#Surrogacy The movie

[gabrielokun]

[iamnathannah]

Glorbie/Gilmore Girls Fic Prompt

Just had this idea for Barbie and Gloria crossing over with Chilton and Paris, and how things change for the three of them;

•Barbie is absolutely in love with Gloria, but she's a very popular soccer player with parents who absolutely refuse to let her hang out with anyone except fellow rich kids. Thus her best 'friend' is Louise. She's on an Alex Morgan trajectory towards the USWMT. Because of her parents and fears about her social standing, she doesn't reach out to Gloria out of fear of not only rejection but because her parents would disown her; it just so happens her parents are Straub and Francine Hayden, who adopted her after everything that went down with Lorelai, Christopher and Rory as a completely obvious 'image rehab' stunt. And yup, they've never changed, and when she mentions Gloria and then her last name, she gets a lecture about how 'we don't associate with those people'.

•Gloria is just there to learn and after some bumpiness, Paris is her best friend and supports her with everything she has. She's from Hartford's Frog Hollow area (the area's Latinx core) and is there on a scholarship, and she is studying art and design, along with business. Because of her scholarship status, Louise has very hateful prejudice against her and Paris dropped her friendship with Louise when it became clear they wouldn't get along. Madeline remains a solid and kind friend, a sort of intermediary between Barbie's sporty prep life and Gloria's more grounded 'local girl making good' beginnings.

•Rory is the Ken here; just enough elaboration, but her story is there, she's fine with Paris, but otherwise she's on the periphery. Through Friday night dinners and society events they know each other well, but since Rory's academic and Barbie's preppy and sporty, their paths rarely cross. Lorelai is completely neutral on Barbie and has never held any hate for her despite her being adopted to 'soften' the Haydens.

•Tristan is Barbie's boyfriend and is Ken-like in that he's a true himbo. No ill motives, just The Dude.

•No Dean, duh. As with Rory, Jess is there, but just in that undescribed Stars Hollow world. Logan is somewhere, but not in power, and nowhere near Rory.

•The actual Chilton part is the setup; one of Barbie's teammates is Madeline and she realizes that she's in love with Gloria and tries to earnestly set them up together through a bunch of gossip and telephone. But this is 2006 Chilton (moving time up a bit so that Sasha's eventual age makes sense) and like that time, trying to get two women together, especially from different income brackets, is an exercise in frustration.

•When Barbie calls to ask her out however, Gloria dismisses it out of hand and asserts that it was a team hazing ritual, even after Madeline says it was her own idea, and thinks Barbie even liking her as a friend is a put-on. She brushes it off as a joke even as Barbie tries to explain her earnest feelings and tells Barbie to just not bother; 'once a Hayden, always a Hayden', which absolutely levels Barbie because she knows how much immoral shit her terrible parents have done and she absolutely knows the shit they pulled with Lorelai.

•Barbie then tries to create a cozy and intimate promposal a couple years down the line, but her world is crushed when before she can invite Gloria, Louise lets her know (she doesn't know Barbie's crush and mentions it off-hand) with vicious glee that Richie (here portrayed as kind of a dick) slid off the condom when he was having sex with her, and Gloria is eight weeks months pregnant. "And she's Catholic with (Mexican slur) parents, so guess what's happening? (hums the Wedding March evilly)". Gloria is of course Honduran, but Louise is a racist you-know-what.

•Paris and her nanny's family support Gloria 100% and give her all the assistance and help she needs when her parents refuse to support her dream of going to the Rhode Island School of Design and make her marry Richie. She does get her RISD scholarship though and despite many challenges, including being a young mom and having to deal with her husband and her parents, graduates with honors with Sasha, Paris and Madeline and her nanny and their family looking on at her proudly, along with her sister and brother who bristle against their parent's traditional religious leanings.

•Her own dream of love with Gloria crushed, Barbie gets a full ride soccer scholarship to UNC-Chapel Hill and becomes a college soccer legend. The Haydens turn the screws to get Tristan in too and she's stuck with him a bit longer. Eventually though they break up in Barbie's sophomore year on still very friendly terms once Tristan realizes why Barbie both is averse to sex with him and that she was always in love with Gloria, and holds her secret. He marries Summer and the threesome (not in that way! Barbie says to anyone that asks) are a supportive trio with each other.

•Several years pass; Gloria is working in the design department at Hasbro in Pawtucket, but has gone through several things, including some parental and sibling strife where they want her to help more in Hartford, despite her life with Sasha in Providence. Just as the story starts, she's found out that Louise and Richie have had a long affair beneath her nose and she feels rightfully betrayed, but now completely lost. She also learns at the same time that much of her design work is being offshored to India and her hours are being cut by Hasbro (gotta show that Mattel support somehow!).

•Barbie's life seems great on the surface; she does nothing but win in the pros, is one of the brightest stars on the USWMT and has won the world's Ballon d'Or Féminin twice (it started in 2018 but for narrative purposes here it started earlier). But inside she's unfulfilled; her love life is spare with only a few short relationships here and there and she learns just before the 2019 Women's World Cup that though her eggs are viabl,e she is unable to conceive a child because of her bio family history including uterine cancer, something that devastates her deeply; the thing she was looking forward the most to eventually was raising a child, and of course Straub and Francine are on her to have one before they die, especially after Christopher landed in Club Fed after some tax evasion and insider trading.

•Barbie loves Gigi deeply and is on good terms with Sherrie, and all three loathe the grandparents for treating Gigi like crap as a 'bastard baby' they refuse to pass anything onto. Christopher has hated Barbie from the moment Francine brought her home and there is no love lost on Barbie's end either.

•After the WWC ends, Barbie decides to seek the assistance of a surrogate and after looking around for recommendations, soon remembers that her former classmate Paris is a fertility specialist who loves taking on big cases, and she knows she'd be happy to help out her former classmate. Yeah, Paris and Dynasty Makers are very happy to help her get knocked up in the surrogacy sense and treat her kindly.

•With work sucking deeply and Richie's child support contributions quickly declining as Louise hoovers up his income, Gloria finds herself in desperation mode, especially as her daughter is absolutely becoming the next Barbie Hayden herself and decimating every high school and SAYSO soccer team in Rhode Island, Connecticut and the Boston Metro. She wants to get Sasha on a competitive squad, because where they are now is a desert of competition, and Sasha doesn't want to be stuck in her prime pre-pro years playing the equivalent of rookie mode in FIFA in real life. •She catches up with Paris one day in New York, and without any prompting, the woman notices that Gloria's LinkedIn hasn't been updated lately and she wonders why. Gloria can't hide anything from her best friend and tells Paris about the Hasbro cutbacks and offshoring, along with how Sasha is starting to resent her for having to cut back on things and that she can't play prime soccer.

•Paris quickly realizes that there might be an opportunity there to not only help her best friend out by having her become a surrogate...but that the missed love of Gloria's life is on her roster and itching to have a child. Though she knows that having Gloria be Barbie's surrogate usually could never work, she feels that they're so distant now that whatever ethical concerns would usually exist would not in this situation. She goes over everything with her lawyer, who signs off on it with a couple of caveats that are minor and unlikely to come into play. She then brings up the opportunity to Gloria and promises to pay her well. "Trust me," she tells Gloria, "this woman will walk on water for what you're doing for her."

•Gloria expects the income she'll get by subletting her womb will be good for a year...she's soon surprised to discover that she's being paid seven digits by the mother-to-be. She's not refusing that figure; she's all in (duh).

•The contract is drawn up; Barbie wants the mother to be in the picture and known, but does not want to know her until the pregnancy is viable (along with anyone else knowing). She also sets up other things such as her caretaking service and such, and signs a deal to move on from the North Carolina Courage as her pro team to Gotham FC so she can stay close to the New York metro. Her eggs are extracted and much care is taken. Father is a complete unknown to everyone, including Paris, outside them being from the general region of Western Michigan, a graduate of Michigan State and with a healthy lineage, and his name is Alan. 🤷🏽‍♀️

•Gloria adjusts her own life around the surrogacy; she moves back to the Hartford area and Paris decides to pay Sasha's way through high school and college as a favor to her BFF and both Gloria and Paris are proud when she easily makes the Chilton soccer team, and boldly chooses to take Barbie's #9 jersey number for her own (both Chilton and UNC had been ready to retire it after her first WWC win but Barbie declined saying that 'someone greater in the future' should thrive wearing her number). Gloria is shocked, but not surprised, as despite her unsure feelings about Barbie and her high school years, she is Barbie's biggest fan on the pitch and attended multiple WWC and woso pro matches because of her daughter's love for her favorite player (and maybe she does appreciate a tall leggy blonde who did want her? After she kicked out Richie she's reconsidering where her feelings had been in 2008...) •Of course, Barbie hears the news of the jersey choice/Sasha coming to Chilton from Madeline; she is so excited, but also at the same time, fearful of doing more than a press release acknowledgment as she is sure Gloria still hates her. Thankfully there's still a few months until the season starts so there's no need to acknowledge anything before then.

