#where I get eggs and start a new file and my sister trades me the eggs | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

dontshootmespence · 4 years ago

Text

Through It All

Part 27

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,923

Warnings: Anxiety.

A/N: No smut, just fluff!

The birth parents, Ai Campbell and Kyle Richardson, could meet you and Spencer and decide that they didn’t like you as much as they thought, so instead of telling your parents or Diana about the possible new babies, BABIES, you just ask your parents to babysit Charlotte while you have a date day.

Once Charlie’s out the door with your parents you start to get shaky, your legs barely able to hold up your weight. Spencer wraps you in his arms. “In through your nose and out through your mouth. We can do this.”

“What if they don’t like us?” You ask as loudly as your voice can muster. You feel so small, so scared. Your hopes are already up.

Spencer takes a deep breath, clearly a little on edge himself and chuckles. “Well, one, they’d be wrong. We’re amazing. And two, like you said before, it’s either meant to be or it’s not, but we’ll get through it.”

“I want these babies, Spence.”

Reaching into your bag, he pulls out your hairbrush. “We have a few minutes before we have to go. Turn around and close your eyes.”

His instructions pull you away from your thoughts for a moment so you turn around and do as he says, smiling softly when he pulls the brush through your hair. “This always relaxes you.”

“It does.” Nothing puts you at ease more than having your hair brushed.

Minutes flow into hours, at least your body believes it. When you’re finally peaceful, Spencer taps three times on your shoulder and whispers that it’s time to go. As his hand slips into yours, you swallow back your fear and hope for the best.

---

Cradle of Hope practically crackles with electricity. The moment is now. On the way over, Minnie called to let you know that Ai and Kyle were there a little early and excited to meet you both.

Spencer parks the car and comes to your side to open the door, taking your hands in his. “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.” He repeats himself two more times before asking if you’re ready to do this.

You breathe calmly. “Let’s go.”

Inside, Minnie ushers you in and preps you both that way Spencer had prepped you. She just tells you to be yourselves. “Because if they fall in love with who you are, the people right in front of them, you’ll probably get chosen. It’s when people are closed off that these kinds of meetings don’t go well.

After a quick introduction via Minnie, she leaves the four of you alone. Ai is barely showing, but she has her hand on her stomach anyway, clearly protective. Just as you are, she’s a little nervous, but Kyle and Spencer take the lead and introduce themselves. “How are you?” Spencer asks. “Ai, how are you feeling?”

“A little morning sickness,” she replies. “But nothing too horrible just yet.” Sitting down on the couch, she cuddles into Kyle, clearly they’re on the same page about this and they love each other. In terms of birth parents, if they choose you, you couldn’t be luckier. “Minnie just said that we should get to know each other. We’ve read your file, but maybe you could tell us a little bit about your lives.”

Spencer gives your hand a squeeze. Your nervous energy is now his, so you tell Ai and Kyle all about how you met at a bar and fell hard and fast for Spencer. He smiles at your words and pulls you close. “We’ve been married for a couple years now and have a beautiful little girl named Charlotte Magnolia. We call her Charlie for the most part. Occasionally Maggie and Spencer calls her little flower.”

“She is,” Spencer continues. “I used to work for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit as a profiler. After nearly 20 years with the Bureau, I decided to start teaching and consulting on occasion so I could be home with Y/N. Best decision I ever made after asking her out and asking her to marry me.”

“Stop, you guys are so cute,” Ai laughs. “Okay, so Kyle and I are really intent on these babies being adopted together. We want them to be wanted by whoever adopts them. Not just they’ll take two because they don’t want to lose the opportunity for one, if you know what I mean?”

“I do,” you reply. “I would be lying if I said that taking on two babies at once didn’t scare the ever-living shit out of me-”

“Me too.” Spencer nods vigorously.

Laughing, you continue. “But we want them both. Having them will complete the family we’ve always wanted.”

Kyle leans forward and opens his mouth, hesitant at first. “Can I ask why you want to adopt when you do have a biological child? Do you think you’ll feel any differently about her as opposed to them.”

Spencer responds immediately, ensuring them that children are children and if they choose you, those babies will be your children in all ways but one.

“As for why adoption, I’ve always wanted to adopt. And although I love the result of my pregnancy, the pregnancy itself was taxing on my body and to be truthful it’s not something I want to put my body through again.”

“With all this morning sickness, I feel you.” Ai takes a sip of water and pulls Kyle back into the couch so she can lean on him. Nearly an hour passes as you trade stories. Almost nothing about the adoption itself, just random stories that allow you to get a feel for who everyone is as people. “Do you have any questions for us?”

Spencer wrings his hands together and leans up, having slouched into the couch over the course of the last hour. “We do. Umm, what made you pick us to meet out of all the files you read?”

