen, abdomen rigid, systolic 75, last pulse 147.”
“This man is our priority, get him to an OR!”
The person on the gurney in front of you was also familiar. His face framed the pictures of your fondest memories and you could recall it like the back of your hand; it was one that could make your heart feel like it was bursting out of your chest. Though tonight, seeing it only pulled that same heart into the deepest pit of your gut.
You immediately recognized the tousled brown hair and hazel eyes—only, instead of the life they were usually filled with, they were now lethargic and slowly drifting shut. His lips were slightly parted under the oxygen mask and in that moment, you could remember perfectly how they felt on yours when you kissed them goodbye that morning.
Your senses dwindled to a dull buzz. Everything became muted as you focused on the sight in front of you and the dread that flooded your entire body.
Spencer.
—
All of the adrenaline and instincts you previously felt were gone in the blink of an eye. You heard doctors yelling for you in the distance, but your feet felt as if they were welded to the ground.
Finally coming back to reality after what must have been an eternity, you followed Spencer’s stretcher into the hospital. You watched as he disappeared into the maze of hallways with doctors surrounding his every side and frantically working to keep him stable. Your heart thumped in your chest and tears welled up in your eyes at the sight of the man you loved in the one position you always hoped he’d never be in.
You forcefully pulled off your protective gear and backed into the nearest wall, chasing breaths that felt miles out of reach. With everyone attending to the newly admitted critical patients, you were a fly on the wall in the midst of the action.
Looking around, you spotted Dr. Bailey talking to Aaron Hotchner. From all the photos Spencer proudly showed you of his team, you recognized each person immediately as they defeatedly made their way to the waiting room.
“Excuse me for interrupting, Dr. Bailey, Agent, but what- what happened?” you shakily asked.
Agent Hotchner gave you a once-over before answering, “We were working on a case that involved an emotionally charged shooter. Several shots were fired, injuring four people, including a man on my team. He… jumped to push a father out of the line of fire.”
“Is everything okay? You seem shaken,” Dr. Bailey questioned. In her eyes flashed a motherly concern that briefly broke through her usual professional display.
“Spencer, uh– Dr. Reid, the agent with the GSW, he… He’s my boyfriend.” you tried to say as calmly as possible, but hearing it out loud tightened the growing knot in your chest. The word boyfriend felt like such a childish word to use in the situation at hand that involved someone you’d essentially promised the rest of your life to.
Your statement piqued Agent Hotchner’s attention and he looked at you more seriously in your disheveled state.
“Okay, you are officially off service tonight,” Dr. Bailey sternly instructed, “Your hands are shaking and you’re unfocused—you’re not gonna do any good in the OR or interacting with patients. We have enough people tonight, we will take care of him and call you if we absolutely need you. You are to sit in the waiting room until we have an update on Dr. Reid. You will not pry for answers or bother any of your fellow colleagues, is that clear?”
No matter how badly you wanted to scrub in on a surgery—craved a distraction from the ceaseless twisting in your stomach—arguing with Dr. Bailey was always a fight to be lost. Plus, she had a point. You muttered your usual, “Yes, ma’am,” and after a formal introduction, you let yourself be led by Agent Hotchner to the waiting area.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, the roles being reversed. You were usually the one to lead distraught loved ones into the next room, not the other way around.
The two of you stopped at a distance away from where the rest of the BAU sat. They all looked exhausted with concern etched on their faces and cups of coffee clutched in their hands. Searching for a distraction, your brain created a checklist and ticked names off as you recognized them—Prentiss, Jareau, Garcia, and Morgan.
“We deduced that Spencer had been seeing someone for a while now, but never wanted to pry,” Hotchner quietly said, “I’m sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.”
“He didn’t want to risk me getting mixed into your world of… stalkers and murderers, yet here I am diving headfirst,” you looked at him tearfully, “I’m sorry, too.” It was at this point that someone finally glanced up and noticed the two of you.
