#so I literally am just sitting here. nauseous from hunger. not seeing anything to eat

[littlest-bugz]

I hate being impoverished and being a picky eater at the same time. Bc what do you mean there’s nothing to eat?? There are perfectly good pickles, two week old strawberries, and a questionable beef and rice mix- All of which I could eat, but the thought of doing so for any of the above!!! Makes me more sick than the hunger!!!

[sasarahsunshine]

Vampire Omega Reid gets pregnant by another Vampire {it was a drunken one night stand} and his pack are very protective of him. He has a big belly during his bat form and Hotch let's him sleep in his mug since he couldn't fit in a cup due to his big belly.

I am seeing a common theme with some of my asks recently, and that's that we all love the idea of a pregnant Spencer <3

Didn't mean for this to turn into a whole freaking blurb but here we go! Standard 18+ just in case. Hotchreid cause I can. TW: Mpreg, depression, anxiety, A/B/O adjacent Vampire stuff. Enjoy!

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Spencer Reid should know better. Spencer Reid- Doctor Spencer Reid- is smart enough (a literal genius) to know better. Condoms break. One-night stands end without numbers exchanged or real names learned. He should have known better.

He didn't mean for this. He didn't want this.

He doesn't even know who the father is. No name, no number, nothing but blurry barely-there memories of a handsome Alpha who charmed him into his bed. Fuck.

He debates on getting rid of it: the fetus, the bundle of cells that don't even have a heartbeat yet. But when he's sitting on the dingy motel room bed, the hard mattress under his crossed legs as he stares at the positive pregnancy test he's been carrying in his bag for the past week, he realizes he can't do that. Not because he's scared (he's not scared, he's a freaking FBI agent! He's not scared, no sir), but because... well maybe he's a little scared.

And these feelings of indecision, of fear, shame, embarrassment, depression- they keep cropping up as the weeks pass by. He cries himself to sleep most nights, clutching his pillow to his chest, hiding his face in the blankets, and wondering how did this happen?

It's when he's about three months along (12 weeks, his mind supplies) that someone else seems to finally notice. Not that he wasn't acting totally weird and out-of-the-ordinary for himself anyways, getting cornered by everyone at least once as they drilled him.

"What's wrong, Spence?"

"Hey, Pretty Boy, what's on your mind?"

"Reid, if there's anything going on you know you can tell me."

"Hey kiddo, we're all a little worried about you."

"My baby genius, you're not doing the talking thing. What's wrong?"

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He managed to avoid them until now, though he wasn't sure why he was avoiding them. It wasn't like he could keep his pregnancy a secret forever. Because, logically, they would have noticed the serious drop in caffeine intake, the increased hunger, nausea, and finally, the eventual weight gain. It didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together.

It was about time when the whole team (sans Garcia) managed to corner him on the jet. He had almost nodded off, his chin resting in his hand, eyes slipping closed as the rumble of the engines lulled him to sleep, when the couch dipped and shifted beside him. He peeked open his eyes to see a very concerned-looking JJ. Right behind her were Derek and Emily, the two of them standing in such a way that blocked him in. No escape.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"Spence," JJ started, her eyes filled to the brim with sympathy and concern, shimmering in the low light of the cabin. Her hand reached out and took his, squeezing it, "Please tell us what's going on."

And the damn floodgates opened.

Stupid hormones.

Spencer's shoulders trembled, his lower lip quivering as he tried to rein in his emotions to no avail. Tears slipped from his eyes as he looked between his team members. He could hear Rossi and Hotch approaching, the two older Alphas making sure to keep enough distance as to not frighten the already spooked and emotional Omega (which Spencer was grateful for, even though the sudden urge to be held by a certain Alpha was overwhelming).

JJ leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Her instincts were on high alert, fingers carding through his hair in a calming manner, a rumble escaping her chest to ease him. And he just sobbed, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Honestly, the first clue should have been how he had pulled away from everyone. Omega Vampires need to feed from Alphas to get the nutrients they need (especially when pregnant), so when Spencer stopped going to Hotch and Derek for his regular feedings, they should have known.

Maybe they did.

He just didn't want them to scent the change in his hormones. The Alphas would have known right away if they got close enough.

He could feel Hotch's eyes on him from across the aisle. And he knew that there would be a lot of explaining to do.