•The first IVF attempt for Gloria is made in December, which doesn't work out (Barbie has ten eggs, so plenty of shots). The second shot is made in January, and Gloria really hopes this one takes because the emotional wallop was much deeper than she thought she'd experience as she begins the process of nesting for the next few months.

•Then complications having nothing to do with them arise; that certain virus starts up, and Paris had to close the practice to all but existing cases out of caution, and is not doing any new IVF procedures; she refuses to be the cause of any new infections and deaths. Gloria walks into the practice the first week of March and it's so odd to see her best friend of so long in full surgical dress and PPE, but she damned well understands that Paris will not get her sick.

•The appointment in fact starts with about a half-hour of conversation and promises that the woman Gloria is the surrogate for has been paranoid herself and isolated herself out of fear of catching COVID in any manner. "I think she's taken more precautions than I did and I'm in a full ass Intel cleanroom suit here and she said if you get sick at all, especially from her hand, she will loathe herself for the rest of her life." Gloria tries to assure Paris she's good, but "I mean it Espie, you picked out someone who really cares about health; when she blew out her ACL a few years back she changed her entire fucking medical staff because they missed a hairline fracture Callie Torres wouldn't have been able to discern." •It's a successful embryo in the end and Gloria is seven weeks pregnant, and the meet-up of surrogate with future mom is setup for two days later. However, the day before, Paris calls her in a panic, just as Rudy Gobert's positive test rumbles through the world. Chilton has shut down itself and immediately cancelled its entire spring sports season. Gloria now not only has to deal with surrogacy during a pandemic, but a devastated daughter who just lost her entire freshman year of eligibility, with her sophomore year at risk depending on how this all shakes out."

•"She doesn't want you to lose the baby or put yourself into danger, Glor, and I've settled things with the headmaster, but I know this isn't blowing over. My friend Honor has a house in Old Greenwich she won't be using and it has a good-sized lawn so Sasha can stay in practice, but the mom...I know it's not normal–" "We'll be living together." "Yeah. I know you–" "Paris, my mortgage and car is being paid off and I've made it clear, all in. I'm not leaving her high and dry, and I want her to know her kid's healthy 24/7. Not arguing this, tell her we're in this together." •And then the next day, Gloria meets the mother...and it turns out to be Barbie. She's in complete shock.

•But not as much as Barbie, who had expected some boring housewife from Long Island, not the lost love of her life. Her entire being is shook as she takes in both the woman she had never lost her fire for through high school and college and into her fulfilling pro/national career, and who she had thought she'd never see again because of their different worlds. She thinks Gloria hates her, but the woman doesn't speak. She's thrown back, stunned, and cries because of fate and Paris working their way to reunite them. •She then asks Gloria where Richie is. "Probably inside some bimbo in Cinci; haven't talked to him in six years." "OK, so you have a boyfriend, right?" "No, but I'm sure you do." Barbie pauses. "I...I don't. I'm on my own here, I want a child, but I can't have one myself, so I went to Dr. G. And apparently my egg is gestating within your womb." "And the soccer season I guess is delayed?" "If you're worried you're losing anything, my endorsements will hold, I'll be okay, Gloria, I'm not leaving you high and dry."

"I'm worried about Sasha though–" "Shit, oh God. Yeah, me too, I was looking forward to handing her the #9 myself!" Barbie realizes then what was to happen (her caretakers checking in here and there while she played pro and maybe some time with the surrogate here and there)...well now she's going to be living with Gloria for an indeterminate period of time. And though she knows Sasha will worship the grass she treads upon on, at the end of the day she's a surly teenager stuck inside for who knows how long with her uncool mom and her chosen trajectory on pause.

Never mind the 'mother of my child' thing where Gloria is more beautiful than ever and she already broke several commandments when she still thought about Gloria pregnant in so many wrong ways despite Richie and Gloria not believing she was wanted by the school's it girl. But this time he's nowhere to found and Louise Grant isn't ruining a damned thing between them.

And Gloria is questioning her entire being now knowing what seemed like an easy way to make some money is now going to make her face some hard truths about herself and how she regarded a girl who seemed out of reach, but she will now know in a manner most women would never know, even as friends.

There they will be in a house they never expected to be in, together, and having to learn to tolerate each other...

...maybe even love? Eventually? •Oh yeah, Paris has her own romatic history, of course; Asher and Doyle happened but she dumped the latter after Yale, conquered all, no children and just as she's about to take on her biggest challenge in her career in her BFF being a surrogate for the woso equivalent of George Best, her longtime partner in Dynasty Makers, Marissa Barbosa, who she in jest calls 'Madame President' because she's the president of the ASRM, has begun hinting that she might want to take their professional relationship to another level.

Marissa also knew Barbie in college at UNC as an instructor when she minored in sports medicine and helped Paris and Marissa meet in the first place. So Paris has kinda been finding the beautiful and funny Black woman to be so out of reach herself like Barbie was to Gloria, not thinking anyone would want her cute neurotic ass; she was shocked the tall woman can handle her loud and clear kvetching about the certain people currently in Washington, like about how 'Brett Kavanaugh is a mealy-mouthed fuckwit' and 'That mop-haired rodeo clown and his uppity bitch daughter are gonna run birth in America off a fucking cliff'...and found it funny and cute 'and she gets close to me and oh my God does she smell good and her hands feel so slender she's so perfect...'

But now with the pandemic forcing the women back to their roots helping out wherever they'd be called in Greater New York to assist in any way with the pandemic, be it an ER or field hospital, Paris and Marissa will be confronting their own mortality, and that they may have stumbled into much more than a business and partnership together.

Four women, Barbie and Gloria, Paris and Marissa. A surrogate pregnancy. A pandemic. A teenager. Living together through a reality they never expected. Falling for your mentor.

This Barbie Loves, Plays Hard, And Yearns. This Gloria Is Open And Reconsidering. This Paris Bit Off a Lot More Than She Could Chew. This President Loves Her Protege. This Sasha Just Wants to Play Soccer and Have a Baby Sister, Geeze the Drama Mom Uggh Don't Roll Your Eyes at Me, Dr. Gellar I Will Outdo You, Grandma!

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hey 💜💜 wondering if you could write something where Damian and reader have been trying to have a baby for so long, and they've done all the treatments, but nothing ever worked, so they’ve stopped "trying". And then she ends up pregnant randomly, and her gift to him on Christmas is a positive test or a cute onesie or whatever, and it takes him a minute to actually believe her 💜💜

i love this request so much! working on it!

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️mention of infertility, pregnancy, pregnancy sickness, a little angst, mention of smut, fluff and comfort‼️

early christmas present

one year and a half.

one year and a half of you and damian trying to have a family together. one year and a half of you going from doctor to doctor, clinic to clinic and changing different treatments and yet nothing ever happened.

maybe it wasn’t meant to be. maybe you and damian weren’t fit to be parents and this was the sign. maybe it wasn’t meant for you to be a mother in this lifetime, no matter how much you wanted to be.

and you spent a year and a half blaming yourself. you reached to a point where you tried to break up with damian, saying how he deserved someone who could give him a family.

he thought you were crazy when you said that. he loved you so much and the idea of losing you was killing him, so, after a lot of therapy sessions, sleepless nights crying in each other’s arms, you came to the conclusion that it wasn’t really meant to be and that there was nothing you could do about it.

the idea of being infertile never crossed your mind so it was a big shock to you but as time passed by, you learned how to live with that and instead of focusing on the bad things, you took your life back.

a few people in the company knew or more - heard - about you and damian not being able to have kids and tried to suggest you many different options, from adoption to surrogacy but even if they seemed having good intentions, it pain you to know that your own problems became public domain.

you and damian lived your life. he promised to stay by your side and he did. he knew how much you wanted this and he was hurting at the idea of you feeling like it was your fault.

you found strength to take your mind off of that and focusing on different things. helping damian training, having dates like it was your first time together, spending much needed time in each other’s company. all the little things you loved that felt lost a year ago.

passionate nights with damian, him reminding you how much he loved you and appreciated you. you felt like yourself again and you got used of being just you and him, even if it meant for the rest of your life.

about a week ago you got sick. thinking it was just a normal cold, you let it go. but it got worse when the delicious smell of fresh bread and coffee became unbearable for you and got you nauseous every single morning.