“Who’s this?” Emily asked, her voice hoarse. Hotch introduced you, as well as each member of his team. You didn’t bother to mention that you already knew all of their names, or that you had been psyching yourself out for your first time meeting them—meeting Spencer’s family. You certainly didn’t imagine it going like this.
“Wait, I’m sorry–” Derek spoke up, his brows furrowed, “I mean no disrespect, but—she comes in, says she’s Reid’s girlfriend, and we’re supposed to just believe her? I know we’ve had our speculations, but we don’t know anything concrete. How can we be sure?” Protective, just as Spencer had described him.
Hotch opened his mouth, but you spoke before he got a chance to.
“No, no—it’s a fair question. You know nothing about Spencer’s girlfriend, nothing about me, and for all you know, I could be a complete stranger with a delusion,” you swallowed, “But... a stranger wouldn’t know that Spencer takes his coffee with six sugars for an extra kick. His glasses are slightly crooked to one side because he fell asleep with them on and broke them—I know, because I fixed them myself. He’s a man of science and constantly debunks superstitions, yet he hasn’t worn matching socks since he was 15 because he’s convinced it’s bad luck. A stranger wouldn’t know that.” By the time you’ve finished your last sentence, your throat had run dry and the words were coming out scratchy.
Derek nodded his head and gave you a sympathetic look of understanding.
Silence hung in the air, everyone unsure what move to make next.
Without another word, Penelope stood and slowly approached you. She hesitantly took your hands in hers before pulling you into her arms. The warmth and comfort of her embrace, the lingering stares of the team—it was too much.
Every wall you put up around yourself fell, your head falling onto Penelope’s shoulder with the tears that had yet to escape until then. Sobs escaped you as she rubbed your back and whispered reassurances in your ear.
You had to be strong, you knew that. Half of your heart was on the operating table with life-threatening injuries and you had to keep your head on straight, but that could wait. At that moment, all you could do was cry.
—
Sitting and waiting for any sort of news on Spencer finally made you understand what it felt like on the other side of your job. The crying was exhausting and the silence was agonizing, but not more than the feeling of being unable to do anything to help. You decided that you couldn’t take it anymore—the silence, that was.
“Spence would have read two books by now,” you laughed half-heartedly, “Maybe even three.”
Penelope spoke up from next to you with her lips in a pout, “He has to make it. He’s going to make it. He’s too young.”
“There’s still things for him to do. You know, he wants kids,” you commented.
“Can you imagine Reid as a dad?” Derek mused with a hint of a smile on his face.
“Yeah, I can,” you thought to yourself for a moment, “That would be the luckiest kid in the world.”
The topic of having children was no stranger to you and Spencer. There were nights where the two of you would stay up, tangled in bed while you entertained the thoughts of one day having little ones of your own. You discussed names you both loved, thoughts on adoption, the values you’d attempt to instill in your household to provide a safe and loving environment for your children to grow up in. The way he talked about it with a brightness in his eyes confirmed that there was no other man you would want to father your kids.
The thoughts that usually made you swell with pride now brought anxiety along with them, because that future—and all the other versions of your future with Spencer—was on the line. It was on an operating table, hooked up to countless monitors and being stitched up by steady hands.
You didn’t have another minute to consider the possibilities, because the quiet was ripped apart by your name echoing from down the hall. The sudden noise startled the whole group in the waiting room, which caused you all to sit up in alert. An intern you were familiar with came running into the waiting room and bolted straight towards where you sat.
Once she reached you, Lexie didn’t take a second to catch her breath. “911, Dr. Karev told me to come get you, he needs you in the OR, NOW.” You stood and furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What’s going on? Is it Spencer? Is he–”
“No time to explain, we need to GO.”
Lexie was booking it back to the direction she came from and you had no choice but to follow, suddenly feeling nervous for what you were about to walk into. After a quick shrug back at the concerned team behind you, you caught up and barged into the viewing gallery of OR 3.