But telling his boss, "I slept with another Alpha that I met at the bar because he looked like you, and now I'm pregnant," wasn't exactly something he looked forward to.

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Thankfully, Spencer never had to explain himself. Nobody pushed. Everyone gave him his space to speak as much, or as little, as he needed to on the matter. Derek did offer to find the Alpha who knocked him up ("I just want to talk to him, Pretty Boy."), but Spencer just shook his head.

And as the weeks stretched on, his pregnancy becoming more and more noticeable by the day, he was finding himself feeling... odd. Still ashamed, still upset that it happened at all. But also kind of excited.

Garcia was obsessively flittering about him every chance she got. She bought way too many baby items, not that Spencer could really complain. He had no idea what he needed, so it was kind of nice to have someone dragging him around the fancy baby boutiques and getting all the high-end items he could possibly need. "Nothing but the best for the tiny genius you have in there!" She would say as she motioned to his growing stomach.

In his eighth month, it was sometimes easier to just be a bat. Especially because nothing was comfortable. Everything ached from his feet and ankles to his back and shoulders. Clothes were ridiculous. And eating was a nightmare because only one person seemed to not make him nauseous- and that person was off-limits.

So that's how he somehow found himself in Hotch's office, curled up in a mug, a tiny blanket (courtesy of Garcia) covering him as he slept for the millionth time that day. Gosh, he was always tired.

Hotch would pause his work every few minutes to check on Reid. He had noticed how the young Omega had attached himself to him, how could he not? And the Alpha wanted nothing more than to protect him, cherish him, and take care of him. He just wasn't quite sure how to bring it up. Especially when the Omega was overly emotional with everything going on.

He tapped his pen on the paper a couple of times, watching the rise and fall of the little blanket (more like a cloth) that covered the mug. Spencer had been getting sick when trying to feed from Derek, but seemed fine with Hotch's blood, he noticed. He wondered if there was a psychological reason behind that, or if it was chemical.

When the little bat stirred, sticking his head out from under the blanket with a cute yawn, Hotch smiled. He bit into the pad of his own thumb, offering it to the tiny Spencer (who looked ridiculous being this pregnant, rounder than a beach ball Emily had said).

Spencer didn't hesitate in his sleepy state, climbing out and attaching himself to Hotch's thumb, feeding from the pin-prick bite that marred the skin. He was so cute.

Hotch smiled to himself, resting his chin on his opposite fist, watching as Spencer slowly came to himself. The next few months were going to be interesting, he realized. Once Spencer had his pup, the team would be rather overbearing (not that they weren't already). And Hotch wondered then if Spencer would ever let him get close enough to help raise the baby. Because as he watched Spencer shake out of his sleepy mind, stretching a little before moving to the edge of the desk and shifting back to his human form, he realized he wanted to be with this Omega in a way that wasn't appropriate for him as his boss.

And when Reid leaned against the desk, a soft smile on his face as he murmured, "thank you," for allowing him to nap there, Hotch felt a pull at his heart.

Now wasn't a good time to bring this up, he told himself. But soon.

"You're welcome, Spencer."

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Tagging some people who might like this! @tobias-hankel @sparklinspence @goobzoop @thaddeusly @merpancake

[writing4lovebangtan7]

Note to Self: Bring Cold Medicine [BTS Imagine] Part 4

Line up: Reader X Bangtan (yes all of them)

Genres: fluff, sweet, friendship bonds (I wanted to write something adorably sweet)

summary: you are a Korean translator from america and project coordinator with BigHit, you have an idea for a future project with all seven of the group members and are staying over to begin the process of laying the ground work and preparing to start, you have previously been on a run episode with the boys teaching them art techniques, now, you wake up sick, and waddle your way to the living room wrapped in a blanket trying to plan your escape so you  can recover, but the biggest boy band in the world has other plans.

I don’t have a window, so light shouldn’t be streaming in. What I wake up to is not sunlight and soft magical music that tells me I’m better. Instead I wake up to the feeling of hunger and the light of my phone going off. Blaring some annoying ringtone, I set it to. With a killing vow, I open my eyes and lift my hand to pick up the phone and answer it.

“hello?”

“ah y/n-sshi, are you okay?” its one of the managers, checking in I guess

I tell them I’m okay that I’m just come down with the flu.

