-An adult version of the baby from the first Ice Age movie to reunite with the rest of the herd.
-“A Bugs Life II,” with Dot growing up and learning the duties of a princess in Atta’s place.
-The Iron Giant II: He sacrificed himself at the end of the movie and his parts went ALL over the place…but he DIDN’T die. I always expected a movie where his parts finally came back together and he reunited with Hogarth.
-The chipmunks singing “Boys and Girls of Rock and Roll” in one of their live action movies
-For Jack to be reunited with an older version of the baby he took care of in the first series (Samurai Jack)
-A modern crossover between the newer Sesame Street characters and the newer Muppet characters, just like the specials in the old days
-There to be consistency in the fact that in the first Monster’s Inc. movie, Mike told Sully, “You’ve been jealous of my looks since 3rd grade,” rather for them to make a completely new plot where the first time they met was in college.
As soon as those two words left your mouth, Jason was beyond floored.
After a few seconds of pure silence and shock plastered to his face, his lips parted. “I can’t be a father.”
His words felt like punch to the gut. However, you knew where he was coming from; this man once was a boy who grew up on the streets, fending for himself, while his own father was in and out of jail. And his mother? She was hardly a motherly figure, passed out on a chair, the whites of her eyes showing as the drugs raided her system.
Your hands find his face, thumb stroking his cheek. “You’re not them, Jason.”
“No you don’t understand, I’m a selfish asshole. I can barely handle myself on a daily basis, I’m broken. I’m in no shape to ever be a father and-”
“I know, Jason. I know you’re broken. I know who you are, and I have no doubts you’ll be a great father.” you watch as his eyes searched yours in a yearning sort of desperation, trying to believe every word. “You know how I know that? Because you’ve experienced hell, Jay. I know you want better for those you love than what you got, you fight for what’s right — even if it means they die.”
“I kill people, I’m not father material.”
“I know who I’m dating. I know your beliefs differ Bruce’s. I know you’ve suffered the greatest tragedy of having to live again. But you’re changing,” your hands find his, grasping them before placing them over your stomach. “and we both love you.”
Jason’s eyes searched your face for any sign of doubt, to find none. “Hell, if someone as serious as Bruce can do it, why can’t I? I’ll just have to work harder at it.”
With a grin, you toss your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his. “I love you, Todd.”
“And I, you.”
“Ooh! Look, guys! It’s the lady who swallowed a planet!” Tim’s voice rang out from the manor living room as you waddled in.
“Shut it, Drake,” you mumbled, shooing Dick away from your favorite spot on the couch. “Honestly if this baby doesn’t pop out within the next few days I’m gonna pull it out myself.”
“Ooh can I help?” Damian asked, earning a glare from Jason. “What? She’ll need assistance…”
“Touch my wife, and you’re fucking dead Demon Brat.” Jason hissed.
From the corner of the room, Dick snorted before his eyes trailed down your body. “Uh guys? Guys? Is that normal or did what I think I saw just happen?“
Before you could even blink, a sharp pain rang in your abdomen and that was when you felt it. The unnatural warmth between your legs that wasn’t unlike overflowing on a menstrual cycle.
“Fucking hell!“ you blurted.
Despite all the pain and agony, the sight before you was completely worth it. Jason clutched the small bundle in his arms, sitting in a nearby chair, staring into your child’s face with admiration.
With a tired smile, you took in the sight, fighting off the hormonal tears.
“She’s beautiful, just like her mother.” Jason said, looking up into your exhausted face. He wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, but he was completely and totally in love again with this tiny human. He knew he would search the corners of the universe for her, and give her all the happiness that was possible.
And God, was he smitten with you. For believing so much in him. For sticking around all these years.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Shut up,”
“No I’m serious,” Jason admitted, carefully sitting beside you when you scoot over. “How did I get so lucky?”
With a hum and small smile, you place your head onto his shoulder, watching the sleeping baby girl in his arms. “By being you, Todd. The world is repaying you for what you’ve done and survived.”
With a swelling heart, Jason pressed his lips to your right temple before you succumbed to sleep.
“All I ever deserved was you.” he whispered before turning back to the child in his arms. “I love both my girls.”
- Natasha visits you in hospital after you give birth - based off (x)
20 hours of pain. A day after you gave birth to your beautiful baby boy and all the pain was worth it. Bucky napped in a chair next to the bed as you held Grant James Barnes closely in your arms. A soft knock drew you out of your haze.
