#artificial insemination by husband

[makeamom01]

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[lildoodlenoodle]

Spider Freaks(affectionate) no.1

Jessica Drew:

In the movie we see Jessica shoot webs and ride a motorcycle on walls. We can assume she can stick to walls but I don’t believe we see that in the movie. (Edit: We do! I just forgot)

Now in the comics things get a little crazy(616). So when Jessica was little her dad sold naturally occurring uranium that they found in abundance near their house. Jessica became poisoned, and her dad, a geneticist/immunologist(?), injected her with a serum made up of multiple spiders’ DNA and then put her in a stasis chamber. For Decades. She comes out of stasis with spider powers and almost a young adult but still the mind of that little girl(gross ik), runs away, and a whole thing with hydra happens and it’s messy. Want more? Read the comics cause it’s very messy.

She has the normal spider powers, though a bit more durable and ages much slower than the average spider. But she also has a ‘venom blast’ similar to Mile’s venom shock. She can secrete pheromones that can cause fear or attraction, but she doesn’t have a lot of control over which emotion comes out in other people. And finally, she can ‘self propelled glide’ through the air, similar to what we saw Miguel do in the movie. But she doesn’t shoot webs from her fingers.

And there are more versions of her as well. In 1610 Jessica is a clone of Peter Parker, and in this universe she can shoot webs from her fingers. There is a lot here with Jessica, it’ll be interesting what they do or don’t include in the movie.

[snailkites]

Walnut the Crane dead at 42

White-naped Crane Walnut and her keeper/husband, Chris Crowe, in 2021. (Photo: Roshan Patel via NZCBI)

Internet sensation Walnut the Crane became ill on January 2, 2024 and passed away at age 42 at her home at the Smithsonian's National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute (NZCBI) campus in Front Royal, VA. A necropsy revealed the cause of death to be renal failure. Walnut far outlived the average life expectancy for White-naped Cranes in captivity, which is 15 years. She leaves behind her husband, zookeeper Chris Crowe, with whom she had 8 offspring, including two housed at the NZCBI: daughter Brenda, age 18, and a granddaughter, age 1.

“Walnut was a unique individual with a vivacious personality,” Crowe said. “She was always confident in expressing herself, an eager and excellent dancer, and stoic in the face of life’s challenges. I’ll always be grateful for her bond with me. Walnut’s extraordinary story has helped bring attention to her vulnerable species’ plight.” (x)

White-naped Cranes are native to Mongolia, northeast China and southeast Russia, wintering in the Korean DMZ, Japan, and China. Habitat loss to agriculture, development, and ongoing droughts are factors in their decline, leaving them classified as Vulnerable by the IUCN. Walnut was an important contributor to efforts to restore the species.

Edit: for those unaware, I refer to the zookeeper as her husband because Walnut was imprinted on humans, meaning she considered him her mate and performed displays and courtship for him. As a zookeeper he was responsible for artificially inseminating the bird. This and more was the source of her viral fame.

[hedwig221b]

For the fic recs, anything with babies please? Or just pregnant stiles?

I'm weeping I love kid!fics and mpreg!Stiles...

👶

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates…even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it.

“Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over.

“I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

Loving Isaac by QueenOfAngst21

A regular patrol around their land takes a turn for the worse when Derek and Isaac run into a unwanted visitor. Just when Derek thinks they are in the clear, he wakes to find not his beta beside him but a crying blonde haired baby right where he left Isaac. The pack stumbles over themselves as their alpha and emissary navigate this new dynamic and find each other along the way.

Last To Know by Never_Says_Die

Kink meme fill in which every werewolf and shapeshifter in Beacon Hills is aware that Stiles is pregnant before he is. And apparently the first baby!werewolf being born into the pack (their Alpha's, no less) is a big freakin' deal and excuse enough for everyone to lose their damn minds. When Stiles figures out why everyone's been acting so weird around him, he's not amused.

An Alpha's Baby by Dexterous_Sinistrous

It had been more than a year since Stiles had been home to Beacon Hills. Things didn't end well between him and Derek. And now, returning with a baby, Stiles starts to question if he really did the right thing and leave, or if he should have stayed.

Let your unfaithful weaving go by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent.

It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm.

Awesome.

And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.

Joy.

Shifts by gryvon

Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

Be Strong by blacktofade

A hunter breaks into Stiles' house and Stiles deals with them.

Safe Place to Land by Green

The Hales have been tracking a group of hunters who've targeted small packs with the help of a magic user. When they finally attack the hunter compound, they aren't expecting to find Stiles, a Spark who's practically a slave, and his young werewolf son. Derek isn't expecting the Spark to be his mate, either.

Wolf Cub by moodwriter

A strange wolf is not supposed to touch another pack’s cub and that’s why, on a rescue mission, it’s Stiles’ job to take care of the wolf cub who’s curious about everything and everyone. Stiles is not used to werewolf children, and the pack is not used to Stiles taking care of a child. Their Alpha gets very confused about this, too.

Karma Is A Bitch by Brego_Mellon_Nin

Ironically, Stiles was just returning to his dorm after failed negotiations about a possible adoption agreement with a local pack, when he saw the fairy. She was cornered and he was unable to curb his protective instincts.

The fight was short and Stiles was left with only a blooming bruise on his jaw when the bullies scurried away. As a thank you, the fairy wanted to grant him a wish.

Who knew what a bit of fairy fertility magic could do?

Empty by DiscontentedWinter

Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles

[notchainedtotrauma]

His welfare queen names a collective of immoral, disloyal, dishonorable, unhusbanded, evil black women delinquents requiring state control, captivity, and defeat. He declared, "She has eighty names, thirty addresses, twelve Social security cards and is collecting veteran's benefits on four non-existing deceased husbands. She's got Medicaid, getting food stamps, and she is collecting welfare under each of her names. Her tax-free cash income is 150 000$." What is interesting is that while Reagan's welfare queen is clearly mammy's grandchild and jezebel's artificially inseminated baby, welfare criminals had historically and overwhelmingly been white males. Yet his descriptor became scripture, effectively tying black women and girls to evil, perversion, and socioeconomic perversion.

from Jezebel Unhinged: Loosing the Black Female Body in Religion & Culture by Tamura Lomax

[uniquepeanutcreatorfire]

Also Stella's line doesn't actually really imply rape. It implies a disinterested husband who doesn't wanna fuck his wife because he's a gay man who was forced to be in a heterosexual marriage. If she said idk that she had to drug him or that she literally had to wrestle him out of his clothes then maybe I'd think they implied rape but they didn't.

These people will go to any length to make Stella into a worse person but grasp at any excuse they can give Valentino for the shit he's done

Apparently, since Stella didn’t notice Stolas was uncomfortable, stop and say “Let’s do an artificial insemination instead” or nicely tell their family they didn’t want to do this, then she’s a r*pist.

Also it seems to them, Val and his fans got all the hate and harassment because he’s a r*pist while Stella didn’t.

[honey-crypt]

for your write a thon, would you do a drabble that female farmer is infertile? Characters are Sam, Alex and Elliott!

a/n: request #6 of my write a thon and it's gonna be a heavy one, i hope this helps y'all get a glimpse into the reality and struggles of infertile people

warning: pregnancy & pregnancy related topics

★ baby blues - alex x farmer / elliott x farmer / sam x farmer ★

alex

The thin paper sheet that covered the exam table scratched at your bare skin. You tapped your fingers rhythmically against your thigh, the air conditioner in the exam room humming lowly. Alex sat in the chair beside you and rubbed his eyes, “It’s too bright in here,” he grumbled.

“Agreed,” you mused. This exam room had become a second home for the two of you for the past few months with a multitude of doctor visits and procedures conducted there. Yet, today could be the last time you two had to make the trek up to ZuZu City Municipal Hospital’s Fertility Assistance Wing. Today was the day, the day that would make or break you, the day you and Alex would learn if the embryo transfer was a success.

A nurse in a crisp uniform entered the room, “Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” she asked. Alex rose from his seat and held your hand, “That’s us.”

“Dr. Hargrove will be with you shortly,” the nurse informed you before exiting the exam room. You locked eyes with Alex, “What if it doesn’t work?”

“What if it does work?” he retorted, earning a small laugh from you.

“I’m serious, though,” you elaborated, “We’ve been through the ringer for almost two years, baby. The drugs, the artificial insemination… I’m just scared that this will all be for nothing.”