“stomach issues again?” damian softly asked when he saw the disgust painted on your face.

“i think so…it smells so bad damian” you tried to joke when damian backed off so he could drink his coffee without making you feel worse.

“do you want me to make you something else? eggs? bacon? pancakes? anything you like?” he was so caring with you but the idea of eating made you even sicker.

“i feel like i could throw up the whole menu” you said making him laugh “i booked an appointment for today, i’m having a check up, maybe i got some virus or something…nothing too serious” you tried to remain calm but the idea of being sick for so long made you worry.

“i wish i could come with you but i promised rhea i would help her train…let me call her so i can come with you” he was about to pick up the phone but you stopped him.

“it’s not necessary damian, i promise” you smiled “she needs you, i’ll see you later on tonight” he knew that you wouldn’t have let him ditch rhea for a simple check up and he knew that no matter what he said, you wouldn’t let him come.

he nodded, moving the coffee away so he could properly kiss you before you left the house.

a couple of hours later and you were sitting in your car, watching the people passing by as you were trying to elaborate what the doctor just told you.

you weren’t sick - you were pregnant.

you were pretty sure it was impossible for you but all the tests the doctor ran turned positive.

how?

when?

your mind was racing and you couldn’t stop the million thoughts that were going through it.

sure, you and damian stopped having sex with condoms when you were trying to have a baby and when you learned that you couldn’t have kids you never really cared about safe sex anyway.

but how did it happen if you were infertile?

the doctor didn’t have a proper answer and he already scheduled some appointments to keep you checked, saying that it was almost a miracle.

right now, you were thinking about damian.

how were you going to tell him?

many ideas crossed your mind. from a mug with “best dad”, to a small t-shirt or maybe even a teddy bear.

you wanted to make this special for him too so when you crossed a shoe store on your drive back home, you decided to stop and get some inspiration. immediately your eyes fell upon a baby version of the black nike sneakers he had and you thought it was going to be an awesome gift.

your baby wasn’t even born and yet you were buying matching shoes for them and damian. while wrapping the box, the sale assistant smiled at you, unconsciously knowing that you had in mind.

you couldn’t contain your excitement and enthusiasm so you tried to speed back home.

too much surprise damian was already back and he was watching something show when you entered the front door.

his eyes immediately fell upon you, remembering you had the visit that morning.

“hey mi amor” he smiled “how are you? feeling better? what did the doctor say?” thousands of questions immediately echoed in the room, making you chuckle.

“one question at a time damian” you smiled sitting next to him on the couch “i’m feeling better, thanks, and the doctor gave me an explanation on why i keep getting sick, especially in the morning” you tried not to be so excited but it was hard.

“so?” damian was worried. he couldn’t understand why you were so happy and smiley.

instead of giving him an answer, you took the box right out of your bag and gave it to him “let say this is an early christmas present…and also the reason on why i’m always so sick” you watched him look between you and the box “come on, open it” you smiled.

damian carefully opened the small box and for a moment his heart stopped.

mini shoes? he wasn’t understanding.

and then it clicked.

“what? how? is this real?” his eyes moved between your now teary eyes and the little shoes he was holding in his hands “is it real?”

you nodded, not being able to find enough words.

“we’re gonna be parents?” he asked, now fully already knowing the answer.

“yes…” your voice broke a little but the joy filling the room was worth all of the tears you were shedding.

“this is the best gift i could ever ask for” he wrapped you in his arms and held you as you both cried of joy.

“i already booked the next appointments. the doctor wants to run some more tests and try to understand how i actually got pregnant…and we have an ultrasound appointment in a week too…we’re gonna see the baby soon” you cried onto damian’s shoulder.

“fuck, i love you so much mi amor” he quickly wiped off his tears before softly kiss your lips “and i can’t believe you got us matching shoes” he bursted out laughing.

“i can’t wait to get you matching clothes, matching pjs, matching socks, everything gonna be matching” you joked, making him even happier.

damian’s hand went over your belly “i can’t wait to meet you baby…” he softly spoke making your heart warm “you are already so loved…we love you so much, mama and papa…i can’t believe i’m saying this” he was still high on emotions and you couldn’t blame him.

maybe it really was a christmas miracle.

[djuvlipen]

every once in a while i get a message like "wow i can't believe you enjoy [media with a man in it]. so much for feminism. 🙄🙄 get blocked you mra" and it's like man i wrote a whole master's degree dissertation on the struggles romani women faced during wwii. i write academic articles and i attend academic conferences to talk about this. i've been volunteering in a romani rights organization that focuses on securing romani girls' access to education once a week every week for the past two years. i give yearly to a radical feminist organization in my country. i attend female-only radfem and lesbian radfem events about once a month. atp my entire life revolves around activism because i'm also in charge of a (left-wing) political party's youth section in my city where, guess what, i've been mostly doing stuff to support women too. like recently i drafted a whole paper for the upcoming congress to push people to support abolishing surrogacy and i've been trying to organize a conference about abolishing prostitution with radfem abolition groups and just yesterday i was editing a political training on feminism to remove the tra stuff. and on top of that i've been supporting the bds movement and trying my hardest for the past few years to get my carbon footprint to the lowest it can be and to stick as much as i can to a vegan diet (which is not always that easy considering i'm always broke as fuck and i've had to rely on food donations where i can't really decide what goes in the bucket). i don't really talk about that stuff because i don't want to sound like i have a "holier than thou" mentality and because i don't want to be serious all the time but also what more do you guys fucking want from me. and like i'm sorry that i like the wonka movie so much but also what have you been doing for womens rights. anyway

[naanima]

I was meant to be working on my Daniel Fest fic, but this took over my brain, and I wrote it in a haze of frenzy this evening. NOT BETA read. I'm gonna edit this before the end of the year and post it to Ao3. BUT AFTER my Daniel Fest fic dammit.

2.1k words. Daniel wants a baby. He just needs an alpha to fulfil that. Doesn't mean they need to know they are contributing to the next generation of Ricciardo greatness.

EXPLICIT. Sex. Lots of OMEGAVERSE sex.

This is UNHINGED, morally wrong, but I'd argue FICTIONALLY delicious. Maxiel Omega verse. Post 2024 F1 season.

BABY FEVER

He had stopped taking his suppressants back in October, had gone through an insane heat with Heidi that lasted three days, and had his last Depo injection in November. Everyone he knew seemed to be having babies (Scotty couldn't stop holding his baby daughter in his arms, Daniel was so happy for him. Max couldn't stop smiling when talking about the baby Verstappen that was on the way, Daniel wanted to smash his fist through the fucking plasterboard or maybe drop a toaster in the fucking bathtub while he was taking a bath in it).

Maybe it was because he finally had time, or maybe it was because of his biological clock ticking down, or hell, maybe it was the desire to love something unconditionally, he realised that he wanted to have a kid of his own. So he had broached it with Heidi. And well.

("I love you but I don't want children").

So, he was single now, and his next heat in late Feb was going to be rough. He could get through it alone, or he could hire one of the discrete services. But he didn't want either option. He wanted to get fucked deep and hard till he was a crying mindless mess. But that was something future Daniel had to figure out, because now Daniel was a sad fucking sack who decided to spend a week alone in his LA house to mope about the end of his relationship, eat too much junk food and went shitty movies.

He did not expect to go on a research spiral. He looked at surrogacy options, looked at sperm banks, went in for appointments with agencies, and left them emotionally drained and cold. He went home and read all the reading materials they provided him, and after drinking a bottle of his own wine, he had woken up the following morning hungover and with the realisation that fuck, he wanted to carry the baby himself. Sure, he still thinks babies are like the chest-bursters from the "Alien" movies, and that they are like parasites who alter the carrier's brain chemistry and that they couldn't help themselves but love them. But Daniel wanted a baby of his own, a life that he could carry for nine months under his heart, and he wanted to get there by choosing someone he thought would be a great dad.

He ignored the whole lack of a father for his hypothetical future kid for several days before the insomnia and his stressed out brain said enough. He knew who he wanted as the father of his kid, fuck, he had always known he wanted more, but internalised homophobia was a bitch (his therapist explained it to him, thank you Catholicism and the patriarchy, fucking hurrah), and by the time he figured it out, well, Max was already in a commited relationship with Kelly. So Daniel had chickened out and gotten back together with Heidi.

And now. Well, now Max was having a baby with Kelly, and Daniel was fucking alone in LA wanting Max Verstappen to fuck a baby into him. And. Wait. Well. No Daniel, that would be bad, it would be immoral, it would be a fucking shitty thing to do to a friend. And just no.