“We both like the fact that you already have a baby.” Ai rubs her stomach, a somewhat sad smile crawling across her lips. “I guess it gives us the assurance that you’d be good parents, because you already are. We also liked your FBI background, Spencer. We feel like they’d be safe, which is all we want. Safe and happy and-”

Without meaning to, Kyle cuts her off. “Sorry, babe. We really liked the way you spoke about each other. Kind of reminded us of us. We’ve been together since high school. And although we would like these babies, we don’t feel as if we can give them the life they deserve while still working to cement our own lives.” The last few words catch in his throat and Ai begins to hold back tears.

“How involved would you want to be post-adoption?” You ask shakily. You feel for them. Though you want these babies, you feel awful that they do too and just aren’t in a place to provide for them. “Do you want updates?”

“We’d definitely love updates,” Kyle says, squeezing Ai’s hand. “As often as you would be comfortable. Possibly visits, again if that would be okay with you. But those don’t have to be as often. Probably couldn’t be, especially while in college. Is that something you’d both be okay with?”

Nodding, you reach across the table separating the two couches and wrap your arms around Ai’s neck. She’s full on crying now. You don’t know what else to say, so you tell her it’s going to be okay and no matter what happens things are going to work out. “We definitely want them to know that they’re lucky enough to have four parents that love them.”

Kyle pulls Ai in for a hug and soon enough you’re all at least a little bit teary eyed. There seem to be a few whispers between them before he responds. “Ai, yea?”

She nods.

“We choose you. We want you guys.”

Your quiet stream of tears becomes a raging waterfall. “Thank you,” You cry. “We promise they’ll never doubt how much they’re loved.”

---

Once it truly settles in that you’ve been chosen the panic starts to settle in. Less than a year from now, your little family of three will become a family of five. Two newborns at once? Twice as many bills? Three children under the age of three? It’s both exciting and vomit-inducing. Obviously, it’s what you and Spencer both want, but you will have to go through that period of uncertainty again, where you question every decision you make as a parent and a human being.

For nearly a month, you and Spencer busy yourselves with reconfiguring the apartment to accommodate two babies. There’s a small office across the apartment where you move Charlotte, so that her old bedroom, the larger room, can hold two cribs. In the midst of trying to put everything together you have a little bit of a breakdown about how cluttered everything feels, which leads to you and Spencer discussing the possibility of a move into the suburbs once the babies are ready to transfer into big kid beds.

So much is happening at once and despite wanting to take your time with each other, quickies in the morning become the norm. Eventually, you’ll both settle into the building anticipation and get back to your preferred sexual routines, but neither of you can focus at the moment and with all the preparations and nervousness you’re too tired to do anything but snuggle.

“Should we tell Charlie about the babies?” You ask, basking in the afterglow for a brief moment before pushing yourself up. “I mean I know Ai and Kyle could still back out, but I have a good feeling.”

“And we don’t want to leave her blindsided anway,” Spencer says, pulling on his flannel pajama pants. “How about over breakfast?”

In agreement, you grab Charlie from her room and let her pick an outfit before bringing her out to the table, where Spencer already has some eggs ready for her. “Charlie, Mommy and Daddy have something special to tell you,” Spencer starts, his voice constricting. Somehow, through all the unsubs he talked down and all the times you and he have done everything under the sun, he finds himself at a loss for words in front of your barely two year old.

Crouching down, you meet her at her level and hold her little hand. “There’s a mommy out there, kind of like me, who has two babies in her belly. But she can’t take care of them, so she asked Daddy and I to take care of them. You’re going to be a big sister.”

Try reading a 21-month-old. It’s hard. Even Spencer looks baffled, though it looks like the gears in Charlie’s sweet little head are turning. “Babies?” She asks pointing to your stomach.

“Not my belly, baby. They’re in another lady’s belly and she needs help so the babies are going to come here and be your little brothers or sisters.”

A small smile forms on her face. “I help?”

“You can absolutely help with the babies!” You say excitedly, thankful that her reaction wasn’t worse or even non-existent. “You’re going to be a great big sister.”

Without a word, she jumps off her seat at the table and runs into her room only to come out moments later with a baby doll in hand. “I help.”

Bending down, you kiss the top of her head and pick her up, sandwiching her between yourself and Spencer. “Best big sister ever,” he whispers.