Natasha poked her head in, a soft smile on her face. When you gave her a slight nod to enter, she walked in teddy bear and flowers in hand. Placing them on a nearby table she walked over to you almost in a daze. Her eyes stayed glued to Grant until she was right next to you.
“Meet Grant James Barnes, do you want to hold him?” you whispered, Nat’s eyes widening at the proposition. She nods and you sit up, carefully handing her the baby. She held him as if he was made of porcelain, running her finger down his cheek ever so gently. Grant stirred but settled into Natasha’s arms.
“He’s so beautiful Y/N” she murmured completely enamoured with how his tiny features already reminded her of you and Bucky.
She looked up at you, studying your face. “How are you though?” she asked with sisterly concern.
“Tired, he wouldn’t stop crying” you sighed, leaning back against the pillows.
Natasha smiled a small smile “he’s a newborn it’s bound to happen”. She looked back down at Grant now sleeping soundly.
You shook your head and sighed. “Oh no not him, the other one” you looked pointedly at Bucky who was now napping.
Natasha almost laughed at the thought of the infamous Winter Soldier crying all night but when she saw the softness of Bucky’s face as he slept peacefully she felt a gentle smile grace her face instead. Bucky stirred and woke slowly, cracking an eye open.
“Oh, hey Nat” he stretched in his blue scrubs, slightly uncomfortable in the clothes. He got up and walked over, kissing her on the cheek in greeting. As he looked down at the little bundle his whole face lit up.
“Hey, little guy” he whispered, placing the tiniest of kisses on his forehead. You watched on with the beginnings of tears in your eyes, so incredibly happy. Natasha carefully transferred Grant to Bucky and he sat back down in his chair. Suddenly his face took on a different expression, one of confusion and frustration.
“I didn’t cry all night, you know” he grumbled, Natasha and you suppressing your laughter so as not to wake the sleeping baby.
I can’t describe how much I love this series. How much respect for it I have. It’s so much of our culture with this important subtexts and messages.
I mean take the finale episode for example - the big get together throw down scene! Even though I’m black and I have interest in just about all the eras when it comes to music it’s still easy to forget how much music - our music - has transformed. It’s easy to forget that we invented a lot of shit even though that’s often been stolen and watered down for others. Music for blacks has always been this element that’s just reigned supreme - no matter what part of our history you look at music has been founding. Music has also transformed our way of dance of course - one thing I love about the get down is its highlight of disco dance in our culture. Because yes be-boying is something that’s populated from that time and while disco music is often brought up on movies that highlight that era (about blacks)…the dance form is often left to the wayside or night shined on. And the fact that the disco king (who refers to himself as such) is someone that always has his finger on the trigger, is my favorite thing. I was so jazzed when there was a battle between hip-hop and disco - because that’s real. One washed the other out before something else came along and affected that thing too (rap). Plus that scene was fucking epic.
Can I also say I’m here for them bringing girls to the mic and having them do hip hop and not just singing disco! I was sooo amped. And baby was referenced as Queen and I dug that too with all the kingdom talks of kings. Ra-Ra is so precious. I love that every member has their role - there own superpower and everytime he creates a plan he’s just like a genius Cinnabon who can do no wrong.
I cried so many times for fucking Shaolin in part 2. I def liked him more this time around. He was more human, more real. You guys know I love my broken baes. My heart broke for him a million times over. Zeke made him believe they were ride or die, that they were family that he could lean on him and the Kiplings and then he turned his back and walked away. He spent his childhood and adulthood being raped by Annie, running drugs for her, surviving alone. He says in one episode - “You’ve never seen me out with a girl, on dates and holding hands, I don’t know nothin bout that shit.” - this part shows is just how Annie has affected him. When he goes to find Dizzee at Thor’s and he’s sees into D’s world/his sexuality we get subtext that maybe Shao’s sexuality ain’t the lady killer as he makes it - he also refers to Dizz as his brother (his alien brother) and we see him refer to the members as his brothers a few times (showing his opening up). When he lets Boo start to run drugs for him, it’s not out of greed or malice it’s because Boo was gonna be in that life regardless of what anyone said and Shao felt like he was better under his care than someone else’s. Its also because Boo hit him with that relatable - they’re gonna leave us one day and I ain’t got no college to go to - line. Zeke often has one foot in and one foot out where Shao is concerned. He had many people in his ear warning him about how bad Shao was. So hearing him out was never on the table. Mentally I couldn’t help but say it’s because you love him when Shao asked zeke what’s stopping him from fucking zeke up right then since they aren’t family, because that’s what it really was. He had stood in front of Zeke and once again stripped himself bare by revealing a part of himself he never showed anyone else (his real name) and Zeke used that against him - telling him things that deep down he believed himself. And then to see him go back to Annie! Gah! I cried and cried and then that bitch shot the kitten! Man….they had me fucked up with this season/part.