Alex held up your hand and kissed it, “It’s okay to be scared, babe. I’m scared, too… I’m scared for you,” you raised your eyebrows at his response, “You’ve been such a trooper, (Y/N). Doing the injections, taking the medicine, having that weird medieval torture device shoved up your pussy for the embryo transfer!” Alex sniffled,”It don’t know what Yoba’s plan is for us, but I pray to him that he grants us this blessing because you have fought tooth and nail to make it happen.”

“Oh, Alex,” you pecked him on the lips, “I love you. Thank you for being my rock through this,” your husband smiled cheekily, “Anything for you.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” the familiar voice of Dr. Hargrove called out to you, as she walked into the exam room, “How are you two doing today?”

“I know you have to ask us that but,” Alex squeezed your hand, “Can you rip the bandaid off, please? For my wife’s sake.”

Dr. Hargrove nodded, “Of course. I understand your anxieties about the embryo transfer,” the doctor approached the exam room’s tablet and opened up your medical record, “The blood test result should come in any moment now.”

Alex held his breath while you began to sweat, as you both and your doctor waited for the results. The tablet suddenly dinged and Dr. Hargrove smiled, “Okay, the results are in.”

You grabbed onto Alex, your legs shaking with nerves. Dr. Hargrove scanned over the results, “Well, this is what I expected,” she hummed, “You two are going to be wonderful parents.”

“I’m pregnant?” you gawked.

“She’s pregnant?!” shouted Alex.

Dr. Hargrove laughed, “You’re pregnant, (Y/N). Congratulations on your successful transfer,” she set the tablet down, “I’ll get your referral set up for your OBGYN, Dr. Hawkins. She’s a wonderful doctor with lots of experience with twins.”

“Thank you, doctor!” Alex cried out, tears running down his cheeks. He embraced you tightly, as you cried joyously in one another’s arms.

“We’re gonna be parents, Alex!”

“We are! We are… wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Did she say twins?”

“Oh my god… she did say twins.”

elliott

You had gotten used to seeing the single line on your monthly pregnancy test. Time after time, that single line taunted you, mocking you and your husband’s tireless efforts to start your family. Yet, today was going to be different, you knew that it would be different. The past three days, you experienced bouts of morning time nausea and vomiting, your period was late, and you were craving smoked herring, despite being a vegetarian. I’m having a baby! you declared to yourself, I’m having a baby! I’m definitely having a baby!

Despite no nausea or vomiting this morning, you flung yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, much to your poor husband’s concern. Opening the mirror cabinet above your sink, you plucked a pregnancy test out of the bulk box you purchased from Joja Mart. Of course, you preferred to shop at Pierre’s, but the idea of requesting pregnancy tests from the father of one of your closest friends made your morning sickness flare up.

“Darling?” your husband’s voice rang from outside the bathroom, “Is everything alright? Do you need me to get the ginger ale?”

“No, not yet!” you exclaimed, setting the used pregnancy test on the counter next to you, “Come inside, duckie! I think this might be the moment.”

Elliott poked his head inside the bathroom, “Oh my goodness!” his eyes twinkled with the same light as before, eager but nervous to hear the result. He grasped your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze, “How are you feeling, my dear? Are you excited?”

“Absolutely,” you answered, “We’re going to be parents, Elliott. I just know it, we’re gonna have our baby.”

Elliott tried his best to smile, but his quivering lip betrayed his outward hopefulness, “I want you to know that no matter what the result is, everything will be alright, okay?” he pressed a kiss against your temple, “It will be alright.”

“It will because it’s gonna be positive,” you chuckled dryly. It was almost a year since you and Elliott started your attempts to conceive. This was your last chance, it had to be positive.

The alarm on your phone went off, signalling that the results were ready. You reached for the pregnancy test and informed Elliott, “Close your eyes. I want to read it first.”

Your husband obliged and covered his eyes with his large hands, the ink stains from his late night writing session still evident. Taking a deep breath, you flipped over the pregnancy test and read the result.

One single line.

Your heart sank.

Not pregnant.

Your chest tightened, as tears swelled up in your eyes, “It- It’s negative,” you announced to Elliott, “I failed.”

Elliott removed his hands from his face and embraced you, rubbing your back while you sobbed your heart out, “You’re not a failure, my love, we’ll try again. Please don’t get discouraged, it will be okay.”

You held onto him for dear life, chest heaving and cheeks stained, “I can’t, I can’t. I don’t wanna try again.”

Elliott pulled away and cupped your cheeks in his hands, “That’s okay, (Y/N). I’ll follow your lead, okay?” he kissed your lips tenderly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“It will be okay, no matter what.”

sam

You wiped sweat from your forehead and stretched your back out, as you stood before the field of ripe melons and blueberries ready for the picking. Summer crops were the most abundant and popular among the residents of Pelican Town with numerous orders, so you had your work cut out for you this season. With wicker basket in face, you got on your knees and plucked a few blueberries off their stems.

“(Y/N)!” your husband Sam called out to you from the porch. You peered from above the blueberry bushes, “Yes, love?” you shouted back.

“There’s a letter for us!” he exclaimed, “It’s from the ZuZu City Orphanage!”

You nearly dropped your basket, “What?!” you jogged up to the porch, seeing Sam wave a sealed envelope in his hand. The two of you wanted to be parents ever since your engagement, but a year or so of failed conception attempts left you discouraged. Dr. Harvey had recommended a fertility specialist to you to assist with the procedure, but the idea of subjecting yourself to injections and procedures left a queasy feeling in your stomach. Nonetheless, it didn’t matter a lot to Sam and you on how you became parents, thus the pursuit of adoption.

“I didn’t think they would get to us so quickly,” you commented to Sam, as the two of you entered the kitchen. The blonde hummed in agreement, “I’m surprised, too. Hopefully, it’s good news.”

“Me too,” you answered and hugged your husband’s arm, “I’d be heartbroken otherwise. I fell in love with Cordelia and Conrad the moment we saw them.”

You remembered the day you and Sam visited the orphanage, nervous but excited. You had some qualms about adoption, you believed it best to keep the child with their family unless it wasn’t an option. Yet, at the orphanage, these children had no family and if you could, you would’ve adopted them all.

After meeting with the caretaker and filling out the necessary paperwork, you and Sam were allowed to visit the children on the orphanage’s playground. A warm, fuzzy feeling grew in your chest at the sight of happy children running about, “I wish we could take them all home with us,” you muttered to Sam, “I want them all to have loving, safe home.”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” replied Sam, rubbing your back, “It feels cruel to choose, you know?”

“Yeah,” you pouted, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

Suddenly, a little girl who eerily resembled you and Sam ran past you, “Jamie, give it back!” she screamed at the boy she was chasing after. You watched the little girl tackle the boy to the ground and tussle about in the dirt, soon emerging victorious with a notebook in hand, “Meanie!” she chastised Jamie.

“Cordelia!” the orphanage caretaker yelled, “What did I say about tackling people?”

The girl Cordelia looked back at the caretaker, “He stole my songbook!”

Your chest tightened, “Sam,” you whispered to your husband, “That’s our kid.”

Sam grinned ear to ear, “That’s our kid.”

The caretaker shooed Cordelia back to the playground and guided Jamie to the other side before returning to the two of you, “I’m sorry about that,” she apologized, “Cordelia’s very… headstrong and protective of her belongings.”

“That’s okay!” you answered, “Can you tell us more about her?”

The caretaker obliged and rehashed Cordelia’s background. She was a recent addition to the orphanage, having lost her parents in the ongoing war with the Gotoro Empire. You could feel Sam’s expression darken at the mention of the Gotoro Empire, it was a sensitive subject for him because of his father’s past involvement and POW status.

“I would advise against only adopting her,” explained the caretaker, “She has a baby brother, Conrad. We try not to separate siblings.”

“Then we’ll adopt them both,” responded Sam. The caretaker grinned widely, “That’s wonderful! I’m sure the two of you will be great parents for them,” she gestured to the door, “Let’s go inside and we can get the paperwork done for the next step.”

Back in the present, you held on the enevelope addressed to you and Sam from the orphanage, “What if we were denied?” you asked with a frown.

“Then that caretaker and those reviewers are idiots,” your husband laughed, “Can you do the honors, baby?”

“As long as you hold me,” you replied.

With Sam’s arms wrapped around your body, you carefully opened up the envelope and removed the neatly folded letter out of it. You read through the contents of the letter, your eyes widening.

“Sam?”

“Yes, sweets?”

“We got approved.”