At first glance, the lead surgeon for Spencer’s operation had just finished repairing the damage to his abdomen and was now moving on to further address the wound on his leg. A look at Spencer’s vitals told you that he was thankfully stable and a portion of the weight on your chest was lifted. You recognized the surgeon—a new transfer from a hospital across the city. He moved towards Spencer’s thigh and grabbed– a fucking bone saw? Your finger couldn’t hit the intercom button faster.
“Doctor, with all due respect, what do you think you’re doing?” You tried not to make the irritation apparent in your tone.
Dr. Karev, who was assisting, spoke up through the speaker, “This is why I had Lexie call you. The man wants to amputate a perfectly salvageable leg!”
The doctor gave him a look of indignation, “The best and most efficient move is to amputate. The artery is blown, the femur is shattered–”
You stared down at him in disbelief, “That can be fixed with a traction pin and a graft to restore blood flow. Karev, are his nerves intact?”
“The guy was moving his leg before we put him under.”
“Then why are you amputating?” At that point, you couldn’t hide how appalled you were.
The surgeon looked up at you in the gallery. “Do you even have the right to be viewing this OR? It’s my understanding that you have personal ties to this patient, doctor.” His voice was filled with spite.
“I don’t care what you have to do, don’t let him turn on that saw!” Before you raced out of the gallery, you caught sight of Dr. Karev standing in between Spencer’s body and the offended man holding the tool.
You raced into the hall and hurriedly peered into any room you could, searching for the chief of surgery. You’d be damned if you let that surgeon perform an unnecessary amputation on anyone, let alone someone you cared about more than anyone else in the world.
When you finally found the chief, he was in a trauma room stitching up another patient. You promptly threw the door open and wasted no time.
“Chief, this new guy operating on Dr. Reid is a study on incompetence.” you said, baffled.
“Not now–” he started.
“No, yes now, because he’s about to amputate a saveable leg and I need you to give me privileges to operate on Spencer so I can stop him. I understand the personal conflict, but I can’t just let this happen.”
The chief sighed, before finally nodding his head, “You have privileges, GO.”
And off you ran like your life depended on it.
—
Upon returning to the operating room, you scrubbed in and entered. Karev was still standing his ground and blocking off any contact the surgeon could have with Spencer, whose vitals were still stable and favorable. The assisting OR nurses met you at the doorway, prepping you with the necessary protective gear.
“Doctor, I’ve spoken with Chief Webber and this is my patient now.” At this, he was clearly disgruntled and dropped the bone saw on a nearby cart.
“I have never experienced anything like this in my life!” he exclaimed.
“You’re new here... but in this hospital, we do everything we can to ensure our patients receive the best quality of treatment they can get—no matter the extent of what we have to do,” you remarked and nodded your head towards the exit, “Respectfully, get out of my OR.”
He shook his head and ripped off his surgical gown on his way out of the room. Once he was gone, you let out a sigh of relief, finally being able to breathe now that you were in control and knew Spencer was in good hands.
“Good work, Dr. Karev,” you exchanged a nod to acknowledge this accomplishment, “Now, let’s get to work and patch up my guy. 10-blade, please.”
—
The rest of the surgery went successfully and you were able to repair Spencer’s leg without any complications. You glanced up at him from where you were making notes on his chart—his eyes were still closed and his lips returning to its usual pink. Knowing he was stable gave you peace of mind.
Right as you directed your gaze back down, a voice came from the head of the bed.
“Is that jell-o?” Spencer whispered hoarsely, making you look up.
“Hey,” you grinned, making your way to stand at his bedside. You motioned towards his side table, which was piled with numerous containers of red jell-o. “Yeah, I– um, I smuggled some extra out for you. How are you feeling?”
“Like I got shot,” he half-heartedly joked, squeezing your hand when you gave him a displeased look, “What happened? Am I gonna be okay?”