Can I give a honorary mention for the fact that it was this shared reality that made homie give up trying to get Shao to come back and sign that paper. That scene was so important.
Last but not least - my baby Dizzee and in part his baby Thor! My boo was somber this season/part. We also didn’t get a lot of him because jaden’s time allot was different/his contract. But I still love this shit! Paint nails, crazy philosophy, considered weird and still a rebel at heart. Diz had to settle more into his own sexuality this season/part. Thors locked up and Diz is taking a stone cold break from his street art and even his old friends. For some reason his father feels like he’s the bad one (ha). It just seems like he’s a little disconnected and trying to keep his head down while making comic sketches for his jailbird boyfriend. That all of course changes when Thor gets out. It’s clear he doesn’t want his family to know about his sexuality or his relationship with Thor. And they’re so stupid they’re still calling Thor his friend even though he took that step towards him before he passed out, repeatedly draws him, spends all his time with him, and draws him hearts with spray pain in the air…he just doesn’t wanna lose those close to him. He doesn’t think they’ll accept him. You could see the fear dropping off of him when Shao walked into Thor’s place and saw everything - from the way he glanced from his Rumi paintings to a sleeping Thor. Rumi is a metaphor for his own sexuality but it was easy to read between the lines in that room. Diz’s art is a very important part of him. It’s how he communicates, how he tells his stories. Like music and dance art (def street art) is a big part of the culture and The Get Down used all 3 to triangle eachother in a nice way. Music, dance, art, they were all a rebellion and art was Diz’s preferred form. It was what originally bonded him and Thor (and can I say how cute it is that Thor supports him and amazed by his performance both with a mic in his hand or an art tool!). I’m gonna have to talk about Dizzee again cause they had me all the way fucked up with that ending. Dizzee is my fav and I’m just not…it’s not where I’m at - at all. It’s frustrating to love this shit so much and know it prob won’t be renewed. Like…ugh. Five fucking episodes - it wasn’t enough! And don’t even get me started on the domesticated house scene of pure freedom and elation as Dizzee and Thor painted each other.
Everything had me crying like a baby and that finale had me wtfing all over the place.
So hey guys. Ik, i haven’t really been active on Tumblr in a million years so I want to apologize. I felt that I needed to take a break from Tumblr because it was putting unnecessary pressure on me to get new stuff out everyday. Which is something that is IMPOSSIBLE with my schedule. All in all it was stressing me out and making my anxiety flare up, something I’ve been working for the last two years to get under control. I still LOVE Tumblr, but I don’t know if I will be returning until the summer starts and my schedule relaxes. I love you all I just want you to know that, but I feel that my mental health is important. So, on a happier or smuttier note, here is my fic for Ash’s 2nd Writing Challenge. Please everyone go follow her and read her stuff. She is a really big inspiration to me just because she is an amazing writer and a supercool, openminded and understanding person. If everyone on Tumblr was like her than Tumblr would be better like magically going to school with Harry, Hermione and Ron and being their best friend. And who the frick can top that? Anyway, enjoy. I wish I had put more time into this, but I’m trying not to be a perfectionist so here is my un-perfect fic. Luv ya all! @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash
Request: Me because I wanted to join in on the smutty fun of Ash’s challenge
Summary: Read whats in bold ;)
Characters: Negan, OC - Amara and OC - Anita (Negan x Amara)
POV: Third POV
Warnings: Smut. Negan’s cursing. Age Difference. Unprotected sex.
Dirty Sights Taint Pure Minds
“You want me to make you feel like a woman, baby girl? You want me to touch your body in all the places your father told you to never let anyone? You want daddy to make that succulent cunt squirt all over my sheets over and over and over again? Do you want daddy to show you what fun we can have blind? Tell daddy you want him to fucking destroy that tight little virgin pussy of yours, baby girl.”
was written for @waywardmoeyy ‘s 600 Followers Not-So-Challenging Challenge. I
chose to use Grenade by Bruno Mars as my song, using the line: You
said you loved me, you’re a liar. Because you never, ever, ever did, baby.
This was so much fun to write, though it hurt a little due to recent episode
events that I am still salty about. Hope you all like it!! xox
Fidgeting against Sam
restlessly, you sighed. Placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone, you felt him
“What’s up, Y/N?”