“that’s not good at all! the boys told us you gave them the project and they are working on it as we speak, are you unable to join them at this moment?”

I tell them I can, I’ll just need a moment to ready myself and gather my notes.

“wonderful! Im sure you would be happy to know that according to the group, you slept a good portion of yesterday onto this evening”

Evening? I had fallen asleep at 1 yesterday, how was it already the very next day?

I don’t have time to say anything due to the loud rumble my stomach makes.

“thank you, I will be going to join them now”

“please take care of yourself, y/n”

I tell them I will and hang up, looking at the plushies I ask them quietly to not make fun of me for look like hell. Chuckling to myself I get up and gather a new change of clothes, I’m hungry, dizzy and still a little nauseous thanks to over sleeping. Before I head out to find the shower, I take more of my cold medicine, the recommended dose is only two every four hours and to not exceed eight doses. The regular over the counter medicine that is easily self-prescribed if you know what you are dealing with.

Naturally I got exactly what I needed. Feeling like time was short, I waddle to the bathroom and take a hot shower. I chuckle to myself thinking that if this was a comedy, one of the boys would knock on my bathroom door and shout for me while I’m comedically exposed behind the sheer wet glass.

I hear a knock and I flinch while under the hot steamy shower. I really wish my wild imaginations wouldn’t come true like this because things would get really hectic.

“noona?” oh my god its Jungkook, why is he in here?

“oh she is showering we need to leave now” there was namjoon’s voice

              I don’t say anything because I’m to done with my situation. My skin feels to good under the hot water for me to want to leave now. However, I hear the door close and I feel safe again. For some reason I was vary worried the boys might open the bathroom door to look for me. Frankly, I would have been very pissed if they did. I was not hired to be a convenient stage show for them. So I would be raising all kinds of hell should I feel any kind of uncomfortable vibe from the boys at this stage of the job.

              Finishing up, I step out of the steamy shower and dry off. Putting on fresh clean clothes, I check my self out in the mirror. Dark purple hoodie, another set of yoga pants with the text “Strong” across the butt. It made me laugh to wear it and I’m sure the boys would get a laugh out of it too but I made sure my hoodie was big enough to hide my butt. I messed with my hair a little bit before settling for letting it hang down again. The headache would be to much to deal with again today. Finally leveling my gaze with myself, I took a moment to consider my feelings about myself. Everything about myself…today, because of BTS, I was starting to love. I had wondered about the psychology of music and how it truly helps people over come some tough times. My theory is, because BTS has music that makes us say nicer things to ourselves like how jin’s epiphany gives us the moment of “maybe I am the one I should love” forces the negative thoughts aside and gives us a moment to say “maybe…” and that, I think is another reason why so many fans fell in love with the band’s message. It literally forced them to rethink self-love and help them love themselves more. Even if just a little bit, and that speaks volumes to the boys.

              Smiling to myself despite the yucky feeling of being sick. I step out of the bathroom and throw my dirty clothes into the basket by my bed. I know I need to face them, I check the time and confirm that I did in fact sleep for half a day. Yikes is the only thing I can think as I grab a notebook, a sketchbook and some color pencils, pens, and an eraser. I take my phone charger with me as I am walking towards the door. Making my way towards the living room I hear rustling of papers, pencils and some cups being lifted or placed down. Soft mummering voices discussing the concepts for the cards.

              “Yaaa, why would you copy noona like that Jungkook?” I hear jin say as I walk in.

              They startle me as yoongi looks up and makes a small ooh! Noise, they turn so fast to see me that I jump a little.

              “Hey guys” I say in English and chuckle, switch back to Korean takes me a minute because my head starts to pound.

              “I need foo-“I’m stopped by jin before I could finish, he tells me there’s food in the kitchen

Suddenly, Jimin stands up and grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, the boys also follow us and say a lot of things to me excitedly. they told me about their ideas for concepts, game rules and even new games for armies to play with the cards. I couldn’t really understand half of the games so I’m sure I would need to make a more linear process for the new card games. So far, Jungkook liked my beauty and the beast idea but jin and namjoon believed it would not be fair to my original idea.