Except. Daniel wanted it badly. And Daniel Ricciardo always tried everything he could to get what he wanted.

…

He was sweating, and he felt like he was breathing through thick honeyed molasses, and he could still stop this now. Could call Max and tell him he was feeling sick, to not come to his apartment for their catch up today. And then he could crawl into bed and fuck himself with his knot dildo. But fuck, he had planned this, timed his cycle down to the fucking hour, had flown to Monaco with a low heat fever because he had to make sure that Max didn't have time to think, to be suspicious, to not want Daniel. He prayed that Max still wanted him, sure, not to be in a relationship with, but still wanted to fuck him.

He was pretty confident that Max did.

If he was a better man he would be feeling guilt about trying to bang Max, a man in a long-term relationship. But fuck, Daniel was not a better man, nobody that lasted in F1 was a good person. Kelly would have Max for the rest of her life, Daniel was only going to have Max for one day. And fuck, it wasn't as if Max didn't fuck other people with Kelly's knowledge. Daniel would just end up being an omega Max fucked once.

And god, he was leaking, slick sliding down his thighs. And god he needed something in him n-

“Daniel, where are you?”

And shit, fuck, Max’s finger print was registered to his Monaco apartment because Daniel trusted Max. He could hear Max moving across the apartment, he was getting closer, Daniel could smell Max's scent - the salt of ocean breeze and ozone.

“Dani -” Max rounded the corner and stopped, face lax in surprise at the sight that Daniel must be making. He could see Max’s brain kicking in even as he took a deep breath of the air. Daniel’s scent must be overwhelming, burnt caramel and honey. It must be overwhelming and sickening.

“Daniel, you are in heat”, Max said, voice croaky, hands curled into fists at his side. But he wasn't leaving, he was watching Daniel sprawled over the couch, swamped in sweat and taking gasping breath as he tried to not pull his shorts down and fuck his fingers into his hole.

“Max,” Daniel whined, one hand grasping his cock through his shorts, and one hand running his right pec. “Please.”

And Max, his pupils were blown wide, the inky blackness eating away at the blue of his iris. Max's scent had become stronger, permeating the air, salty air and scorched earth, and Daniel felt saliva build up in his mouth, as his body produced more slick. Max's eyes flicked down to Daniel's splayed legs, the gap between his thighs. His eyes looked at Daniel with concentration, and Daniel could see him connecting the dots.

“You planned this.” Max didn't sound angry. Didn't sound particularly like anything. Just self contained and in control.

“Well.” And Daniel was ready for this, “I'm too chicken shit to do it otherwise.” He swallowed the buildup of saliva in his mouth, felt the dryness of his throat. “One time deal Maxy. No strings attached.” Well, except the bun in the oven, but Max wasn't going to ever find out about that.

Max closed his eyes, took a deep breath and after several seconds opened them. And yep, there was Max Verstappen, four time world champion, seeing any vulnerability and taking it. He stalked over to Daniel, leaned down, one large hand grabbed him by the chin and forced Daniel to look into his eyes.

“Daniel, we are going to have a talk about this after your heat. You are very lucky I like you, and that Kelly doesn't mind that I,” Max paused, face scrunched as he searched for the correct word. “That I am a person who likes helping a close friend when they are in need.” And fuck that shit, fuck Kelly and her fucking permission. Daniel didn't want her here, not even in thought.

He grabbed Max by the head and pulled him down for a kiss. Max let him, his mouth hot and slick, he made the kiss deeper and filthier with tongue. Daniel groaned into the kiss, whimpered as Max pulled back. Max smirked, the bastard,

“Get up Daniel, we are not having sex on your couch. Your back would not be happy.”

And Daniel got up.

…

Daniel wasn't sure about other omegas’ heat. But for him, it always felt like he had no control, that he was moving through thick humid air and the only break, the only air and water that could cool him was an alpha's touch. And Max was the best relief for Daniel's thirst.

Max’s hands were around thighs, pushing them wide as he ate him out. Tongue licked around his slick leaking hole, sucking on the rim, swallowing Daniel's slick down. It was so fucking good, but Daniel needed more.

“Max I need -” Daniel cut off in a guttural groan as Max pushed three fingers into his gushing hole next to his tongue. Max pushed in and out with all three fingers, and without warning spread them wide, stretching Daniel's hole wide. And Daniel’s body locked as he came with a shout.

He might have blacked out a bit, when he was next aware, Max was kissing him, he could taste his own slick on Max’s tongue - sweet caramel and honey, covered by Max’s strong ozone and salt. One of Max’s hands was wrapped around his jaw as he fucked Daniel's mouth with his tongue. He felt Max’s other hand push his left thigh wide, and Max’s hot wet cock rub between his spread thighs. Slow roll of his hips, their wet cocks sliding against each other. And then Max shifted his hips till his cock was against Daniel's entrance, Max paused in gnawing at Daniel's lips, pushed his tongue into Daniel’s mouth for a deep kiss, and without warning fucked his wet dick into Daniel in one long push.

Daniel mewled at Max’s unrelenting push, the slight burn as he was opened up by Max’s cock.

“Daniel, baby, you are so good,” Max groaned into his ears as he pulled out of Daniel and fucked back in. Daniel couldn't say anything, just let out open mouthed wet shuddering gasps as Max fucked him. His cock felt huge, grinding Daniel's inside until Daniel felt like he was made for Max, a hole made for Max's cock to fuck.

“Daniel, god, I wanted to do this for so long. Fuck. Baby.” Max let out a deep groan as he pushed his cock back in hard, his knot flaring as he pulled back, and Daniel whimpered at the tight pull of Max’s knot on his rim. He knew he was crying, that he was taking short gasping breaths as Max fucked back in, his knot made Daniel a drooling omega who needed to be breed by their alpha. And Daniel came, body tightening around Max's knot, come spilled out of his cock, and slick gushed out of his hole.

Max gritted his teeth at Daniel's body tightening around his cock, he pushed in, ground his cock against the tight softness of Daniel's inside, and came with a deep moan. His come filled Daniel to the brim, Daniel felt his belly swell with the amount of come.

He was happy, why did he wait so long for this.

…

The next twelve hours was spent fucking in between short naps and easy to consume snacks and sport drinks. Daniel lost count of all the ways Max fucked him with his fingers, his tongue and his cock. He had fallen unconscious in the middle of Max fucking him on his stomach only to wake up with Max fucking him on his back. Max had to hold him up against the wall of his shower as he fucked his dick into Daniel's red and wet hole because Daniel didn't have enough strength to stand on his shaky legs.

It was late evening before Daniel felt his heat dissipate.

Max had carried Daniel to the guestroom because the bedroom was a mess that needed a deep clean sometime in the future. Daniel let his body sink into the cool sheets, he felt the bed drip as Max laid down next to him.

He knew Max wanted to talk, but that's tomorrow's agenda. Daniel did not have the capacity for an landmine of a conversation where he was gonna have to lie through his teeth about his feelings for Max, and why he chose to fuck Max now. He moved his hand to his still flat stomach, but Daniel knew in four or five months time there would be a bump there. And the baby was going to be beautiful, Daniel was going to love it unconditionally, and he was going to do everything in his power to protect it, to nurture it so that it could face the world with strength and joy.

Max had a life with Kelly and her daughter, and soon there will be a baby Verstappen for Max to finally have the family of his dreams. And Daniel wasn't part of that, would never be part of that. He would be a footnote in Max’s biography, and Daniel was at peace with that.

Daniel would have a baby of his own, a baby that would never know Max Verstappen was his father.

[blond3ang3l]

You're writing for The Boys now? Well hot dog! Can we get something good to start off with Butcher?

Butcher the of my life. He is so damn fine

Butcher headcanons

He is the absolute biggest lover out of everyone imo, like he is completely obsessed with you and makes you his number one priority

He wants to have his little family, he already had one ruined so his dream is to have one with you. One where he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Adoption, surrogacy, he doesn’t care. He just can’t wait to have kids with you

You BEG him to do those couple tik toks with him. He refuses damn therw every time. BUT he did agree to do the one to the Sabrina carpenter song where he easily lifted you on to his shoulder

Often comes home all bloody and leads to you fussing at him and he finds it the most loving thing in the world. He doesn’t see nagging as nagging, he just sees it as you loving him

Loves watching shitty horror movies with you. Movies that are so bad they are good. You get on his ass for it but he can’t help it. Cheesey shit is his favorite.