“I don’t know,” you pouted,
relaxing against him a little as he began stroking your arm. “I just feel
restless. Like something is going to happen. And I don’t like that feeling,
He sighed and wrapped you in
his strong arms. He knew all too well how that felt and you knew it. From the
moment you’d woken up, you’d felt it. Something foreboding, and as a hunter it
never meant anything good.
“You’re probably worrying
over nothing,” he reassured you as you rest your head against his shoulder. “Try
not to worry too much, okay?” Vibrations ran up your leg and you quirked a
brow, looking up at him. Rolling his eyes, he smirked and kissed your nose. “I’ll
be right back. I love you.”
Untangling himself from you,
he made his way to the kitchen and you couldn’t help the contented sigh that
escaped you as you watched him leave. You hated any time spent away from Sam
but the back of him was just as good to look at as the front. Grinning, you pushed
yourself up and browsed through the books crowding the shelves around the war
You and Sam had been dating
for the last three months and it had been magical. The two of you and Dean had
met the year before on a hunt and, after bumping into each other regularly, the
boys suggested you just move into the bunker. The three of you worked well
together and it made sense to do so, purely for hunting purposes. Nothing had
happened between you and the youngest Winchester for some time, only light
flirting, until Dean left the two of you alone one night. After some liquid
courage, the two of you had opened up and admitted how you felt. From there, it
was smooth sailing and you’d never been happier. Though you expected any girl
would feel the same if they got to cuddle up next to Sam Winchester every
Arms snaking around your
waist brought you back to the present and you smiled, leaning back against him.
“Who was it?”
“No-one important,” he
replied, though his voice was guarded.
“Oh,” you raised a brow once
more and decided to let it go, even though the foreboding feeling got stronger.
“Wanna go get some pizza? Dean and Cas should be home soon.”
“Pizza sounds good,” Sam
grabbed your hand and led you to the garage, not looking at you the entire
time. Something was wrong and you were worried.
Trigger warnings : Parental abuse , depression , 5 years age gap, consensual sex , death, violence, graphic scenes.
Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)
The narrative follows the reader and Daryl. The story starts pre-apocalypse and links the events of different stages of their lives as : kids, young adults and adults, focusing on their friendship and eventual love relationship . But when the world turns to dust, will they be able to make it?
CopyRight: I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story. No copyright infringement is intended.
Part 6 – I’ve missed you
You step away from the wall, trying to close in the distance
between the two of you.
‘Daryl? …. Are you al right?’ You look into his blue eyes ,
trying to figure out what he’s thinking… but this look , you haven’t seen it
before, and you’ve seen many.
He looks at you , his jaw clenched.
‘Tell me it ain’t real’ his voice is hoarse, low and somehow
‘You mean David?’ you ask with what’s left of your voice.
‘Fuck Y/N , FUCK!’ he takes his knife back and goes outside,
smashing the door behind him.
‘What…the…Daryl!’ you decide to follow him. You dreamt of this moment thousands of times,
but never not even once, not even in your wildest of nightmares , no sir, you
didn’t foresee such behavior from his part.
He’s inside a car, signaling to Father Gabriel , who’s on
wall duty, to open the gates .
‘Daryl’ you run towards the car but he drives off.
‘You….ok miss Y/N?’ Father Gabriel asks reluctantly.
‘Yes’ you hold in the sobs and turn away, trying to hide
your teary eyes.
Kelso, on the other hand, he proposed in the most corny way he could find, because that’s who he is: he’s corny as hell when he wants to, or more like, when he loves someone.
His whatever with the mother of his child started just as being parents, which meant spending alot of time together, they wanted it or not. Of course their kid was going to slowly bring them together, and when they start dating, Brooke puts certain rules and doesn’t truly trust him that much until months before.
When they start living together, its easy to get along and life together doesn’t seem off or that much of a change. They day they move to a bigger house, all the boxes around them and Betsy desperate because she can’t find her favorite stuffed animal, and Brooke is getting crazy because she can’t find anything.
So, Kelso says he will find everything. He finds stuff to make sandwiches and left Brooke to that, because he sucks at cooking (even at putting together some damn sandwich), and then gets into action searching for Betsy’s stuffed animal. After moving a few boxes, he and his daughter put into this dramatic act of finding the thing mutilated.
Brooke promises she will fix her stuffed animal, and when she takes it, she finds a ring were the wound of the doll is. She looks up to Betsy, and she says “Daddy says if you want to marry him”. The answer is obvious, but she stills runs around their messy house, yelling she is going to find him and kill him for sending their little angle to do his dirty work.