“No I like it, but for jungkook’s concept I think what you are looking for is Alice in Wonderland Jungkook-shii”

His eyes sparkled as soon as I mentioned the title of the old children’s fairy tale. When I looked down, I realized I was now sitting and there was food placed in front of me. Cooked by our one and only jin. Pancakes, eggs, ham, some noodles, and something else I don’t know what it is but it looks like rice. After my plate is filled by nearly all the boys trying to take care of me carefully. It turns out that it was in fact rice. Jimin was trying to feed me but I stop him with a laugh

“boys I’m still holding my stuff” I say, lifting my left arm that held everything.

Taehyung reaches over and takes my supplies and sets them on the counter closest to the fridge, away from the stove. The boys at this point are now settling down and waiting for me to eat so that they can start telling me more about the plans. I eat this time, slowly, enjoying the flavors now that my tongue can taste but to my deep disappointment. My sickness prevents me from really enjoying the meal. My tongue still has this dull sense of taste, and everything seems to taste the same except for the noodles. I like the texture of the pancakes, fluffy and warm, the eggs were nice and had some seasoning on them. The ham was honeyed which made me sad because I really wanted to enjoy that flavor but after looking at everything over again…

“Jin you didn’t cook this did you?” I say, laughing as all the boys turn and look at him with knowing smiles and he gets flustered.

“I am world wide handsome and you are accusing me of lying?”

“there’s no way you cooked all of this in little time and only because you knew I would wake up ten minutes ago”

They all are holding in laughs and trying to get me to eat more, which, knowing that jin didn’t work so hard to make me anything, I eat everything on my plate despite my stomach telling me to not eat to much. I feel better, my head is now clear, but I feel the feeling of my head going fuzzy. I have no other way of describing the feeling. But after I eat, and the boys assure me that they ate food before I showed up. We go back to the living room and I sit down at the same spot I was at yesterday. The couch still has my blanket there, there’s water bottles where my glass was. Good I’ll need to stay hydrated today. Taehyung brings me my art supplies and they all get back to their respective spots, jin has some color pencils, jimin only has some black pens, yoongi has one single ball point pen. Namjoon has a koya pen with some crayons. Tae and Jungkook are sharing art supplies.

This is going to get really wild soon, I can just feel it.

[ciestessde]

Chapter 13

I cannot dream. But I can sleep.

[Beginning]

Tess is not a morning person in this form -- even when it's not the literal morning. Rejoining her as she is waking up in the mid-afternoon, I discover her thoughts are consumed by the desire to return to sleep; in this moment, she wants almost nothing more than to simply let go of consciousness. Prompted by that, I decide… this "morning"… is a good morning for me to "sleep."

Although I'm still here, inside Tess's body and mind, I do not participate. I am simply… "along for the ride." To not think, after so many hours of consuming information… It is a relief I've found to be similar to resting after a large meal. Contentment.

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Tess stretches. There's a familiar emptiness in the pit of her stomach; one that has nothing to do with hunger. Rather, it is because it is yet another day, and she must spend it, yet again, doing things she dislikes. All in order to get an outcome she desires later on. She wishes, again, that she could return to sleep. She never slept as an Illuniran. They did not require it. But it is one of the many "alien aspects" that she has taken a liking to. She finds it comforting -- well worth the exchange of waking up afterwards. And indeed, as she slides her legs out from under the warm covers, she wakes up fully and all thoughts of sleep vanish, her resentment toward waking fading with each step.

The building is completely silent, as Tess is the only one required to be awake at this hour. Not stopping to eat, she summons the wolf pup to her side so it can accompany her to work. She "found" a job running a little pub -- to help establish a relationship with the locals. It is an easy job for her, and tonight goes no different: Tess serves food and drink to a few late-night customers, easily avoids a brawl breaking out by singing one of her songs, and she cleans the place before her shift ends.

And lastly, she makes a couple sandwiches before leaving -- to start the day's real work…

Which means it's time for me to "wake up."

The sun is setting behind her as Tess knocks on the door of Lucy's house. A familiar face answers, Van Helsing's eye peeking through the crack in the door. When he sees Tess, he disappears inside for a moment, then opens the door just long enough to allow her in. Without a word, Tess walks past the vampire hunter and the sleeping Dr. John "Jack" Seward, entering one of the bedrooms along the hallway.