“WE GOT APPROVED!” your husband screamed, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back joylously and set the letter down on the dining room table, overcome with the purest form of happiness. Attached to the letter, there was a photo of Cordelia and Conrad smiling with Cordelia holding up a small sign with the words We’re Cordelia and Conrad Duffy! on it, becoming the first memento of your newfound family.

[eleganzadellarosa]

Hi. Can you please write a smut of Kyungsoo and Han So hee? 🙏 Thank you.

Sudden Miracle

pairing: husband!kyungsoo x wife!han so hee

genre: angst (mostly), smut

warnings: MDNI (artificial insemination (IUI), only one smut scene, mentions of failed pregnancy, fast paced plot, allusions to depression)

word count: will update later

A/N: Thank you so much for this ask, this is my first time writing a fic with both characters already chosen, so this was so much fun to do! Also, apologies if it’s awkward and not what you wanted at all 😭 I didn’t know much about this topic, so I researched as much as I could. Also, sorry this took so long! Anyways, as always thank you for reading and enjoy your day :)

taglist: @sleepingbeautydo 💕

It’s often said that “third time’s the charm” or “if at first you don’t succeed, try try again” but for her it was simply something that people said to help her pass the time.

They’ve been trying to conceive a child for the past two years; her and her husband that is, but for some reason they’ve had no success. She’d been to multiple doctors who all told her “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but unfortunately after running some tests, I don’t believe you’ll be able to naturally conceive a child.”

It put lots of strain on the marriage, even though they both wished for the best. It all started to sound like a broken record; "keep your legs up when he's done", "you're probably just not relaxed", "it's never too late to adopt if you really want a child that badly". Everything that came out of everyone's mouths was insensitivity masked by fake sympathy. She truly had tried everything and absolutely nothing had helped.

She was past the point of hearing advice and she often kept to herself and had even put distance between her and her friends. Of course she didn't mean to, but there were but so many questions of "are you pregnant yet?" that So Hee could handle.

Unfortunately, there was one person she couldn't avoid; her mother. She visits quite frequently, as you would expect one’s mother to, being that she lived close by. She made it her business to visit her daughter and son in law every weekend, usually to just enjoy the time spent together but most times the day would end with how to get So Hee pregnant.

“Oh sweetie, you know Marilyn right?” She continued when So Hee slightly nodded, “Her daughter had trouble getting pregnant too but she started taking these herbs and now she’s 6 months! Maybe you should give it a try.”

“Hah mom…I don’t know if I trust anything your neighbor says, no offense.”

“What’s wrong with her? Sure she’s a little much sometimes but she has a good heart and she’s a wonderful neighbor. And it doesn’t hurt to try love.”

She walked up to So Hee, rubbing a hand up and down her back. "I hate seeing you look so down in the dumps these days. I understand what you're going through and I only want to help." She kissed her on the cheek as Kyungsoo walks into the kitchen, bags in hand. "Oh my dearest boy, where have you been?"

He walks up to her and hugs her. "I was out getting some groceries for dinner, are you staying with us tonight?"

He walked up to So Hee and pecked her lips after he set the rest of the groceries down. He loved her as much as she loved him and he also hated seeing her so down about the current situation. They both had such a strong desire to start a family and it seemed to have quickly faded into nothing but sorrow.

So Hee turns in her seat and looks up at him with her head against his chest. "Oh yeah, don't forget I have my appointment with the new doctor tomorrow morning."

"I didn't forget my love, I have it saved in my calendar and I also have an alarm set."

It was, in fact, time So Hee tried something new after giving up on trying to prove the doctors wrong. “But I’m perfectly healthy” she would say and they all looked at her with tears of their own in their eyes. It wasn’t that simple though, she was healthy but apparently it just wasn’t in her cards to have a baby when she wanted.

So, tomorrow would open up a new beginning; a start to hopefully a successful journey. She had done her research and there were enough testimonials and desperation to make her want to give artificial insemination a try. There were a few tests that needed to be run to make sure she was a good fit for the procedure, but she believed this was a guaranteed win; the solution to all her problems.

She sat on the patient's table, the back elevated so it looked more like a chair. Kyungsoo sat beside her in the extra seating, calming her nerves as he rubbed a thumb over her hand.

“Everything will be okay my love, I promise.” He says just as there’s a small knock on the door.

"Good morning, my name is Jen and I'll be your doctor today." The middle aged woman walked up to So Hee and shook both her and Kyungsoo's hand. "I hear you're interested in IUI?"

So Hee had spent about 15 minutes explaining all the methods, tests, and doctors she's visited along with basic information like family history.

"Well I have good news and bad news for you. Bad news is, we do have to run some more tests, just to make sure your fallopian tubes and uterus look normal and are able to handle the procedure. The good news is, I think you'll have great success with this method. Now, not exactly bad news, but I will say to of course not expect it to work the first time but that doesn't mean it won't work at all."

“Be honest with me…do you think it will work?” So Hee asks, her mood dampening slightly.

“Looking at your past test results, I’m sure this will be a very effective method. As long as the sperm is strong, everything should go just fine. In all my years of being a doctor, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it not work for anyone.”

That made So Hee feel much better and regain the hope she was slowly losing. She told herself not to get upset if it didn’t work, but she really really wanted this to work. After receiving the full rundown, it didn’t seem too hard of a process either. They would collect the sperm and insert it directly into the uterus; increasing her chances of getting pregnant while she’s most fertile. Two weeks later she’ll take a pregnancy test to see if it was successful.

"It's going to feel weird finishing in a cup." Kyungsoo said on their way back home. “I hope they let you in the room with me so I can at least have some motivation.”

She chuckled, “don’t worry, I’ll send you some pictures to get you through it.” She sat in silence for a few seconds, gathering the courage to ask a question. “Are you scared it won’t work?” The question was directed toward him but maybe she was asking herself out loud.

“Scared? Hmm, no. Excited? Absolutely. I know you’ll do just fine baby, and I’ll be there with you through every step of the way. You know I’m your number 1 supporter.” He kept his eyes on the road, but brought her hand up to kiss it.

So Hee smiled and fully rested her back against the seat. She was lucky to have someone like him to calm her nerves whenever she lost control of them.

The first procedure went well thankfully. She hadn’t experienced any pain through it and looked forward to seeing the results of her test in two weeks time. She was so overwhelmed with excitement, calling her closest friends to tell them the great news.

“Aww girl I’m so excited for you!

“Haha you’re better than me, I’d have him give me a little extra at home just to make sure!”

“You gotta call us and let us know what the pregnancy test says!”

All her friend’s voices coming through the speaker on her phone while they did a group FaceTime.

“Thank you guys, really. I’m happy that you’re all happy for me and I can’t wait to call you with the great news!” She smiled from ear to ear. She already started thinking about what she wanted the nursery to look like, what she needed to add to her registry and everything in between.

In two weeks, she would find out she was pregnant and could jump for joy, finally ending this long and painful journey. But as the two weeks approached at what seemed like a snail’s pace, she hadn’t felt different. Not that she would in such short time, but she always knew that after many attempts, she would at least feel something…and she didn’t. She let a few tears fall as she snapped out of her dissociation with reality, staring at the TV while the changing scenes switched rapidly.

“I’m sorry but the test came back negative. Now like I said before, it sometimes doesn’t work the first time and you are more than welcome to try again.”

So Hee couldn’t handle it, she broke down in tears, her face in her hands. This was supposed to be the last stop but she still had to be on this train of misery for who knows how long. Kyungsoo was at her side, rubbing a hand over her back. She felt like a failure in a sense, having just told her friends that she would be call in them with good news. She knew she shouldn’t have been so excited over something that she hadn’t tried yet, but she was sure this would be the end.

Kyungsoo called into his job and said he wouldn’t be coming in today so he could stay with his grieving wife. He was well aware of how much you’d need him to be there even if you yourself didn’t say it. He sat with you in silence on the couch at home, doing whatever he could to help lighten your mood.

“Kyungsoo, just…leave me alone, I don’t want to be bothered.” She said when he wrapped an arm around her and tried to pull her close.

It hurt his feelings a bit to be rejected in that way but he understood that he wouldn’t understand exactly how she felt. This was something that his ability to help only went but so far. He gave her as much space as possible, even eating dinner in separate rooms. They both got ready for bed early, the morning appointments weighing heavily on their bodies and sleep schedules.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something until we fall asleep?” He asked when she moved under the blanket next to him.

“Do I look like I want to watch a movie?” she snapped, “Obviously you don’t care enough that I was just told we weren’t having a baby again even after trying for SO long! If this attitude is bothering you then maybe you should just leave me alone!”