“Very funny, I was worried sick and here you are cracking jokes about it,” you sarcastically replied, squeezing back, “But in all seriousness, you’re gonna be fine. We were able to successfully repair the damages to your abdomen and your leg. You’ll need to take it easy and use a wheelchair for a while so you can heal properly, attend a few physical therapy appointments, but you should be able to regain full function.”
You raised your other hand that wasn’t holding his and placed it lightly against his cheek, which he promptly nuzzled into. “Why are you so cold?” he mumbled into your palm.
“We’re in a hospital, Spence, everything is cold,” you laughed. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”
He looked up at you with a slight smile. “I am, too.”
Leaning towards him, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. When you pulled away, a look of realization came across his face. “Wait– You operated on me?”
“Like a badass,” Dr. Karev entered and praised you from the doorway, “You’ve got some visitors.”
The rest of the BAU filed slowly into the room with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes from seeing their resident genius in good condition after what he had been through. You stepped back to give them space to greet Spencer, mouthed, I’ll explain later, and watched as they showered him with the love he deserved.
“Spencer.” Penelope practically ran up to him, placing a fresh bouquet of flowers on the side table.
“Hey, Garcia.”
She used the palm of her hand to give the brown curls on his head a light, playful smack.
“You can’t do that ever again. You had all of us worried sick,” she huffed.
Despite the sudden impact, he smiled, thankful to be surrounded by all the people he loved the most. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s not the only thing you should be apologizing for.” Derek walked towards him, placing a hand on Penelope’s shoulder to calm down her melodramatic frustration. “We had to wait this long to find out who your pretty lady really was, and you didn’t even introduce her to us.”
“Wait, y- you knew?”
Hotch folded his arms and leaned back onto the glass wall behind him. “It wasn’t hard to figure out. We all saw that picture of her in your wallet that you like to cuddle on the jet.”
Mountainous laughter filled the room, everyone grinning from ear-to-ear as the joyful sound reverberated against the walls. Your cheeks began to warm at the revelation, but you couldn’t help but join them.
Spencer blushed, fidgeting with his fingers and avoiding your gaze. “I- I wasn’t cuddling it. I just think that it brings me good luck, so I make a habit of opening it up every once in a while.”
“You could always ask that other doctor to come in and cut a little piece of her to carry around with you for extra luck,” Emily laughed, “He almost did it to your leg, he surely wouldn’t hesitate if you asked.”
She expected another wave of chuckles from the people around her, only to be met by complete silence and wide eyes. JJ nudged her shoulder and shook her head slightly.
Emily whispered, “What? Too soon?”
You smiled. “It was really nice to finally get to talk to everyone properly, but I think Spencer needs to rest.”
“That’s a good idea,” Hotch stated, staring directly at Emily with a death glare. The team exited the room one by one until it was completely empty and the hushed sounds of Emily and JJ bickering about her attempt at a joke became distant alongside their footsteps.
“He was really going to amputate my leg?” Spencer’s expression was one of disbelief, his hand running along his thigh where his stitches were dressed underneath layers of fabric and bandages.
“Mhm,” you sat down on the edge of his bed, running your hand through his hair lovingly, “But I swooped in to save the day and he didn’t get the chance.”
“I’m lucky to have you.”
You laughed, “You really are. Without me, one of your legs would be gone.”
“I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?” He lifted an eyebrow when you jokingly shook your head and laced his fingers between yours. “Well, I don’t think I mind. A lifetime of teasing is still a lifetime with you.”
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included dialogue from: greys anatomy (7x11) and criminal minds (9x24)
i’m doing my thanks down here bc i didn’t want the author’s note at the top to be too long, but special thank you's to @unmitigatedsuperiority, @reidslibrarybook, and @ssa-m-187 for pre-reading this and helping me out !! especially nat, she literally saved my ending lol most of that last dialogue with the team came out of her wonderful little brain <3 extra big thank u to her, check her + her writing out if you haven't already :D
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