Their daughter is laughing as she gets upstairs and founds him in their room (or what is going to be their room, that is still a mess, but), and he has put candles all over the place and is on one knee, waiting.
After she yells ‘yes’ for the last time, he makes a quick call and, out of nowhere, in less than 10 minutes, Fez and girlfriend appears and take Betsy with them.
When he tells his friends the story, everyone laughs, but here’s the thing: he’s still the first one getting the lady, alright.
where are you?” Baron called, as his footsteps rang throughout the house. The
hallways were dark with the only glare of light coming from the shine of the
full moon outside the window. “Babe?”
hear as Baron pulled off his sneakers then made his way up the stairs towards
the bedroom. The door was locked shut but I knew that he could see the
flickering of the lamp light from the crack under the doorway. He knocked.
alright? Why’s the door locked?”
Hang on.” I answered, doing my best to muffle the cries from my boyfriend’s
Pairing:Dean Winchester x reader Warnings: [N/A] Fandom:Supernatural
This guys been bothering you all night. Was it so much to ask to have a drink in piece without some drunk guy drooling all over you. No one in the bar seemed to notice or care that you were being harassed by this fellow who, no matter how much you refused wouldn’t stop asking you to come back to his place.
“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone” you growled at the man who only smirked lazily in return.
“Oh come on baby” he slurred, moving his face closer to yours. He smelled like cheap cologne and way too much alcohol.
“We’ll have a fun time. My place isn’t too far”.
“I’m not interested in doing anything you. Now leave me the hell alone!” You finally snapped pushing him away. The man stumbled but didn’t fall shockingly since he was incredibly drunk. Unfortunately he quickly recovered and was back in your face within seconds.
“I like em feisty”.
You were just about to shoot another insult at him when to your surprise a hand appeared on the guys shoulder and forced him to turn around.
“I think she told you to leave her alone” said a deep voice. Finally someone had come to your rescue. This new man was ten times more good looking than the guy who’s been harassing you.
“Now get going”.
The first guy looked like he wanted to stand his ground and fight but it was quite obvious he wasn’t going to win so instead he pulled away from the second man’s grip and walked straight out of the bar.
“Thanks for that” you said sighing gratefully “he’s been bothering me this entire time. I’ve been yelling at him so much that my drinks warm now and I didn’t even finish it”.
“I’ll buy you a new one” he offered waving at the bartender.
First he defended you against that asshole now he was buying you a drink? Interesting…
“Well if you’re buying me a drink I should at least know your name”.
“You know, you really didn’t have to come all the way over to cook a meal with me,” Seven said, slipping another baby carrot into his mouth. You took the bag out of his hands and placed it on the counter.
“When was the last time you’ve eaten?” you returned. He opened his mouth to reply, and you quickly added, “Not consisting of chips or soda.”
He stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms, almost defensively. “Well…I haven’t had the time.”
He paused and reached passed you to snatch a bottle from the counter. He held it next to his face. “Or should I say…the thyme.”
A giggle bubbled past your lips. When his eyes glinted, you knew you had made a mistake.
You could already see him taking in all the ingredients lined up. He leaned his elbow on the counter next to you. “Everyone in the RFA is always talking about eating home-cooked meals, but honestly,” he sighed, dragging another spice bottle towards him. “I don’t see what the big dill is.”
You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. Don’t laugh…don’t let him see weakness. “It’s healthier,” you respond in attempts to dissuade further jokes.
He placed a hand over his heart. “Aww! You care for my health. Udon know how much that makes miso happy.”
“Seven!” you groaned. You were really trying to suppress the smile tugging at your mouth. You mustered up all the annoyance you could and glared at him from the side of your eye.
“Listen, honey,” he lifted a jar of the sticky substance along with the butter dish. “If you can come up with some butter puns, I’ll stop.”
You turned to face him, knife still in hand. He stumbled a few paces backwards, letting out a nervous chuckle. “If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you,” you snapped.
He gulped and nodded, setting aside the items in his hand. You held the sharp utensil forward for a few seconds longer, going so far as poking the air for good measure. Seven pressed his fingers together and made a gesture of zipping his lips. Satisfied, you returned to the vegetables.
“If you don’t like my jokes, you should just say so. No need for…cutting remarks.”
You slammed the knife down on the counter. You grabbed the closest ingredient to you, which happened to be a loaf of bread, and chucked it at him. Seven threw up his arms to shield his face, but he was nearly doubling over in laughter.
You continued to hit him over the head with the bread until he called your name several times. Finally, he just grabbed your hands and held them to your side. He leaned real close to your face, a serious expression replacing his usual dorky grin. You calmed, suddenly feeling heat in your cheeks at the close distance.