He is so thick😣, like it’s insane. He’s a big man on the outside but when he drops them pants omg. Damn there breaks you in half the first time

He’s nasty when he talks. All in your ear, your legs pressed against your chest, and he’s just telling you how much of a whore you look like under him. He loves seeing the reactions you give when he slips in degradation between his many praises

Refuses to let you ride him, he likes to put in that WORK. In his mind he provides everything, and that includes making you cum over and over for him. While he can do that while you ride him he prefers to have you missionary so he can see how teary eyed and dazed you get.

He’s mean some nights and it’s the hottest thing ever. The man is pent up from constantly taking charge of everyone and some nights before you even know it he’s got you pinned against him in basically a headlock while bullies his cock into you

Loves having your legs thrown over his shoulders. Always has you get your toes done because how often he does. He loves planting kisses against ankle while he’s fucking you. Small acts of intimacy.

Fucks you whenever you wear one of his god awful Hawaiian shirts. He loves seeing his clothes on you

Side note I did not mean to post this the first time!!

[maidragoste]

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Clarification: Reader is Velaryon because she is the daughter of Laenor and Joffrey. I leave open the possibility that she is their adoptive daughter or that she is Laenor's biological daughter that they had by surrogacy. I leave this open with the intention that the Reader be as inclusive as possible.

Summary: After the disastrous divorce between Aemond Targaryen and Y/n Velaryon the twins Baelon and Aemon were separated. Each was raised by one of their parents. Baelon was raised by his father while Aemon was raised by his mother. Years later they both meet at a summer camp and discover the existence of the other. The twins realize that there are many secrets in their family, eager to discover their past, they put together a plan to deceive their parents.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Answering questions, headcanons, etc

Is the Valeryon!Reader in Parent Trap AU is a fashion designer too like the mom in the movie ?

In parent trap au reader and Aegon have kid together?

What's the relationship between Aegon and Y/n?

Will the reader be able to notice that it's not Aemon?

Does Aegon's family know about Joff? Or who is his mom?

what happen for them to have to separate the twins

Aegon and Reader's first Christmas after the divorce with Aemond

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[gynoids-over-androids]

An activist from SCUM, a French radfem activist group, crashed the red carpet at the Cannes festival to call-out surrogacy, often used and promoted by movie stars.

Btw she's the same one who did a similar act last year.

[brotherwtf]

Could you please write something about clegan domestic au? Or like.. maybe clegan as parents headcanons

yes I can anon 🫡 clegan domesticity my beloved actually

might actually write a small drabble of clegan just being domestic and cute, you know, for my health but have some clegan parents hcs!!

I hc that Gale is pretty reluctant about having kids at first, he's so nervous that he's going to turn out like his father and be a horrible dad or his kids are going to hate him, so he's hesitant when John suggests adopting kids

John of course, really really wants kids. He's always been good with them, loves to play pretend with them and be silly and goofy with them, just so badly wants to be a father, but he's willing to take it slowly for Gale's sake, tries not to bring it up too often and when he does he lets Gale strike it down if he thinks he's still not ready

eventually, Gale has a heart to heart with himself and decides that he's ready to try being a father, he's willing to try for John

John of course is ecstatic, starts researching adoption or surrogacy or anything so that they can have a child together

they decide on finding a surrogate mother, I have a sweet hc that it's Marge who decides she wants to help her best friend have a child, and John is so so excited that they are going to have a child of their very own, one that's actually theirs, and Gale shares the excitement but he's also just so nervous about the entire thing

Gale stays by Marges side the entire pregnancy, wanting to protect her and their children, Marge has to push Gale away from her because he's getting a little clingy, but John just says it's because Gales ready to be a father

and when Marge gives birth it's to a lovely baby girl, one with John's dark curls and Gales piercing blue eyes and it's the most beautiful thing they have ever seen before

Gale and John both cry somehow more than the baby or Marge and you just KNOW that that girl is spoiled to all hell

Gale is very much a worrier, wants her to be as safe as possible while John's just throwing her around and lifting her up whenever he wants, but don't take this as Gale being the boring parent because as soon as she can walk Gale's chasing after her in their backyard, scooping her up and presses kisses into her belly while she screams with laughter

they huddle in front of the couch together and watch movies, eating pizza and candy because that's what their daughter wanted for dinner and okay, they can do that for one night

Gale and John love and support her in any way possible, and she always brags about how cool her dads are to her friends :))

lmk if y'all want any more hcs for this!!! clegan being parents is so near and dear to me actually

[interstellarclark]

Best Laid Plans (49001 words) by InterstellarClark Chapters: 6/17 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Emma Frost, Raven | Mystique, Magda (X-Men) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Surrogacy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Still Have Powers, Falling In Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Honestly Charles What Are You Thinking | Charles Xavier's Poor Decision Making Skills, Charles Xavier has a Ph.D in Adorable, Erik Logic Is The Best Logic, Erik Has Feelings, he's also a moron, Miscommunication, truly just two people who cannot communicate their feelings if their lives depended on it, slight breeding kink the author is very sorry (no she's not), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Nesting, Erik is Crushing Harder than a 12-year Old Girl Summary: Alpha Erik is tired of waiting for the right person to settle down with, he’s ready to be a father and have a family again. Omega Charles has lost everything, his inheritance, his job at Columbia, and needs a next step. Both of them turn to Stark Surrogacy, hoping they can find a future.

Here's my silly little mpreg fic I've been working on :) would love if you'd check it out.

[gabrielokun]

[wannabepapa]

I see you’ve been reboggling a lot of old asks from me which has also gotten my brain juice flowin like

Lately I’ve been thinking about roommates who bond over a pregnancy. A one night stand or a surrogacy, doesn’t really matter, all we care about are the roomies who are now stuck in this fun situation of finding a new groove. Bonus points if the pregnant one gets big and uncomfy quick, leading to far far more late night rendezvouses.

The way I picture it, it starts with your typical incredibly awkward “I gotta come clean about something” scenario, with roomie B expecting a broken appliance or a forgetting power bill, but certainly not a pregnancy! Then as roomie A grows, they get needy, which sends roomie B into overdrive. Late night pizza runs become a regular occurrence, waking up way too early to hold their roommates hair, sitting up at night cause roomie A thinks they felt a kick and wants witnesses.

Then break happens, they go home, and when roomie A comes back they’re HUGE, which changes everything. Suddenly they need so much more to be comfy, and roomie B begins to realize just how much they like being there for their pal. They spend all afternoon at school just to come home and both collapse into the same twin bed, using the other bedroom as storage because who needs it? Sharing is caring after all. Roomie B is there to hold roomie A when they’re sobbing at a ghibli film or some advertisement about sad animals, they’re there to help with anything academic or physical, they’re driving their expectant buddy to and from appointments now that they’ve outgrown the drivers seat.

Bajshxjhshxhs it is 5 am and this ask is ridiculously long winded but I am tired and sappy and obsessed with this idea and thought you’d like it okie bye

uh hello???????? you have left this beauty of an ask in my inbox?????? Marin i am kissing your forehead right now.

roommate B has had nothing but terrible experiences with past roommates so when A comes to confess something they brace themselves for a problem. it's expected, especially when A looks anxious and worried before spilling the secret. the last thing that B would have ever expected was to be living with someone who was going to have a baby. they don't hate babies but they never hung out with people who had children of their own. it was going to be a learning curve to say the least.

the roommates were never close in the beginning, keeping to themselves as they had only recently roomed together but now they find themselves in each other's space. A has asked for help in the morning because the nausea makes it tough to function early in the morning so B is on kitchen duty. B tends to do a lot of the clean up now to give their roomie a break in the first trimester. it's only fair that someone does the bulk of the housework when A is creating a whole person over the course of nine months!