“Maybe we just shouldn’t have a baby then!” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but before he could say anything, she was already crying and on the way out the door.

He didn’t really mean it, but he hated that she was starting to give up. He’d rather she be healthy and in a good headspace than to have something happen to her during the pregnancy. However, instead of voicing it out correctly, he said the first thing that popped in his mind out of anger. Of course he cared for her and her feelings, that’s what he did the most. He knew she was very in her head about it and rightfully so, but it shot a pang to his heart to hear her say he didn’t care.

And of course she only interpreted it in the way he said it and it surprised her that something like that would come out of his mouth. But it didn’t matter, she would go stay with her mom for a few days to clear her head and give Kyungsoo some space because he obviously needed it.

So Hee had only planned on staying at her mother’s house for a week but there were but so many days she felt like doing constant laundry to accommodate for her lack of extra clothing. She didn’t think ahead before she left the house, she simply left as fast as she could before she also said something she didn’t mean. Now that it was time for her to go back home, she couldn’t help but be stubborn. She wasn’t ready to face Kyungsoo again if it meant that he hadn’t changed his mind at all.

I’ll just go while I know he’s at work she told herself. Thankfully her mother was only about a 30 minute drive from home, so she could plan accordingly. Thoughts ran through her head on her drive back; maybe it was time to move, an environmental change could possibly help her. Maybe she should take her mom up on that offer for those herbs. Something, anything had to help.

Walking inside the house relaxed her; she hadn’t noticed she was so tense. They built this atmosphere with the blood sweat and tears of renovations over the years. Again, the plan was to start a family years ago so it was only right to prepare for the new addition to the family.

She walked upstairs into the dark bedroom. She didn’t bother turning on the lights, letting the shadows consume her and lead her to the bed where her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep. The weight of an arm draped over her waist when she rolled over to switch positions. She slowly shifted to turn and see the face she had subconsciously been missing. He was sleeping peacefully for the most part, but his arm dragged her in a bit more as to not lose her warmth.

She watched his chest rise and fall, his lashes flutter against his cheek. A feeling of love swelled in her chest. He was so good to her and she got so upset with him although he just wanted the best for her. He often put her first in every possible situation out of love and care. Some days he even blames himself for her not being pregnant whether it was true or not, which of course it wasn’t. Either way, he felt so sad knowing that after a while their plans just might fall through.

"Please stay and talk to me. I understand if you want to leave after, but please just let me say what I need to first." He stared back at her when he opened his eyes, instantly melting into her touch.

“Okay…” She hadn’t noticed he was awake until he spoke.

"I'm so sorry that I let said such a thing. I in no way meant to hurt your feelings. I promise you that I wholeheartedly wish for us to start a family, but I hate to see you so disappointed. I want you to be happy, I really do. I love you so much and it made me so sad to see you cry."

Her eyes wet with tears as she laid there listening to him. She knew he didn't mean it but she was so distraught over another failed attempt that maybe she was the one actually giving up. Kyungsoo leaned forward and kissed away the tears that slid down her cheek toward the pillow. He turned her over on her back, kissing from her cheek to her neck and then down to her collarbones.

Soft, small and lingering kisses that eventually trailed back up to her lips. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

Her brain slowly becoming fuzzy with the warm and tingly feeling that came over her from the sweetness that poured out from the man above her. He rid her of her top, the only thing that came in between him and her skin. He removed his own clothing too; aching to feel her skin against his after what felt like years. Kisses to her breasts, much sloppier than the previous ones, but nothing too lewd. Not a single inch was ignored by his plump, warm lips.

So Hee could feel her heart beating as if too close to her rib cage. He kissed the palm of her left hand before holding it, as he slowly slid the head of his dick past her entrance. A gasp left So Hee's lips, eyelids fluttering from the feeling. He didn't move too fast or too slowly; it was just the perfect pace to show her love. Their bodies moved in sync; her hips meeting his every time he thrusts into her.

“I love you, you know that right?” He placed a sweet kiss against her nose and cheeks, still moving at a steady pace.

“Yeah…I know, I love you too.” She answers breathily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Should I try again? Try filling you myself? Give you a baby?”

His strokes getting deeper, she closes her legs around his torso. “Yes, please Kyungsoo, let’s try again.”

His pace sped up, his hands caressing the side of her face. Moans leaving both of their lips as he slowly lead them to their orgasms. His hips stuttered, slowing him down from the accumulation of great pleasure. “Cum with me.”

She had no problem doing so, a few more thrusts from him and she came harshly; him following close behind. He laid with her, his body resting against hers but careful not to put too much weight on her. It didn’t guarantee results, but it made him feel better to try anyway. After a few minutes of relaxing on her chest, he finally pulled out.

“I’ll go get something to clean up, just rest my love.” He moved off the bed and pressed a light kiss to her stomach.

It was the dreaded two week mark once again, which meant she had to take another pregnancy test. Peeing on a stick felt more normal at this point in her life. She expected nothing of it, just doing it because she knew she had to. So her next conversation with her doctor was not at all what she imagined.

“How are you feeling today Ms. So Hee? Dr. Jen looked up from the clipboard in her hands, making direct eye contact with her patient.

“I feel great, no changes or anything.” She looks over at Kyungsoo for confirmation and he nods in agreement.

“That’s great to hear, it usually starts like that before the morning sickness kicks in.”

“So I’ve heard and I can only imagin- wait what?” So Hee stares at the doctor in confusion, heart racing with anticipation. In this moment she felt calm or a lot calmer than she expected to. Should she be excited?

A wide smile spreads over the doctor’s face, “Congratulations So Hee, you’re pregnant!”

[latinapoetbts]

It Was So Wrong It Was Right PT 1.

Summary: Y/N loved her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) more than life. She would do anything for their happiness; they were all she had after losing her parents. When her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) dream of starting a family together comes crumbling down, she can't say no when they ask for her help, even in the most unorthodox way. She'd never tell them no, even if it ruined her in the process.

KTH / Latina Reader Insert | 2 Part One Shot AU, Angst, Smut, 18 + Unrequited Love, Psychological Distress Master List |

********************** Part 1

I held my sister in my arms wondering how the world could be so cruel as she wept in my arms. I stroked her hair telling her just how sorry I was for her. It should have been me, not her. I didn’t even ever want kids. She wanted at least five. 

“Hey we are going to get through this, like we have everything else, ok we will look for a second opinion. We will try everything there is to try”. I rubbed her back in my attempt to sooth her.

“y/n, this is the second opinion…what am I going to tell Tae Hyung”, another sob racked through her body. I held her tightly, rocking our bodies together.

“He’s going to leave me…I don’t blame him…I can’t give him what he wants…”, my heart broke for her. 

“Adri, don’t say that. You know how much he loves you. He’d do anything for you. We are all going to figure this out. We can’t give up…”

“Give up on what?” I felt my body wince at the sound of his deep voice. I know she did not want him to find out this way. 

“Adri…babe what’s wrong”. I shifted away as tae hyung quickly scooped Adriana up in his arms. His eyes flicker up at mine as I motion with my hands, that I am leaving, he nods in response. 

“No, please stay y/n.” The sorrow in my sister's voice cemented me to where I stood. 

“Are you sure Adri?”

“Yes y/n please stay.” so of course I stayed. I listened quietly to my sister's confession that it was confirmed by the second doctor that she was not able to have children. I watched how her husband Tae hyung did everything in his power to hold his emotions but he just couldn't. He wept, holding her face to his chest. He was morning just as she was. At some point I was able to make my move to the living room and stayed for another 45 minutes till I could hear no more muffled voices. Surely they had fallen asleep tired to the emotional roller coaster. I gather my things and leave. 

“Y/n, thank you for being there for her. For Us. You have no Idea how much I appreciate it. Fuck y/n. What the fuck did we do to deserve this…”, the tears began to pool once again in his beautiful deep chocolate brown eyes. I did the only thing I knew how to do as I watched his shoulders slump and his step waiver. I held him in my arms. I cradled his tear streaked face to my chest and stroked his hair until his sobbing stopped.

“Hey, you guys are fighters. We will figure something out. I know it. I’m here for you both”. The look of pain in his eyes was devastating. 

“Thank you y/n”, he spoke softly as he kissed my cheek and I kissed saying goodbye.

“Call me if you or Adri need anything at all”. I felt my sister and her husband's home with a heavy heart. 

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3 months later

I pulled up to Adri and Tae’s home, happy to see them. I knew it had been a while since we could all hang out. That's when the two people I loved most in the world explained their plans and how they wanted me to help.