“MC, you don’t need to resort to this,” he began, his grip on you tightening and his eyes searching your face. “If you loaf me, you should just say so.”
You really shouldn’t have, but you honestly couldn’t take it anymore. You cupped his face, your thumb absentmindedly brushing his cheek. “Seven…I do,” you said with equal seriousness. “Olive you so much.”
There was a short pause before laughter tumbled out of his mouth. It really wasn’t that funny, but for some reason, his happiness was contagious, and before you knew it, you were on the floor with him, clutching your sides. One joke led to another, and somehow you got caught up in a pun war which made you cringe harder than looking at your middle school photos.
When you finally calmed yourself, you glanced at the microwave clock. “We’re never going to make anything quick enough to eat at a decent time.”
Seven whipped out his phone and waved it in the air. “There’s this amazing thing called pizza.”
You rolled your eyes good naturedly. “Fine.”
He stood to his feet with a sigh, offering his hand to you. “I should probably get some sugar before I pick it up though. For energy.”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
You took his hand, and he yanked you up. He pulled you straight into him, pecking your lips before rushing out of the kitchen and, presumably, out of the apartment. You stood in the kitchen, stunned and jittery.
“That absolute sneak,” you muttered under your breath. Although…you couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off your face.
A/N: Sorry if this was too cheesy;););)
If anyone wants to request something, feel free to drop a number in my inbox from this list.I’ll be doing these for the next day or so.
The sunlight threw shards of color from the stained glass windows all over the interiors of the quaint little church. Creaky wooden pews decorated with tulle bows were filled to the brim with friends and family gathered to watch you and Leonard get married. Much as you’d hoped to have an outdoor wedding, the Georgia heat had forced a change in plans. No one wanted to see one of the elderly guests collapse from heat exhaustion, after all. It was really a nice place, you’d thought when you’d been putting up the decorations two days ago: intimate and unpretentious, yet with very classy traditional touches that suited your ceremony.
A/N: I got such Reidvez feels after the preview for episode 17 of this season, so I needed to do this request right meow lol. This was an anon request for a Spencer x Luke where they’ve been married for quite some time and are thinking of kids. They decide to go through a surrogate. Purely fluff. No ups and downs. Because that’s what I need after the last episode. XD @coveofmemories@hanny-bananny
P.S. I’ve got a little idea for a Spencer and Luke with baby follow-up, but I’m not gonna do it unless I have some interest in it.
“Your bedhead is absolutely ridiculous,” Luke said as his husband pushed up from the bed. Spencer’s hair had grown out again recently and it was sticking out all over the place. “You’re kind of rocking the Albert Einstein right now. Except sexier.”
The longtime BAU agent just grunted. He was not a morning person. Luke was though. How they made it work was a miracle. But when he looked over to see Luke smiling at his bedhead, he realized why - because that smile killed him every time. “So I’m a sexy Albert Einstein?” he laughed. “I’ll take it.”
The night before had been fraught with conversation about how they wanted to go about starting a family. Adoption was an option. Surrogacy was an option. Artificial insemination was an option. A combination of insemination and surrogacy was an option, but after a lengthy and heavy conversation, they decided to sleep on it, saying that in the morning they’d both blurt out the option they felt might work best for them. “So remember what we said last night?” Luke asked, watching as Spencer nodded his head.
“On the count of three,” Spencer replied.
“One…two…three… Surrogate…by insemination.”
“Well, I guess that’s one step in this process that we’ve gotten out of the way,” Luke said, collapsing back into the pillow and rubbing the back of his head with his hand. “Am I rocking the bedhead too?”
He was - massively.
A few days later, the men sat down at the table and started looking through surrogacy agencies. “This is so daunting,” Spencer said as his eyes combed through the plethora of possible agencies. “Where do we even start?”
“We take the plunge and pick an agency to look into,” his husband replied. It was the weekend, so they decided to dedicate the entire day to looking at agencies.
Over the next few hours, they combed through agency after agency finding one reason or another not to go with them, until finally, Spencer pointed one out that might work. “What about this one?” he asked. “They are a national agency and they seem to have great reviews from people that have used them. They’re completely open to LGBT parents, and they can try and look local first before looking for someone across the country.”
As Luke looked over Spencer’s shoulder, his eyes glanced over the various web pages. Of course, Spencer was right. This agency looked like it would be perfect for them. “I like them. Now what?” he laughed.
“Now, we apply and then hopefully get to search through some files I guess.”