B is also in this weird "I'm not the parent of this child but I feel responsible for A and this child" state of mind that is confusing to them. they don't know why their brain has latched onto being the caretaker for a pregnant person but whatever A asks for, they get. A is feeling cold and wants to borrow a blanket? it's put in the dryer so it's extra warm. it's two am and they have an intense craving for pizza, but only the pizza at this shop that is an hour away? yeah just let B get dressed and get coffee in them before they take the drive. they don't want to be sitting alone at their doctor's appointment and want moral support? of course B will be driving them to and from every appointment now so they don't have to be alone. A meekly knocks on the bedroom door and says the baby needs a cuddle? get in under the covers and pick a movie! it's this perfectly platonic relationship that both just don't acknowledge but now all of their family and friends wonder if they're dating.

when they have to go home for their respective holidays there are definitely tears shed by A. it's seventy-five percent hormones and twenty-five percent not wanting to be away from B for weeks on end. they're ending their second trimester right now and terribly needy. the roomies have forgone sticking to each other's rooms to alternating every few days—it's become their routine. A also worries that something catastrophic will happen and B will force them to move out which B shuts down immediately. they're stuck with each other now whether they liked it or not. this comfortable thing the roomies have with each other is too precious to B for it to ever cross their mind to end it. A has become more than a friend, they've become a companion that has made their days more exciting ever since they got close. it isn't long after A is dropped off at the airport (with more tears shed) and B not even out of the parking structure that a text is sent that reads "we already miss you :c"

they talk every day of the break. A leaves no details of the crazy antics sprinkle (the baby has a thing for funfetti cake and B said they were probably a sprinkle now so it stuck) has been up to and complaining how cold it was where their family lives. they've sent many a selfie where they were hidden under piles of blankets or bundled up in multiple layers of warm clothes with a pouty lip and silly quip about how nobody does the dryer trick here like B does. it's too cute for B to handle. the weeks drag on for eternity to their dismay, their mind straying to how their gravid friend was doing.

to make matters worse A was stuck for an extra week due to a surprise blizzard that grounded all planes going in and out of the state. that was nearly a month apart and it drove B mad. too much time has been spent away from A and there was going to be hell to pay if this new flight would be canceled. if they were stuck any longer with their parents A wouldn't be cleared to fly, leaving them with no other choice but driving hours back down. B would have gone up there themselves to bring A back if it was necessary but to their happiness there were no cancelations and A was in route back home. B couldn't pick them up—work had switched schedules without asking—so they sent a friend to go to the airport for pick up. luckily A would already be home by the time B was off work so they wouldn't be alone in the house for long.

B never considered how fast someone grew in their final months of pregnancy. A's clothes still hide the bump before they left. now, walking into the apartment, B could do nothing except stare at their roommate. A hadn't grown, but popped in the last month since they were apart! there was an undeniable swell that tented A's shirt, their stance wider as they waddled to the door to greet B with a watery grin. the bump is pressed between them which makes it impossible to really hug while making it hard for B to not plaster their hands on the belly. the baby takes the opportune moment to shift between them as they were clearly unhappy about being squished. A chuckles at the movement but B is completely losing it.

after that they don't really stay apart for long. they're very, very close to one another at every second of the day just to revel in the fact that the baby will be born soon. A likes to complain about the pains from the movements of the nugget but they will actually miss it. B, however, has made it loud and clear how they'll miss being able to cuddle up with the belly and feel the nugget move. though both are equally excited to meet the little kicker that they've been waiting nearly ten months to hold.

[numinousmysteries]

Legacy

This goes AU post-Je Souhaite. Kind of an expansion of what I was exploring in this post on how Mulder and Scully could have had a satisfying ending without children.

[on Ao3] @today-in-fic

I.

Mulder told her to never give up on a miracle. He was right in the end although their miracle wasn’t a child but something far more rare: Two discordant souls coming together to create a union stronger than the sum of its parts.

Once in a Los Angeles hotel room, champagne bubbles fizzing in her mind, Scully whispered in his ear, “I wish we could make a baby this way.”

He froze. He was on top of her, buried deep inside her, his body enveloping hers, and his abrupt pause made her gasp.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean—”

“Shh,” he soothed her. Shifting to balance on one hand, he used the other to tuck a shock of auburn hair behind her ear. “I wish we could, too.”

She tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. He kissed her hard and started moving within her again. If yearning and conviction were strong enough to overcome biological reality, they would have easily sparked life on that plush king bed with its 1,000-thread count sheets. Alas, science defeated faith. She cringed at the irony of wishing for a different outcome, and hoped he wouldn't blame her for not believing enough.

Arriving at the hotel room after midnight and tipsier than either of them had been in years, they neglected to close the blackout curtains. The harsh sunlight woke her far too early the next morning. A pounding in her head and an acidic churn in her stomach weighed down the buoyant rosiness of the previous night.

He stirred alongside her. Both of their bodies were damp and sticky with sweat. The air conditioner kicked on and she felt goose pimples rising on her flesh.

“Morning,” he whispered, squeezing her tighter against him.

Last night, she felt as if she couldn’t get close enough to him. In the backseat of the car on the way back from the movie premiere, her hands were on his chest, his thighs, the bulge in his lap, as his tongue probed her mouth and she inhaled his heady blend of aftershave, cologne, and natural musk. She couldn’t remember how they shed their clothing, just her evening gown and his tux falling away as their bodies sought contact.

In the morning, though, she craved to be alone. Not to escape him, but to run from the implication of her words.The alcohol had smudged certain details of the evening but she remembered what she said to him about conceiving a child. And, as much as she wished he didn’t, she knew he had to as well.

With her head on his sternum, she felt him clearing his throat.

“I know we never really talked about it, the IVF, afterwards,” he started. “But if that’s still something you want, I would want it, too.”

“There’s not going to be another round of IVF,” she said, her voice raspy. “No more ova, remember?”

“I didn’t mean that specifically,” he said. They’d been intimate for months but this was the one topic they still danced around with their old, overly formal remoteness. “I meant having a child another way. There are donor eggs, surrogacy, adoption—”

“I know,” she cut him off. “It’s still so raw, though.”

“I understand,” he said. He kissed the top of her head and she realized they were both crying. “But I want you to know I’m open to any of it. If and when you’re ever ready.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate that.”

And yet, weeks turned to months and she never felt ready to face another loss. She still dreamt of little girls with her hair and his bottom lip; little boys with his nose and her eyes. But the pain lessened as time went on. Once she let him in, she felt less alone. Together, their lives felt full.

II.

She knew he hadn’t been close to his mother, but after Teena’s death—and the concurrent shift in their relationship—she made more of an effort to involve him with her family. At first, he resisted. She suspected he feared being an imposition or, worse, a tangible reminder of all his quest had taken away from her and her family. She could meet his stubbornness with her own, though, and in the end he couldn’t turn her down.

They began with casual dinners at her mother’s and, just short of a year into their relationship, she managed to convince him to fly with her to Bill’s for Christmas. Matthew, nearly three, had been joined by a younger sister, Caitlin, only a few months old on their first visit. With Caitlin in her arms, Scully shifted her gaze between the unbroken peace of the infant’s sleeping face and Mulder’s worried facade. With her widest smile and honest eyes she attempted wordlessly conveying to him that she was truly happy. No one offered the baby to Mulder to hold and he didn’t volunteer. For that, she felt thankful. As content as she was, she wasn’t ready to face the image of what might have been.

They visited more frequently over the years, becoming regular fixtures in her nephew and niece’s lives. They went to kindergarten graduations, birthday parties, little league games, and dance recitals. When the kids were a little older, they took them out for the day, just the four of them, to the zoo, the aquarium, the beach.

Bill was a football fan but his son preferred the slower, cerebral rhythm of baseball.

“Good,” Bill said, eyeing Mulder on the couch discussing the Padres odds of making it into the playoffs with Matthew. “You can watch this with him. It’s too boring for me.”

And Mulder did, for hours at a time even though it wasn’t his team. The boy’s wonder and curiosity in the game mattered more than who won or lost. He saw so much of Scully in her nephew’s precocious, methodical nature. Matthew even corrected his math.

Everyone else was surprised by how good Mulder was with the kids, but she never had doubts. She’d seen him on cases interacting with children at the worst possible moments of their lives—after losing a parent or a sibling, or witnessing a heinous crime—but he always approached them with respect, kindness, and patience. Knowing what it was like to feel alone and misunderstood, he gave them the space they needed.

Aware of her infertility, her family knew better than to whisper to her that he’d be a wonderful father, but that didn't stop her from hearing the words reverberate in her own mind. But they were merely echoes bouncing off the cold walls of a barren canyon. Unable to find purchase, they dissipated and faded away into the ether.

It was only once when a three-year-old Caitlin became inconsolable for reasons that were impossible for adult minds to decipher and would only accept comforting from her mother that Scully felt the emptiness in her arms as she handed the toddler over to Tara.

An hour later, the girl’s mood lifted just as mysteriously as it fell and she was eager to show her aunt her Barbie doll’s new wardrobe. Scully sat cross legged on the floor switching out outfits for so long that her legs fell asleep and Mulder had to help her up. As he lifted her to stand, he softly kissed her neck, just beneath her ear.

Once, Tara was even able to wrangle the kids on her own when Bill was at sea, and they flew out to DC to visit. They stayed at her mother’s—Scully’s apartment that she now shared with Mulder was too small to house them all—but Mulder and Scully spent nearly every waking moment with Matthew and Caitlin. The city they walked every day took on a new tint through the children’s excited eyes. Who knew there were so many interactive exhibits at the National Air and Space Museum? That the pizza place on her block threw in candy with your order if you picked up a child’s size pie?