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“What? What!? You want to artificially inseminate me with your husband's cum…Tae? I…I… I …”, I was speechless. I knew they would figure something out but never had I considered this, never had I considered being their seareget. I mean no this was different, this baby would be a part of me and a part of my sister's husband tae hyung. What the fuck. I mean I did not , do not want children but to have a baby inside me growing being half my sisters husbands baby and half mine. It was just fucking werid. I needed a fucking drink.

 “Do you have any whisky?" I asked if my throat suddenly dried. After downing a drink the conversation continued.

“I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't certain I was ok with it. Y/n we are identical twins. Any children we ever have would be half of each other.” my eyes couldn't help but dart back and forth between Adri and Tae.

“And you? You're quiet”. I look at Taehyung. I bite on my lip nervously waiting for his reply.

“Are you ok knowing this baby is half mine and half yours?’ I felt my body tense at the words. 

"I mean, I’m on board; if everyone is ok with it, then I’m ok with it…I just want you y/n to be 100% sure that you're ok with having a..a… a baby with.. me… that would then give up completely to belong to Adri and me…” his face was forlorn, and his eyes pained. 

There was a very long silence as I thought more about the situation. I loved them so much and I would do anything for their happiness and her fate should have been mine. I would do this for her. 

 “I love you both so much, and although I am in shock about the ask, I'm not opposed to it; it’s just that I need time to make sure… I mean, I think we should all spend time thinking about making certain everyone is 100% on board.” 

After 3 months of intense family therapy, personal therapy, and visits to the doctor, we decided to do it. I didn’t want children ever, and the doctor had a point; since Adri and I are identical twins, any babies we had would be like each other's children anyway. We drafted legal, binding contracts that I would give over my rights to the child on the day the child was born. I was to give 3 attempts to be artificially inseminated, which is what they could afford. They also wanted to ensure I was compensated. I did not want to be compensated for doing this for my sister and her husband, but they insisted I be taken care of so that I did not have to work a lot while being pregnant and both the baby and I would be worry-free and stress-free. I found that logic is rational and within reason. Now was also the perfect time to start because I was not in a committed relationship then. 

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I was so fucking nervous. I didn't want to be here, yet at the same time, I carried a huge amount of guilt because the truth was I was too fucking thrilled to be here at this exact moment. I had fantasized about it far more times than I would like to admit, although it had been a while. I always did my best to keep the thoughts at bay, knowing just how fucked up it was to indulge in erotic thoughts of him. But he was fucking beautiful. His smile weakened my heart and soul. He was kind, sweet, intelligent, romantic, sexy and just fucking perfect. Tae Hyung, my sister's husband, was a fucking dream.

And here I am at an Airbnb rental, sitting in bed in his favorite color of lingerie, purple and crotchless, pussy shaved and dolled up to his tastes, all so that he could fuck me as much as possible over the next fucking 24 hours, ensuring it would stick. Who knew artificial insemination would fail. They wanted a baby so badly, a family to call their own, one I could give them. One that would have both their DNA because our DNA was identical.  I needed a drink, a joint, or anything that would calm my nerves. I loved my sister, but I’d be lying if I was not a little jealous of her and Tae Hyungs relationship, but I was not destructively jealous. I had come to terms with the past over 8 years ago. The cards had been dealt, and my sister got Tae Hyung, and they were absolutely perfect together and so very in love. And I was truly happy for them. If pain and pleasure can co-exist, so can happiness and longing. 

The Back Story

After 8 months, I was finally going to do it. I had a huge secret crush on the local barista guy who attended another high school than I did. I had never even told my sister because I had always felt he was out of my league and that keeping the crush to myself was better. I frequented the coffee shop where he worked two to three times a week.  I was the quiet, shy twin then, and my sister was the outgoing, confident one.  I was too late. The day I was ready to make my move and ask Tae Hyung to hang out and I was just too late. When I walked into the cafe that day, I saw her flirting and writing her phone number on his arm. It was a done deal. I stopped going to the cafe, and I gave him up. 

After two months, I returned from a summer volunteer program for rising seniors. It was a great escape, better than watching my sister and my crush fall in love. I had just arrived. I walked through our living room and into the kitchen to cook dinner for my sister because our parents were out of town for the week on my return.

“There you are. That was a fast shower…” I recognized that deep, warm voice from anywhere and my skin tingling, feeling his warm breath against my neck. I froze, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest; my ass aligned perfectly against his crotch; I could feel he had a semi-hard-on. I nearly melted into his touch until I felt his lips latch onto my neck, sucking.

“I can't get enough of you…” I spring into action, breaking his hold on me, turning to face him, shoving him away from me as hard as I could.

“What the hell Adri!..what’s with you, we literally nearly fucked on your couch….?” His eyes angry as he recovered from his back making contact with the wall knocking down a kitchen decoration. Wow, I really pushed him hard. 

“I– I– I’m so sorry, I just— I’m not Adri….” I covered my mouth in utter mortification at what happened. I ran past him jogging up the stairs to my room slamming the door shut and locking it. 

“Adri, what is going on…I’m sorry, please just talk to me…” I heard the sounds of his feet running up the stairs. 

“What is going on Tae?”I heard my sister's voice.

“What the hell? Adri? I was just talking with you downstairs, and you were fully dressed; now you're in a towel?” I could hear the panic and confusion in his voice. It was almost humorous.

“Tae! Oh my god! (laughter) My sister! She is home today. I forgot (laughter). Did you think she was me! That happens all the time when we are identical twins…”. I could hear my sister laughing, my heart clenching in my chest.

“Oh fuck…shit…” I heard Tae voice thick with guilt. 

“Baby, what’s wrong…

“Fuck…I thought she was you, no wonder she…wow… she is so strong…damn… I feel terrible…I’m sorry…”.

“What happened tae…?” I heard their steps descend and their voices fall away to whispers. I heard the front door open and close.

Then came the soft tapping on my room door. I open up to my sister standing there in a towel.

“So I hear you met my boyfriend….” I playful smile on her lips.

“So what do you think? He’s so fucking hot right? Who would have known that eye candy was working down the street from us at the local coffee shop!”

She walks in, sitting on my bed, telling me how they met and filling me in on their time together in the last two months. I knew that day in my room I had to let him go. It was no one’s fault but mine; I waited too long. It was also that day that I vowed I would never live in fear and I would take risks. 

Present Time:

Two hours had passed since Tae Hyung was supposed to arrive. I didn't dare text my sister. Maybe he had changed his mind. Hell, I wanted to run out of here every sound I heard, thinking that it was him coming into the room. It felt so wrong, treacherous, crazy what the three of us agreed to do. It felt insane; I was terrified I’d lose them both. Once we did this, there was no going back. Being their surrogate was one thing, but fucking my sister's husband, fucking the one who got away, was a whole other thing. Maybe I should have told her, told her he was the one that got away; perhaps we should have told the family therapist our plan; hell, I should have told my therapist. I should have told my therapist what was being asked of me, that the insemination did not work, and that my sister wanted me to fuck her husband. But she didn’t want us to talk to anyone; she didn't want us to be influenced by people who “just won't understand us''.” Another two hours passed; maybe he was not coming, or they both changed their minds. Any sane person would say that is the best option; they should just adopt or find another surrogate, for fuck sake. 

Then I heard the door open. I clutched my robe more tightly, and he was here. I didn't know what to do with myself; I had already ordered room service because I was hungry and needed to eat my emotions. My sister did not want Tae Hyung or me to drink alcohol or any type of prescription drugs or drugs to make sure “the conception is free of any toxins.” But I needed something to help me relax. I stood at the bedroom door, hearing rustling, the fridge opening, what sounded like ice. Another 15 minutes passed, and I couldn't take it anymore. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the living clutching my rob tightly at my best to ensure that I had no cleavage showing. As I rounded the corner, I saw him sitting motionless, in sweats and a white t-shirt he waves tousled. I watched him bring a glass of caramel-colored liquid to his mouth. I knew it was whiskey on the rocks, his favorite. I strolled towards the adjacent couch, sitting quietly, not making eye contact. What could I say honestly? I had nothing to say other than listen to my heart pounding in my chest. 

“Do you want a drink?” His deep voice breaking the silence but sounding so emotionless, so unlike him. 

“Sure– I’-ll have whatever you are having…”, I answered, still not looking at him. 

“I brought your favorites, do you want mojito flavor or mango?” He asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Thank you - that was thoughtful. We are not supposed to drink right? So I’ll just have a little”, my words are soft and low, I barely recognize my own voice. 