While Spencer pulled up the application, Luke found his mind wandering to what his husband had said early - this was going to be an insanely complicated process.
Within two weeks, their application had been accepted, so they were allowed to look through profiles of possible surrogate mothers. “There’s another question we haven’t actually discussed,” Luke said. “Which one of us would be the donor?”
Luke had always thought Spencer, but he wasn’t sure what Spencer thought. “I would be fine with either of us,” he said truthfully. “Were you thinking either one of us in particular?”
“You actually,” he replied, much to Spencer’s surprise. “Why do you look so stunned? You have the genius brain. I want our kid to be a genius like you.”
“But I have a pretty fucked up medical background,” he replied. Luke hadn’t actually thought about that. They’d have to discuss it further. But for now, they’d focus on the mother. They’d been filing through possible surrogate mothers, for four hours.
They hadn’t looked up from their prospective stacks of papers for hours, when all of a sudden Spencer heard Luke’s papers fall to the floor. “What about her?” The woman’s name was Kailanni Carter, age 28. She was African-American and lived right outside the city. She had a near perfect medical background, with the exception of an astigmatism, which was basically nothing; they wanted to make sure that whether or not Spencer or Luke was the father, the mother’s DNA was as healthy as possible. She had two kids of her own already, and was looking to supplement the family’s income, while she raised her two kids, both boys. Each mother had to answer a question as to why they wanted to pursue surrogacy, and Spencer and Luke had purposely looked past women who were purely doing it for the cash; they wanted someone that was truly open to the idea of surrogacy. Kailanni however said she’d been surrounded by friends that couldn’t have their own children, and she’d been lucky enough to have two, so being a surrogate would allow her to help someone else in the way she couldn’t do for her own friends. “I like her.”
“Me too,” Spencer said. “Do we want to see if the agency can match us?”
Another three weeks passed before the agency was able to get in contact with Kailanni Carter, but once they did, she and her husband Skyped with Spencer and Luke. They immediately hit it off. The only question they originally had for her, was whether or not she was truly okay with the baby being biologically hers. She said that preferably she’d be able to be introduced to the child at some point, but that if that wasn’t okay she was still fine with being the biological mother. Both Luke and Spencer had absolutely no problem with her being part of their child’s life.
“Oh my god, you guys are adorable,” she said, clapping her hands together as her husband sat beside her. “I would love to be a surrogate for you.”
“Yes!” Spencer said, turning into Luke and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Now where do we go from here?” This process seemed to be a never-ending line of achieving something and then going “now what,” but they were enjoying every stage of the journey.
“Now, I start on some medications and then we’ll do the first insemination. Then hopefully I’ll be pregnant soon,” she responded. Apparently not all mothers hated being pregnant. Anyone they knew had started losing their minds being pregnant pretty early on, but Kailanni said she enjoyed each and every second she was pregnant with her boys. “Probably on account of the fact that I was never sick,” she laughed.
“We really can’t thank you enough.” Luke slunk his arm around Spencer’s shoulder and pulled him close. They’d been married for nearly four years now, and had been discussing a family since the very beginning. It was finally starting to become real.
For nearly four weeks, Kailanni went on medications that would help the process along, until finally they were ready. After much deliberation, they’d decided that it was best for the biological father to be Luke. With schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s running in his background, he didn’t want to take the chance of passing that onto his child.
Neither Spencer nor Luke could make it to the original doctor’s appointment, but they both vowed that if this took, one of them would be there for every doctor’s appointment during the course of the pregnancy. “We have about two weeks until we’ll find out whether or not she’s pregnant,” Luke said to the rest of the team.
“I can’t believe someone is gonna have your kid, newbie,” Garcia laughed playfully.
He cut his eyes at her. They’d been working together for four years now, and yet somehow he was still newbie. “It’s gonna be a long two weeks.”
Spencer and Luke had nearly combusted with joy when Kailanni called 17 days later to tell them that she was pregnant. “I have my first appointment with the OBGYN in two days.”
“Well,” Luke started, throwing a balled up piece of paper towards his husband’s desk. “I guess since I’m the bio dad, it’s only fair that you get to go to the first doctor’s appointment.”
Kailanni’s husband was at work during the appointment, so it was only her and Spencer, but as soon as the little bean-like picture showed up on the screen, both burst into tears. “That’s my kid,” Spencer said as he wiped a tear from his eyes. “Thank you so much.”
“It’s my pleasure,” she said as she grabbed his hand. “Here’s hoping for smooth sailing from here on out.”