They fell into bed exhausted but giggling over the silly comments the kids had entertained them with each day.

Their visit ended with airport hugs and kisses. As they returned to their car in the parking lot, she felt a sinking sense of guilt.

“You could have this for real, you know,” she said. “With someone else.”

For an instant, their roles reversed and he looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “It’s only you,” he vowed. “You and me. Forever.”

As jet planes soared above them bringing families together or drawing them apart, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. This was family, too, she knew. Two hearts that had found each other.

III.

The only time she ever felt glad they weren’t able to have children was when they learned the date of colonization. She’d already seen one daughter’s life cut short by the work of these horrible men and she couldn’t watch another die. If the IVF had worked, their child would only barely have made it to its teenage years.

By the time they learned the date, they only had five years left to fight. To thwart their efforts, their enemies had them both framed for crimes and they became fugitives. Cut off from the resources of the bureau and even the power to use their own names, their struggle intensified, but they never gave up.

The Gunmen helped them go deep underground. For years, they exchanged old fake identities for new ones and took up disposable backstories in dozens of nameless towns across the country. Once either of them picked up even a passing whiff of threat, they’d pack their bags and leave one life behind for the next. She thanked God she didn’t have to force a child to live like this.

In another life, these would have been the years she devoted to bedtime stories, school pickups, and soccer practices. Instead, she spent them corresponding with others in the resistance through encrypted emails sharing research findings and making plans.

With a year to go, she finally developed a promising vaccine formulation using samples of the extraterrestrial virus stolen from a syndicate lab by a scientist sympathetic to their cause. She tested her inoculation on mice and stray dogs. All the creatures showed immunity.

Mulder insisted on being her first human test subject.

“Absolutely not,” she argued. “You were exposed to the virus in that gulag. There’s no way to know how either the vaccine or this particular strain of contagion would interact with your existing antibodies. Besides, the resistance can’t afford to lose you. I can’t afford to lose you.”

Ultimately, Frohiked stepped up.

“I’m the eldest,” he said, when the five of them met up. “I have the least time remaining.”

The rest of them started to dispute but he waved his hands to cut them off.

“I’m disposable,” he continued. “Scully’s the only one with the medical know-how, Mulder’s got his connections and that spooky sixth sense that’ll come in handy. Byers’s has the bland face of comforting authority that’ll convince everyone to line up for this wacky new shot, and Langly’s a decent enough hacker to break down all the digital fortresses you’ll need to penetrate.”

“This better not be some ploy to get me to admit your kung fu is so far superior to mine that we can’t possibly lose you,” Langly deadpanned.

“Not a chance, hippie,” Frohike huffed. “It’s just that you’re allergic to bees so we all know the anaphylaxis would take you out long before the virus had a chance.”

So he rolled up his sleeve and let her give him the injection. She waited for a crude joke as she swabbed his deltoid with alcohol and then depressed the plunger of the syringe, but Frohike remained serious and stoic. He’d been a good friend to them over the years and she didn’t underestimate him.

They waited two weeks for the vaccine to take effect, and then she tested his antibodies. According to her research, his levels appeared high enough to fend off the virus. They locked him in the basement of a rural home they’d rented with a reliable Wi-Fi connection, a week’s worth of food and water, and a hive of genetically engineered Africanized honey bees.

Stung to shit, he texted the rest of them later that night.

Any symptoms? Scully wrote.

All copacetic so far, he responded. My faith in the good doctor remains.

Godspeed, Byers replied.

A week later, they unlocked the basement door. With the exception of scattered pink welts from the bee stings that had already begun to heal, he emerged unscathed. No gelatinous tissue. No gestating alien.

“Dr. Scully,” he said, grinning. “Your patient lives.”

Byers and Langly whooped and applauded.

Mulder kissed her on the forehead. “I knew you could do it,” he said. There might be hope after all.

Scully argued they had to find a way to deliver the vaccine surreptitiously, that no one would believe their claims of an upcoming alien invasion. But Mulder insisted it had to be a choice. That if they inoculated the population without consent, they’d be no better than the syndicate of men who secretly carried out their tests on unwilling, innocent citizens for decades. Although she feared his plan would result in unnecessary death, she didn’t deny he was in the right morally.

As word of a successful vaccine spread, more and more scientists defected from the syndicate to join the resistance. Mulder and Scully never fully trusted them, wary that they’d found their consciences a little too late, but still welcomed the information they had to offer. They mapped where the bees would be released and charted the timeline of the ships’ arrivals.

In the months leading up to the date, Scully became the public face of the resistance, using her scientific background and medical credentials to plead their case and insist on widespread vaccine uptake. She published their old case reports, not sparing the public any of the gory imagery of what laid ahead if they failed to act.

Miraculously, it worked. Enough of the populace accepted the vaccine that, paired with a syndicate significantly weakened by the resistance, they were able to ward off the invasion. The ships were picked up on radar systems but they must have been able to detect their accomplices’ failure on the ground and they quickly reversed course.

Mulder and Scully’s names were cleared and they were lauded as heroes after spending years as outlaws.

As they sat on their porch and watched the sun set on that unseasonably warm but otherwise unremarkable December evening, the old emptiness threatened to temper the joy of victory.

“Our children could have had a future,” she said.

“Scully, you gave all the children a future.”

He leaned in to kiss her. The world didn’t end.

IV.

Life went on, which meant its shadow, death, kept up its work as well. It didn’t feel fair that she only got to enjoy a few more years with her mother after they were free to come out of hiding, but at least Maggie Scully maintained her sharp mind until the very end.

Only in these last few days, on a steady morphine drip to ease her transition into the next world, did the loving relatives streaming in to visit her bedside start blurring together.

“You’re such a good mother,” she said to Scully, after spending an afternoon with her, Matthew, and Caitlin. “You’ve raised them so well.”

Scully didn’t have the heart to correct her, to remind her that these were Bill and Tara’s children, not her own. So she smiled and kissed the thin skin on her mother’s brow.

“I learned from you,” she said.

Her life was rich, even without children. She had Mulder, her extended family, and her work. She didn’t know if her mother would ever understand that, so she let her die believing her daughter was happy in a way that she could comprehend.

V.

After his stroke, she knew they didn't have much time left together. He was still the same man she met and fell in love with so long ago, still possessed his wit and encyclopedic memory of all things paranormal, only operated at a slightly slower frequency.

So it didn’t surprise her when she woke up one morning and his body was next to her, but he was gone. She had nearly lost him so many times over the years, but when it finally happened she felt oddly at peace. He had lived a long life. He had been vindicated, defeated his enemies, and even saved the world. They had spent decades at each other’s side, the intensity of their love never fading. Still, a lifetime together was not enough time.

She wanted to stay in the house, it was theirs after all, but it became harder and harder to keep up on her own. Caitlin offered for her to come live with her and her husband in Southern California. Their own children were all grown up and on their own, so they had plenty of room for her. She liked the idea of returning to the Pacific of her youth, so she agreed and began clearing out the house.

They didn’t have much. There was no fortune, no priceless family heirlooms, but there was neat, lawyer-signed paperwork dividing what they did have between Matthew, Caitlin, and their children. She was glad to help them in some way, however small.

She didn’t mind getting rid of their belongings. Her childhood as an itinerant Navy brat and her years on the run with Mulder had taught her not to value material things. But then there were the files. Their life’s work, cataloged in dozens of cabinets in their home office. Their true legacy.

A few weeks before moving, she got the email.

Dear Dr. Scully,

My name is Tegan Marks and I’m a special agent with the FBI. I read about your husband’s recent passing and I wanted to express my sincere condolences. I must admit that I’ve long been an admirer of both of you, ever since learning of your work in preventing the alien colonization of 2012.

As you know, the X-Files division has been closed since you and Agent Mulder departed from the bureau. However, that hasn’t stopped reports of unexplained phenomena from coming in. We just don’t have a unit or any resources devoted to investigating them. While I’m currently assigned to the violent crimes section, I’ve petitioned my supervisors to reopen the X-Files and they’ve been receptive.

In order to establish a thorough database of this type of phenomena and its history, I was hoping to access your files to scan and digitize. I would happily return the physical copies to you once I’m done.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Best, Special Agent Tegan Marks

Scully replied that Agent Marks was welcome to come and pick up the files anytime, no need to return them.