"I brought sandwiches!" Tess says cheerfully. < As much as the white garlic flowers hanging from the walls and windowsill make me nauseous… I must admit they're pretty. > < The moonlight coming through the window is quite beautiful, too. Especially the way it gleams off of the silver cross on the door- > -Tess snorts a little. Just like she does every time she sees that thing. < I just can't believe they actually think those work! >

She locks the door behind her (can't have any interruptions) and sets the basket down on the dresser. Mina, Lucy's close friend, gets up from the chair next to Lucy's bed, walking over to her. Lucy stirs in her sleep; humming quietly, she sits up in bed and brushes her hair out of her eyes. "You brought our favorites again, didn't you?" Lucy whispers. "Of course~!" Tess hands Mina the two wrapped packages, and Mina takes them back over to Lucy, handing her one. They each carefully unwrap the paper, trying not to get crumbs on anything. Their first bites are accompanied by sounds of approval.

Tess glances at the chair. Normally, she'd have needed to wake them both. "So Helsing is having you stay up to watch her too, now?" Tess addresses Mina. Mina swallows, then admits, "He's getting frustrated. He's still convinced that it's a vampire causing Lucy's health to worsen, but…" She gets a strange look on her face, part guilt and part… resignation, maybe? "Well, of course nothing is working to stop it, so he's resorted to… this." "Mm," Tess nods, "I'm sure the men aren't much better?"

Lucy grimaces. She lowers her sandwich. < I think that's a "no." > "I wish I could tell them. But Dr. Helsing -- Every word he speaks to them, they take as gospel." Tears form in her eyes. "I just-" Mina sets her sandwich on the bed, leans over and hugs her.

< Well, this is uncomfortable. > Tess fiddles with the handle of a drawer on the dresser behind her. "I am sorry it's taking so long to prepare-" "-No. No, it's fine," says Lucy, pulling away from Mina's arms. "I'm grateful for what you're doing for me. Every night you come here, you risk getting caught."

"Yes, well," Tess turns and adjusts the basket, "It's much easier, now, with Mina's help. And, frustrations aside…" she smiles, "Jack only meant to help you by calling Helsing here. I don't hold that man's actions against any of you. "I mean, really," Tess chuckles, turning back with a mischievous look on her face, "how could you possibly have known Jack's old work buddy moonlighted as a vampire hunter?"

"Still, you're my friend just as much as Jack is. And Mina. And… And all of you…" < Oh no. She has that look she wears when she's about to go into an "I'm-sorry/Thank-you"-cycle! > < Nooo! I hate it when she does that! All that repetition! Please cut her off! > Lucy switches her gaze between Tess and Mina, "You're all doing so much for me. I just wish-" "-Alright, that's enough. Eat up," Tess teases, "Or will I be going hungry tonight?" "Oh! Right!"

Quickly (< And yet, still somehow ladylike. I wish I knew how she does that! >), Lucy finishes her sandwich, then holds out her right arm. < No matter how many times I do this, it still makes me feel a little… Well, not annoyed, just… awkward. > Avoiding eye contact, Tess walks over to her. Without hesitation, she takes her arm and bites. But, like always, that feeling of awkwardness disappears when Tess tastes her blood: This body's primal instincts kick in, and, instead, she's struggling to hold herself back from drinking too much.

< It's always so disappointing to not get my fill. > I play Xihrae's voice inside her head: < "Only just enough." > < I know, I know… > < Just enough to continue turning Lucy into a vampire. > < Just enough to keep Abraham Van Helsing frustrated. >

< Just enough to keep Helsing hunting US- > < -so that we, in turn, can hunt HIM. >

Finished, Tess licks the remaining blood from her lips. Lucy pulls the sleeve of her nightgown down, hiding the many pairs of pinpricks in her skin. How Hellsing manages to keep track at this point is a mystery.

"Will it be much longer? Before she turns," Mina asks. Tess walks back to the dresser, lifting the basket before answering, "Probably one more month. We should have the house ready, and Lucy's 'death' should be believable by then. Well. To everyone other than…" Tess doesn't look behind her, but she can feel worry coming from Mina's aura and Lucy's increased sadness. She puts a smile in her voice, "But, like you said. They've gone to this much trouble to help you. I'm certain, when the time comes, that they'll be nothing short of ecstatic-!"

Lucy's desperate voice interrupts her, "-And how long before then? Before… before I can tell them?" Tess hovers in front of the door. She turns, wearing a closed-eyed smile -- and a mischievous smirk. "Not long. It's just a matter of waiting for the right moment!"

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