“Y/N, I have already been drinking, and I don’t give a fuck what Adri say’s about this, she doesn;t understand…” His voice was agitated but I knew his tone was not meant to hurt me or directed at me. I chuckled out of nervousness and his whole, “fuck what she said” response. 

“In that case I’ll start with a mojito —-”. I smile, enjoying  a little bit of light heartedness in the moment. It’s when he returned with my drink that I saw it in his eyes. A similar look that must mirror his. Lost, scared and shocked and I saw that his eyes were slightly glazed over. He must have had several drinks before he made it here. And when he handed me his drink I smelled him his amazing cologne and weed, not a bad combo. 

“Sorry I was late, I wanted to make sure I was in the right head space…and I wanted to fuck my wife one last time before anything happens….before….fuck….”. I watched him place his head in his hands. I couldn't help but move to his side, my body standing and then kneeling in front of him, reaching for his hands, pulling gently away, and bringing his head up to my eye level by tilting his chin. His eyes remained closed, my hands cupping his cheeks. I could feel him lean into my touch, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Hey…we are going to get through this together, and it will all be worth it in the end. You and Adri will have a beautiful baby…you’ll get the start of the family you always wanted together…”. 

“That’s exactly what she told me, y/n…god you guys are so much alike….”. He finally opened his eyes, leaning away from me and wiping his tears looking at the ceiling.

“Ok. Let's do this.” I couldn’t help but provide a tight lip smile at the sound of such a transaction. It was raw and painful, and somehow, I felt like I was selling myself at someone else's expense. Then they were this boiling-up anticipation of what I had fantasized about him fucking me relentlessly, and then there was the heavy feeling of guilt and wrongness. I just couldn't get it out of my head. It was so wrong. So So fucking wrong. I followed him to the master bedroom, still clutching my robe and drink. He walked in front of my drink in his hand and bag in the other. 

After laying his bag down he pulls a vape from his pocket, turning it on and handing it to me.

“It will vibrate when it's ready. I grabbed it with my hand, my robe falling open at the top, exposing the swell of my breast, overflowing the purple babydoll bralet. I watched his eyes fall to my chest; I couldn't conceal my rapid breathing, causing my breast to heave up and down. I go to quickly close the top of my robe.

“Don’t. Just leave it like that… Please…”

I nod in silence, feeling the vape vibrate in my hand, raising it to my lips and taking a hit. He watches me. His eyes flicker from my mouth to my breast and back again as he takes large drinks of his whiskey on the rocks. My eyes fell from his eyes to his lips and then to his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob and the veins in his hands flex at how hard he must be holding that whiskey glass. 

There we were, frozen in time, both knowing what needed to happen, terrified to move.

****************** Part 2 coming soon! What do you think?

Master List

[butcherlarry]

Clark Kent Head Canons-Animal Rescue Edition

During my lunch break yesterday, I saw this post about how skunks are only native in the Americas and how someone had to tackle their international college roommate from messing with a skunk when they saw one for the first time. As I spent time in the cooler at work, the idea fermented inside my head of Clark doing the same thing with Kara when she first sees any Earth animal. He knows she's indestructible, but it still gives him a heart attack when he sees her try to befriend a grizzly bear. He also doesn't want to get stinky when she DOES see a skunk. Maybe he has a childhood memory of running into one when he was younger, and getting a tomato juice bath was no fun. Although, I don't think the tomato juice bath actually works, it only gets rid of some of the smell and covers it up with the tomato smell. RIP baby Clark, covered in tomato juice, his super smell was probably going crazy that day.

As I pondered this idea more, I figured the Supers would be fantastic animal handlers, especially when it comes to wildlife rescue (I have been watching too much Urban Rescue Ranch and raptor/bird rescue/rehab videos on YouTube, so that's been on my brain). It would be easy for them to spot and catch whatever animal they've been called out to rescue (super hearing and super vision would come in handy for that). And when taking care of the animals, they would be able to pick up easily on when the animal was stressing out. Plus, x-ray vision to see if there are any broken bones or other injuries! They would also never have to worry about being harmed by the frightened animals since they are pretty much indestructible.

I shouted this idea at the lovely @januariat, and was delighted to find out from them that this is close to being canon in the comics, Clark has a rescue for alien animals in his Fortress of Solitude:

(Thank you for the comic panel evidence januariat!!)

This got my brain going AGAIN. If you are a regular viewer of the Urban Rescue Ranch videos, you know that Ben (the guy who runs the rescue) has a murderous rhea named Kevin. It pleases me to no end to think that Clark also has a murderous alien animal in his FoS rescue. He named them "Lex" though.

This thought awoken another memory in me of a post I read, but this time about a guy who is a husband to a crane, meaning that he works in the rescue/conservation group that's trying to increase this crane species low population. This one female crane (named Walnut) hates all her male crane suitors (the post said that she killed 5 of them. But that might be an exaggeration), but she will do a mating dance with this one human guy instead. So essentially, this guy is "married" to this female crane. They do the mating dance and he'll artificially inseminate her so she can lay eggs. I enjoy the thought that Clark also has a rare female alien animal that he's trying to increase the population of, but the alien animal hates all the males he brings of that species and only does a mating dance she sees Clark. Clark names that one "Bruce" (of course).

Anyway, there needs to be more of this content in the world, whether it's in the DC universe or an AU. Now that I think about it, that would be a cute meet cute for smol Superbat (Damian and Jon). Damian brings in an injured animal for Jon to rehabilitate, and it all builds up from there. Up to you if it's no capes/powers, with capes/powers, an alien animal, or earth animal. I just think it's a cute idea :D

Feel free to add any ideas you have about the Supers and them rescuing animals! I would love to hear them!

[ladylilithprime]

Day 22: Ladies

(Takes place in the Faerie Court of Avalon, NJ series. Donna Hanscum is a selkie sheriff. Amelia Everett Richardson is a veterinarian specializing in magical animals and animal forms. Matthew Pike is their foster son and best friends with Jack Kline Winchester, who is the adopted son of the faerie whose magic helped Amelia transition in exchange for her first born child-- Amelia's suggestion. The child's sire is either John Castiel Novak or James Constantine Novak, who are twins and Sam's husbands, and donated their sperm to the cause by way of artificial insemination.)

I NEVER THOUGHT that I would say I miss morning PT," Amelia Richardson groaned as she carefully eased herself down into the embrace of the large, overstuffed armchair that had pretty much been declared as her chair from the moment she had been invited to move in. They had just returned from another appointment with Meg, an almost 900-year-old dragon woman who had taken charge of Amelia's health care for the time despite technically only being a registered nurse at the hospital. Immortal credentials were hard to transfer over despite the Magical Revelation, but everyone Amelia had asked said Meg was more than capable, which was good enough for her. With a swing by Lighthouse CommodiTeas for a couple drinks and to drop Donna's foster son, Matt, off for a sleepover with his best friend, that meant that Donna and Amelia were going to have the apartment to themselves... and here Amelia was, sore and exhausted and wishing she was still doing the PT from her brief stint in the Marines again!

"Do you really?" Donna asked, eyebrows raised skeptically. Amelia thought about it, then made a face.

"No," she admitted and sighed. "I miss having the stamina to go up two flights of stairs without being winded. Not really looking forward to the long haul effort it's gonna take me to get back in shape after the munchkin pops out, either."

She placed a hand over her extended abdomen and immediately felt the roll and flex as the baby inside her womb shifted position and pressed back. There was still at least half a month to go on the incubation period, and while Amelia had no desire to rush things along and risk the baby's health from coming out earlier than intended, she also knew that she was quite ready to have the whole thing over and done with.

"It'll take longer than you'll like, but it won't take as long as you think," Donna promised with a pat to Amelia's shoulder as she passed. "Hungry?"

"Yes," Amelia admitted, a little sullenly. It felt ridiculous to be hungry when they'd just had lunch three hours ago. "Do we have any salt and vinegar chips left?"

"I got a few more cans yesterday," Donna called back as she disappeared into the kitchen. She was back a moment later with a can of the requested chips and a bottle of the Green Machine fruit smoothie, both of which she handed to Amelia. "Don't give me that look, Meg said to keep your iron levels up for the baby on account of the faerie magic at work."

"I know, I know," Amelia sighed. She obediently opened the smoothie bottle and gulped down a third of it before going for the chips. "So, we have the place to ourselves with the only kid still here being the one inside me... I know I can be a little oblivious, but this feels like a set-up for either a romantic evening or a serious conversation."