Over the next few months, Kailanni made a point to call every week and let them know how she was doing. “Baby’s fine,” she said, pointing to her stomach. “But I do have another appointment coming up in three days and I think both of you should be there. That is, if you plan on finding out the sex of the baby.”
“Oh definitely…right?” Spencer asked hopefully. He really didn’t want to wait, but he would if Luke really wanted to. “We’re going right?”
“Yes, we’ll be there.”
The following three days ground down to a snail’s pace. Everyone on the team noticed. “You get to find out the sex of the baby tomorrow, right?” JJ asked excitedly.
“Yup!” Luke replied. “I can’t wait.”
That morning was filled with nervous energy, both fathers tripping over their clothes in an attempt to make it the appointment early. They wanted to make sure the baby was healthy more than anything else - that nothing had changed over the past few months.
Both of them excitedly hugged Kailanni as they walked into the office together and back toward the examination room. As the OBGYN put the gel on her stomach, she asked if either of them were hoping for either sex in particular. Honestly, neither of them cared as long as the baby was healthy. Undoubtedly, boy or girl, both would elicit the same reaction - tears, kisses and hugs all around. “Alright everyone, everything looks perfectly healthy and if you want, I can tell you the sex of the baby.”
All three waited with bated breath. “It’s a girl!”
Kailanni screamed with just as much as excitement as Spencer and Luke did - she’d never had a girl.
“Oh my god,” Luke said, swallowing hard as he pushed his hair back. “We’re gonna have a little girl. That’s so…cool!”
Spencer snorted in the corner, the tears rolling down his face as he realized that he and Luke were finally going to have the family they’d always wanted. “We have to start thinking of names now,” he said to Luke.
“Oh man, we do,” he laughed. “That’s going to be really hard.”
After finding out they were going to have a girl, both fathers went to work crafting the perfect nursery. Neither of them was really into the traditional pink and white, so they went with white as a base and baby green and purple for the colors. Above the crib was her name, which they’d debated on for nearly a month, finally picking the perfect name, Diana Kailanni, after Spencer’s mother and their surrogate, who without none of this would be possible.
She broke down when she visited and saw the nursery. “You’re naming the baby after me!?”
“We couldn’t do this without you,” Spencer said. “Literally.” She was just weeks away from delivering baby Diana. For the rest of the day, she spent time with both men, going over everything they might need to know as new parents.
“I’m telling you both right now,” she laughed, “when you first bring her home, you are going to have zero idea of what you’re doing. Don’t get scared. It comes to you more quickly than you think.”
Within two-to-three weeks, they were going to be a family.
It was barely 3:30 AM when Luke was woken up by his phone nearly two and a half weeks later. “Babe,” he said, waking up a sleeping Spencer, “Wake up. Baby’s coming.”
“Oh shit,” he said, popping up and tripping into the closet where his clothes were. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”
They probably shouldn’t have abused their power as officers, but they did, ensuring that no one would get in their way, even at 3:30 AM, by putting the siren on top of the car. As they walked in, they were ushered into the room where Kailanni and her husband were. Having already had two kids, she was fairly far along, so Diana would be coming sooner rather than later. “How are you feeling?” Luke asked, feeling horrible as she experienced another contraction.
“Not too bad actually,” she said through clenched teeth. “I felt worse with the boys, and she’s going to come much more quickly than they did.”
Spencer remembered her telling them that she had been in labor for nearly 36 hours with her first son and just under 24 with the second, so given that she was going to go from water breaking to delivering in about eight hours total, she counted her blessings. “Okay, let’s check and see how far along we are,” the OBGYN said as she walked in. While she was getting checked out, her husband held her one hand while Spencer and Luke took turns holding the other. “You are ready to go,” she said. “Are you all actually ready?”
“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Spencer laughed. The room was filled with screams and cries, but only for about 20 minutes. When she pushed for the last time, Spencer was holding her hand while Luke watched as their child was born.
“She’s here!” he said excitedly, pumping his fists in the air. “She’s beautiful.”
Kailanni and Spencer dissolved into tears and Luke soon followed, until everyone in the room, including the OBGYN, were flooded in tears. “You guys are very lucky,” the doctor said. “She’s gorgeous.”
“Thank you so much, Kailanni,” Luke said, placing the baby in her arms after kissing his husband. “As long as you want to be involved in her life, we want you to be there.”
With tears in her eyes, a mixture of both sad and happy, she cradled the little girl in her arms. She was so glad she was able to do this for someone, even though it would be hard to let her go. “I’d be honored to watch her grow up,” she said. “You’re both going to make great parents.”