She showed up excitedly a week later. She was so young—probably no older than Scully was the day she was assigned to the X-Files herself—and so full of passion and curiosity. If aliens had colonized the planet in 2012, Agent Marks never would have been born. Scully led her to the home office where wall to wall filing cabinets held the secrets of her life’s work.

“Oh wow,” Marks said, surveying the office. “I think this is more than I can fit in my car. I might have to make a few trips.”

“Take as much time as you need,” Scully said.

“And I’m happy to bring them back once I’ve digitized them.”

“No,” Scully stopped her. “Please, keep them. They belong with someone who will put them to use.”

Scully watched as Marks hauled folder after folder to her car. She loaded the backseat and trunk to the brim but had barely reached the M’s for Mothmen.

“I don’t know how to thank you for this,” she said.

“I should be thanking you,” Scully said. “I know nothing would make my husband happier than to know that these were with someone who wanted to carry on our legacy. Before you head back, would you like to join me for some coffee or tea?”

“Tea would be lovely,” Marks said and followed her back into the kitchen.

“I’m honestly glad you reached me when you did,” Scully said as she boiled the kettle. “I’m in the process of downsizing and I didn’t know what to do with all of these.”

“Well, I’m glad I got in touch,” said Marks. “I’m looking forward to diving into these.”

“I can’t believe they’re reopening the X-Files after all these years.” Scully shook her head. “Do you have a partner?”

“I’m in the process of selecting someone now. It’s been challenging, though.”

Scully nodded, indicating for her to go on.

“Well, I’m obviously very open-minded about the paranormal but not many other agents are. I imagine this work would be much easier with a fellow believer.”

“Hmm,” Scully said, pausing to sip her tea. “You might be surprised. Mulder and I rarely saw eye-to-eye on our cases but I think that challenging each other is what made us such a good team. Just make sure you find someone you actually enjoy disagreeing with.”

“Thanks for the advice,” Marks said. “Although I don’t think partnerships like that are all that common.”

“No,” Scully said, smiling. “I don’t suppose they are.”

After they finished their tea, Scully saw the younger woman to the door and watched as she drove away; their legacy in good hands.

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Oh my goodness I’ve been off-of tumblr for awhile, but as the anon with the “lotr characters with their first child” request(though I’ve been enjoying all the domestic type imagines)!! Thank you for all the amazing writing oh my goodness!!!! Also wanted to thank you specifically for not making pregnancy/children asks guys-only with my whole heart. It’s just so sad to see a lot of people default to not doing the ladies in those kinds of posts. Not that I can’t appreciate as a former fandom writer that it can get so long adding everyone in a request. But! Sometimes you’d like to see some domestic writing with the lovely wife™️ too, so on behalf of all the bis(and assorted lady enjoyers) out there, thank you! (It's always wild to see people acting like surrogacy/donors/trans partners didn’t exist back in ye old days, so again thank you!)

But let me say again!! All of the imagines were so so darling, Legolas’ was absolutely heart melting!! He’s such a dear, and if the books(especially) and movies didn’t show how good he was at dishing out sass, I’d almost worry he’d be in over head with twins. And I loved the touch with Eowyn having the moment of deciding whether she’d want to carry the child or not and getting the feel for being a mother maybe in a way she hadn’t expected, it felt so down to earth and sweet, she can do it all and I love her for it. And this is rambling on but rest assured I also adored the hobbit versions as well(the Bilbo one is so endearing to me! Imagine the lil nipper running around with Frodo trailing behind them, the two good as siblings, a few years after)!! But seriously as to not fill the whole askbox, thank you again!

I so appreciate this ask! Not just for your kind words about my writing, but for that thanks about inclusion. It’s something I was really passionate about partially just so lovers of all characters don’t miss out but just as you said! As a sapphic writer it’s very important to me to represent every type of relationship even if people think it’s ‘outside the fantasy world’. As you mentioned it is not outside of the realm of possibly with different identities and ingenuity and even if it was? Well this is fanfiction and it’s for us all to love and enjoy 💕 capturing Eowyn’s complicated views on motherhood was another goal and aaaahhh I’m so glad you thought it went well! I love her, she’s my wife for real 😌

Look out for more dad!hobbits content coming as I have TWO separate old requests centered on that very thing 😉 seriously though it’s messages like this that keep me writing 🥹 love you anon 🫶🏻

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All The Women’s News You Missed This Week

10/14/24-10/21/24

Formal justice systems make headway on holding men accountable for violence against women in Bolivia, Malaysia, and Ivory Coast. An Indian researcher wins a prestigious grant for her work on Dalit (untouchable) women. A female politician heckles King Charles during his visit to Australia and Italy bans traveling abroad for surrogacy in another attempt to limit the ability of same-sex couples to have children.

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US Abortion Rights: 

Missouri abortion-rights campaign fundraising total at $22M one month before election

3 states renew their effort to reduce access to the abortion drug mifepristone

Male Violence Against Women and Children: 

Bolivian ex-leader's looming arrest warrant triggers protests

Ex-Louisville officer who fired shots in Breonna Taylor raid readies for 3rd trial

Woman dies 2 days after co-worker shot her at Santa Monica College, police say

K-pop star gives tearful testimony on harassment

S Korean striker sorry for filming secret sex videos

Arrests Hundreds More Over Child Abuse Claims

Why fight for justice isn't over in India's 'horrific' widow-burning case, 37 years on

Duchess shocked by sexual exploitation of refugees

Murder, rape and torture allegations hit Ivory Coast student union

Buses to become safe spaces for vulnerable women

Women In The News: 

Susan Smith is up for parole 30 years after drowning her kids in a South Carolina lake

Bangladesh issues arrest warrant for ex-leader Hasina

The 'genius' Indian who shattered caste barriers

I'm not stupid, I've chosen to speak, says catfish victim duped for nine years

I’ll stand for Russian president when Putin's gone, Navalny’s widow tells BBC

New York Liberty claim first WNBA title with overtime win

WATCH: Moment King Charles is heckled by Australian politician 

Women's program aims to combat violence in Chicago: "The police cannot do this alone"

Le Sserafim: The K-pop band who want to change the industry

LGBT: 

Missouri now requires proof of surgery or court order for gender changes on IDs

Trans socialite did serve her jail term, Nigerian panel finds

Italy bans couples from travelling abroad for surrogacy 

In New York, a constitutional amendment provides election fodder for the left and the right

Arts and Culture: 

Harris interview with Fox News showcases a change in strategy for Democrats with network

Movie Review: ‘Smile 2' nicely targets pop star fame with the terrific Naomi Scott

Movie Review: Strippers, oligarchs and a fairy tale gone sideways, ‘Anora’ is a wild ride

For once — a true crime story that isn't focused on the killer

WATCH: Dawn Richard found freedom, clarity while working on new album

Becky G says ‘Encuentros,’ her second album of regional Mexican music, is a celebration of culture

Book Review: 70-year-old psychiatrist takes to the road in Anna Montague’s beguiling new novel

Half a Century After Title IX, Universities Are Still Failing Survivors: The Ms. Q&A With Nicole Bedera 

As always, this is global and domestic news from a US perspective covering feminist issues and women in the news more generally. As of right now, I do not cover Women’s Sports. Published each Monday afternoon.

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-Don't watch horror movies, don't like them, dont care for them. That being said: you know the voodoo pregnancy scene from seed of chucky? (Sorry, was reading the notes on symbiote dani au post)

Overshadow surrogacy

Diana prince struggled to get up, The light was shining into her eyes in the tangled mess of the bedsheets. Her body ached, as if she'd gone 10 rounds fighting Hercules. She couldn't remember what happened last night, something about granting a major favour... all she was sure of was it wasn't just fighting that had happened last night.

Eventually she got to her feet and exited the bedroom, she needed to get ready for work, for some reason her center of balance was off...

Danny and ember sat in the kitchen, both wearing sunglasses to fend off the terrible hangover that came from drinking clockworks blessed spirits, a rather powerful concoction they'd used to set the mood last night.

Danny placed a icepack on a knot on his head, wincing "Ugh, I don't think I can handle 9 more months of this!"

Ember with a few bruises but seemed to be in slightly better shape while still hungover smiled "don't be silly babypop, it's a spirit pregnancy, it's a lot faster!"

Danny could hear diana getting up and moving in the next room, he looked at her over the frames of his sunglasses "oh yeah, how fast?"

Diana who just opened her eyes in front of a wall length mirror: "AAAHHHH!!!!"

Danny was impressed "wow, that is fast, should we go calm her down?"

"Probably, too much stress on the 'babies' is bad"

"Babies?"

Danny trailed after ember blushing intensely.