"Kinda," Donna admitted, ducking her head a little sheepishly. She dragged the ottoman over and sat down on it in front of Amelia, then lifted the other woman's feet into her lap, gently tugging off her shoes and rubbing soothing fingers over the marks left behind by them on Amelia's swelled feet and ankles. "This thing between us... it's working pretty well, right?"

"Yeah?" Amelia bit her lower lip, wrestling with the sudden spike of anxiety. "I mean, I kinda thought so. I know this... me living here... only really started because I had that dizzy spell right at the end of the first trimester and Meg put her foot down about me living alone while gestating..."

"Charlie would've offered to take you in as a roommate if I hadn't volunteered first," Donna admitted, ducking her head a little. "I almost had to arm wrestle her for it. And it wouldn't have made a difference in our dating, except for the driving back and forth. I kinda worried that you'd think I was jumping the gun, going from dinner out to moving in after just two months, but...."

"But I was already head over heels for you and jumped at the chance to move in with my gorgeous girlfriend, who actually wanted me to move in," Amelia finished with a crooked little smile that probably didn't do anything to hide the way her heartrate had picked up. She hesitated, then added softly, "Sometimes I wonder how things might've gone between us if we'd met earlier... before I was a real woman...."

"You were always a real woman, Lia-love," Donna broke in gently but firmly. "You might not've realized it at the time, but--"

"I was an angry shell of a person trying too hard to be a man because that's what was expected of me even by me," Amelia interrupted, shaking her head. "And as much as it pains me to say... you really wouldn't have liked me back then. I was a complete asshole, too lost in my own pain to care how much pain I put the people around me through. Being a woman... being allowed to be a woman... has made me a better person overall, and being with you just makes me keep wanting to work at being better. Because you deserve the best, and while I don't exactly think that's me, I'm just so damn grateful you're willing to settle for me anyway that I'll keep trying to be the woman you deserve in your life."

Donna's eyes were suspiciously bright as she reached out and fumbled to take Amelia's left hand in hers. She brought it up to her lips for a kiss, then turned it enough to kiss the base of Amelia's bare ring finger. And then, to Amelia's astonishment, Donna brought their twined hands together to touch the little gold locket she wore in the hollow of her throat.

"I showed you what's inside the front cover of this locket, right?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. Nonplussed but feeling the unexpected weight to the question nonetheless, Amelia nodded, heart in her throat. "There's a compartment in the back... behind the engraved iris blossom. It's enchanted to have an expanded interior... because it's where I keep my pelt."

Amelia felt her heart practically slam to a stop in her chest before picking up triple its normal speed in shock. "Didi--"

"I don't expect you to do anything with this information," Donna went on, looking up into Amelia's eyes earnestly. "I keep it here because I never know when I might need to 'fursuit up' for an emergency, and I know you well enough to know you respect that and wouldn't try to hide it or anything... you'd probably bite the head off of anyone who did try and take it, knowing what's in it."

"Damn right, I would!" Amelia choked out, her vision starting to go a bit blurry around the edges. She'd take on anything and anyone that put her Donna in danger! "Why--"

"This thing we have is working real well," Donna said with a slight shrug, squeezing Amelia's hand gently. "I just wanted you to know where it is. So you'll know if something happens and it needs looking after."

The dam broke and Amelia burst into tears, too overwhelmed to do anything but cry and clutch at Donna's hand. She felt her girlfriend - was she her wife now? Fianceé? - lean forwards and draw her into a tender embrace. She collapsed against the other woman's chest and sobbed, choking on a wet laugh when the baby protested the suddenly squished position with a sharp kick.

Thank you, she wept, unable to voice the words properly. I love you. I promise I won't let you down.

And the kiss Donna pressed into Amelia's hair felt like a truer benediction than that of any god.

[gracemarkss]

my biggest issue with chris carter is honestly that i cannot for the life of me pin down what exactly he's trying to communicate about bodily autonomy and reproductive exploitation. these are clearly central themes of the show and he's got a real preoccupation with women's reproductive capabilities especially. the entire plot under-girding the show is an international government conspiracy in which, in order to fend off an alien invasion or develop military weapons or both, women are abducted, experimented on, and impregnated without their knowledge in order to create hybrid superhumans with weird powers; these women are subsequently tracked and then disposed of via an incurable cancer. i think the show generally frames this as an ultimately fruitless effort, which solves nothing and creates more problems than it solves. this project is evil, medical rape is bad, and what's happened to these women is a terrible injustice. the ends - potentially saving the world, or at least some of it, from some sort of apocalyptic event - do not justify the means.

but then you have small potatoes, post modern prometheus, the william plot. we're supposed to laugh at the woman who genuinely believes she's given birth to luke skywalker's baby. we're supposed to feel sorry for the monster, because all he wanted was a female companion. in both small potatoes and pmp, women who lack the ability to get pregnant otherwise, whether due to infertility or no male partner, are impregnated via rape, and both episodes seem to communicate an "all's well that ends well" message because these women wanted children and they got them. the women in small potatoes thought they were having sex with their husbands; the women in pmp were unconscious; the result was children and that was the goal these women were working toward; everything's find. both episodes have comedic, whimsical tones; neither rapist, imo is truly held accountable for their crimes (even though van blundht goes to prison, he basically gets the last word, and while i find him pathetic i feel the episode wants him to be seen as sympathetic - he's such a romantic, women just won't give him the time of day because he's ugly)

with william, carter obfuscates the reality of his conception and presents the possibility that he is the product of csm artificially inseminating scully while she's unconscious. but scully is another woman who wanted a child, thought it wasn't a possibility, and got one anyway. does it matter that she may have experienced a terrible violation in the process?

idk maybe i'm missing something vital, but i can't figure it out. i can't parse what he's trying to say about these themes that are so central to the story he's writing. rape is bad when it's the government but ok if it's a lonely sad sack guy, especially when it results in pregnancy and the victim really wanted a kid? women should be ok with pregnancy regardless of how it came about?

i feel like carter views women's reproduction as though it's magical or divine and not a basic biological process that exists everywhere in nature (one that in humans does indeed make women vulnerable to exploitation and violence; controlling women's bodies and reproduction results in a great deal of power and that's why governments, cultural institutions, and individual men have been trying and largely succeeding in doing so for centuries - this is a basic aspect of patriarchy). other people have talked about their interpretation of shades of the madonna-whore complex visible in his writing and the hang ups he seems to have around female sexual desire. what's the difference between the women who are abducted as part of the project, who are framed as victims, and those who are violated in sp or pmp, who are framed more as people to be laughed at, and not explicitly as victimized? what's the difference between the men involved in the project, and van blundht and the monster? why are non consensual pregnancies even utilized as plot drivers in these episodes at all? what are they adding? what is he saying?? it just ends up feeling really gross to me.

this is obviously a fraught and sensitive topic. it's just that these themes are so vital to the overall plot of the show and i feel insane that i can't pin down what we're supposed to take away from them, because the messaging imo is so inconsistent and contradictory. maybe there are no answers and this is just a result of sloppy and insensitive writing as a result of the cc and most of the writers room being men and failing to really grasp the magnitude of these topics.

[moviegroovies]

*shows up to the ghostbusters fandom after approximately 4653242345436 years of radio silence with 1500 words of my messy toxic dana/peter/ray thesis*

timeline: peter and ray meet at columbia in the 70's. they form a long-standing, on again/off again situationship and are lowkey the unspoken loves of each others' lives. around the time that ghostbusters starts up, ray grows tired of the status quo (never content with taking the scraps of peter's affection while he gives no concessions to ray in his pervasive womanizing) and peter meets... well, the other love of his life. maybe.

dana barrett.

they see each other for a few months, until she breaks it off when he starts to take her for granted (treating her the way he treats ray? anyone?), and ray puts his foot down around the time of the inevitable rebound game that peter always tries to play. so peter's alone, for really the first time since college, both of the people he loves best having told him that the way he loves is unacceptable (and it was!). maybe he even does some self-reflection to this tune. dana marries andre wallance, and they're well suited... for a while. well, they have work in common. not much else, it turns out. it's at this time that dana starts to realize that she may never have been interested in men at all, which doesn't immediately become the problem she fears that it might; they only rarely have sex, and it gets easier and easier for her to make excuses. he has affairs--other musicians--and she doesn't even have to pretend not to care. the realization that it genuinely doesn't affect her makes dana more sad than the fact that her husband is stepping out on her on a weekly basis. she gets a little wistful. and at the same time... she does want a baby.

andre doesn't want the strain on his career. dana can drop out, if she wants, but (and he does respect her somewhat as an artist) it'd be a damn shame, wasting talent like hers on something as mundane as motherhood. furious and hurt, dana packs up and leaves--and doesn't really know where to go afterward. her first thought is peter--she even kind of surprises herself with that one. only, when she tries to get in touch with him, she meets egon instead... he himself being a little fed up with venkman at the moment (these being the early days of his relationship with ray, in which peter is an undeniable spectral presence, no matter how much ray knows egon deserves better than second-best). when she explains her situation, he proposes an obvious solution: leave him. there are other ways to conceive a child. artificial insemination, and so forth. lonely, a little sad, and starved for companionship, dana proposes over a bottle of wine that they just... do it the old-fashioned way. he's a little surprised, but takes her up on it--not being overly constrained by societal restrictions and not opposed to pleasure-seeking on occasion. when she wakes up, dana feels somewhat foolish, but egon is courteous with her. she goes back to andre, who didn't even know she left. she tries to make it work for several more months, but in her heart it was over from then on. when dana finds that she is pregnant, she knows two things: that the baby is egon's, and she's not disappointed by that.

andre is offered a job in england and tries to move her there. dana refuses, but they don't part badly; he doesn't want custody (not with his career shaping up the way it has), and she doesn't bother telling him that the baby isn't is.

then, you know, ghostbusters 2 happens. poor oscar gets involved with vigo, and in the aftermath, dana does tell egon that he's a father. he doesn't grow paternal, exactly, but he does insist on paying her child support (though dana insists it isn't necessary), and follows oscar's life in a distant, but affectionate way. peter and dana reunite, and though they don't pick up their romantic relationship, she does appreciate the change in him. years later, andre comes back from england, perhaps with a new society wife, perhaps with a plateau in his career, and gets it in his mind that he wants to be a father to oscar. dana rejects the notion pretty soundly; incensed, andre challenges her in court, citing the lack of a male role model in "his" son's life and even potentially uncovering information about dana's sparse lesbian affairs, though she's kept them incredibly low-key for fear of exactly this. she actually does think about bringing egon in and petitioning the court for a dna test, but fears his recent shacking up with ray stantz might hurt her case rather than help her--instead, who to call but her old flame, peter venkman.

they get married (a sexless, but affectionate, lavender marriage) over the course of the custody battle, partially to throw off suspicion, partially for security. venkman has mellowed out somewhat, loves oscar and is good with him--even as he's growing up into somewhat of a sullen, rebellious teenager--and, rather than leveraging their positions into a resurrection of their past physical relationship, respects dana's sexuality and autonomy and cheerfully encourages her to pursue the women she falls in with. after things calm down a bit, dana has a couple of flings with some younger women and colleagues; venkman very quietly never takes advantage of their open marriage. maybe it's the catholic in him--he still sees it as a sacred thing. they all start to get used to a new normal, an acceptable stasis... and then, egon leaves.

he leaves everyone, of course, no notice, no warning, but he especially leaves ray. his bed is empty. in one blow, he loses his colleague, his husband, his second-oldest friend. and like dana, he's left with no one to turn to but peter venkman.

(this is the part that makes me crazy. hi.)

ray shows up at their apartment drunk, jealous. on the worst day of your life, how do you react to the fact that your 20-year situationship/the great love of your life (husband be damned), who you gave up on because he would never marry you... settled down and got married? and is an upstanding and loyal husband to a woman you know is a lesbian? so maybe it was just you he couldn't love?? dana, to some extent, is always THAT BARRETT WOMAN to ray, no matter how much he likes her on a personal level, or how guilty that lingering seed of resentment makes him feel. when they first met, she was just another fling to pull venkman away from him, and it's hard for him to acknowledge that over two decades, she's become a lot more than that. there's hurt on peter's side, too: ray, remember, cut him off. he, too, saw (sees?) ray as the love of his life. and it's not ABOUT his pain right now, not when he's long acknowledged that spengs was good for him (right up until, well, this)... but it is sort of a power moment for him, the knife handed back. egon left. it wasn't ray's fault, but it wasn't supposed to be like this with egon--peter's the one who was always going to leave him, but here he is. he's not going anywhere. and ray wants him--needs him--to make it stop hurting, but peter... is married. a great joke that cuts ray open; peter venkman, the monogamist. anger, from venkman. ray could have had this, but he didn't want it. [want him.] ray was protecting himself. peter, pretty tired of that line--how'd that work out for you?

and it's dana who steps in, who recognizes something in ray's pain, who tells peter to have mercy. who suggests an overdue consummation of their marriage. ray's a little cruel about venkman's blushing virginity. he doesn't want dana, but understands pretty quickly that if he wants peter, he gets her too. and even once it's in motion, the ugliness doesn't go away; peter needs ray to admit that he always loved venkman best. wants him to apologize for marrying spengler. and ray... maybe he would, but he needs something back. he needs venkman to affirm that he loves him more than dana, who is IN. THE. ROOM. would he? could he? and dana... she's not jealous for venkman necessarily... not in the way that ray is. she does pity ray, commiserates with ray to a degree. and she's been where he is. but. she has had certain things taken from her, and threatened against her. peter and dana's understanding protects not only her, but her custody of oscar. ray didn't show up here to threaten that, but he's callous in his grief, selfish, even, and... he could. and venkman's trying to keep it together even as this situation threatens to tear him in two, because he loves ray, he's always loved ray, but he loves dana too, and he conceives of this marriage as a legitimate one. and dana... i don't think she would think it on a conscious level, but suddenly ray has made her think that she owes peter something to stay for...

i'm sorry if anyone came to this thinking there would be an end for it. just. danapeteray. food for thought.

[kitchenisking]

July Fic Rec

Guys I'm so sorry! Its been crazy couple of weeks and you guys get two for one cuz I'll be posting the Augest fic rec next! again guys I'm sorry and enjoy the recs😘

The Price by theroguesgambit - (Rating: Mature, Words: 18452, sterek)

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

loving him is red by allhalethekings - (Rating: Mature, Words: 14915, sterek)

“Who’s that?” Stiles asks, eyes not leaving the table.

“Who?” Scott asks, following Stiles’s line of sight. “Him? That’s Derek Hale. And you better forget about him. He doesn’t date."

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 124597, sterek)

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Waxing by Tulikettu - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 41237, sterek)

The Hale land in Beacon Hills is being contended. Derek needs to prove he's not going anywhere. And the best way to do that, according to Deaton, is to have an heir. 

But they don't just grow on trees.

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13838, sterek)

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away.

Stiles.

Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed.

But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is.

And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Logistics of Traveling with Werewolves by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 11357, sterek)

The pack attends the National Werewolf Association Conference for the first time since they got their shit together. Derek doesn’t like being away from home, or facing people from his past. Stiles does his best to help out… without letting his feelings get in the way. It's harder than he thought since they’re sharing not only a hotel room, but a bed.

So Stiles just texted Derek... by MyOwnParabatai - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1817, sterek)

So, Stiles and Derek finally get together after a run-in with witches, but things are moving a little too slow for Stiles' taste...so what does he do? What Stiles always does best, of course! Dive in head-first and see what happens!

He's Everything You Want (he's everything you need) by LadySlytherin - (Rating: Mature, Words: 5797, sterek)

If you asked Peter Hale, he'd tell you that there wasn't much that surprised him.

Stiles Stilinski? He was on the list of things that had.

Safe by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 974, sterek)

“Where is he?” Stiles rumbled, glancing at each member of the pack in front of him, before settling his incinerating gaze on one person he once considered a brother. “Tell me, Scott, where is my husband?”

Daddy's Boy by Snare - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2822, sterek)

Stiles has been blushing around him all week, sputtering and cheeks going red. It’s only after a pack meeting when Derek finally sees the soft pink lace peaking out from under his waistband.

[elmleif]

Once their final guests departed, Saoirse and Cillian were visited by Father Winter and they spent the rest of their evening opening up gifts under the tree. What Saoirse didn’t know though, was that Cillian had one last gift for her waiting upstairs. When the pair head up to their room to get ready for bed, he presented her with one final surprise that night; a fertility potion. They agreed this is their last ditch effort before opting for artificial insemination since Saoirse has a lot of anxiety surrounding doctors, and she knows how physically taxing the more intensive treatments can be after watching Kimber go through it. Though their week had started off very rocky, Saoirse felt that her Winterfest couldn’t have ended any better. She had the most thoughtful, considerate husband that knew exactly how to salvage their first Winterfest and make it the most special for her.