@heycasbutt @ultrarebelheart @katherineisagubler @proud-slytherin-ghost @randomwriter23 @fandom-queen67 @sixx-sic-sixx @xqueenofthecraziesx @aofay02 @groovyreid @criesinreid @jdougl-love @xreider @cringeemospntrashassbutt @prettyboyeffect @prettyboyreid @themanip @spencerreidsthings @augustgraceful @whollytaciturn @prisonreid @factualfic @jasmine-negron @snitchthewitch @ellabobella051419 @crazyforsstuff @kaatelyyynn @jane-dough @dreatine @bitter-post-millennial @adlerorzel-blog @hallieedrew @psychedelephantt @krisymccall996 @4ueijos @mclaujac @ray-likes-starwars @nurseemilyblog @slightlyvicked @she4567 @guesswhosback129 @princessdolan @happycreatorfangirl @fallwhisper @nyemadowell @sammy-jo1977 @sin-bin-and-tragedies @imsuperawkward @ahhahahaheehee @crispygiantsaladgarden @reputay-swift @pizzarollsfordayz @andiebeaword @timey-wimey-lovi @garbagecanfics @friedparadisetale @dereksbetaa @idontevenknow2 @holyfishloverfarm @nohemi2500 @typeshitbih @sadgirlhan @kmc217 @bigbuttsowhatuniverse @charmedfandomgal @im--blushing @dangerouspersonllamabagel @fichoe21 @yes-sir-hotchner @thefandomallrounder @mrsenos08 @walkerchick007 @letsdisneythings @winchesterqueenie @specialagentleigh @spn-wheresthepie @haileymew @bitchyoulied @geniusgub @urdicksmol @6lack6erry @slutlanna976 @downondilaudid @baileysb1tch @la-vie-en-amour1 @letsdoit-tomorrow @eideticprettyboydrreid @lazynoodledragon @shybaby231 @aimzonicles97 @grace-superpowers @softestlavender @ssa-dr-ladylock @drprettyboy @patricks-fabulous-face @tearosaria @shxdowofdarkness @marvels-gurl @gublergirls

#through it all #the most natural thing in the world #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #dontshootmespence

73 notes · View notes

ellebeebee · 8 years ago

Text

2.537

Part Three

Part One || Part Two

Phrixus Jaril, 13, moves to the Citadel at a delicate age: namely, the peak of his teenage angst. He doesn’t expect much from these rich Citadel kids. But then he meets the Ryder twins, and all their friends, and realizes that he may have been a wee bit wrong about things. His relationship with Mira Ryder evolves over the years, and he never expected things to end up the way they did.

2942 words, Female Ryder|Sara Ryder/Original Male Turian Character, teen rating

AO3

“Mira, c’mon. It wasn’t that bad. Really. Just come out.”

“No! You don’t know– you weren’t even there.”

“I was there for part of it.”

A long pause. In which Mira was probably making a hilarious face or punching herself or something. Forta sighed again, and rolled his eyes (again). He stood at his sister’s door, jabbing half-heartedly at the panel that had been locked tight all morning. Leaning against the hallway wall, Phrixus shifted his weight. His mandibles twitched uneasily. He held a plate of levo eggs and a glass of water.

He felt strung out and tired, with only a few restless hours of sleep. When the sleep cycle had ended, Forta had come into the living room finally, and Phrixus got up with relief. They’d made breakfast and waited a couple hours for Mira to get up. When she didn’t show, they messaged her. When she didn’t answer, they got worried and found her door locked.

Phrixus nudged Forta and nodded to the door. Forta shrugged, threw up his hands, and backed away.

“Alright!” he said loudly. “I’m going, but if you starve to death in there I’m taking all your stuff! And I’m not telling Grandma you’re dead, so I can steal your five-credit birthday card.”

Mira didn’t reply, and Forta walked off down the hall.

Phrixus stood before her door for a long, silent moment. Then he gently tapped on the faux-wood inlay of the door with the edge of the plate in his hand.

“Mira? It’s me.”

Another drawn-out and super dramatic pause.

“Hey,” she finally said.

Phrixus exhaled, something in his carapace loosening. “Um, you know…”

The silence in the hall pressed down, the presence behind the door and the shadow in the gap at the bottom making his throat tight.

He tried again. “Hey, if you want to, well. You know, just forget about last night– that’s okay.”

The shadow at the gap twisted. He breathed into the pause and shifted his weight. His spurs were numb.

The door slid open a few centimeters. Mira looked up at him.

“I don’t want that,” she said quietly.

Phrixus blinked at her. His mandibles waved in vague little circles. He opened his mouth, closed it. Avoiding her wide eyes and her flushed face, he looked down.

“Here,” he muttered. He pushed the plate of eggs and the water toward her. “You’re probably dehydrated.”

“Thanks,” she said.

They looked at each other until Phrixus turned away with a cough. “Okay, well. I gotta go– There’s a thing– anyway, see you later?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He scratched his neck, lingered a touch too long, and then he nodded as he went down the hall.

“Wait.”

He stopped and looked back at her peeking around the edge of her door.

“You don’t want that right? To forget…”

“No,” he said.

She blinked, biting her lip. “Oh. That’s good. Uh, call me?”

“Yeah.”

He left the Ryder apartment, ignoring Forta’s stupid face, and only half-way trying to stop the grin he wore down the street and all along the tram ride home.

He will never understand how news spread so quickly. But by the time he went back to school, everyone seemed to know that he and Mira were a Couple™. Which was funny, because the last time he checked, he certainly didn’t know that, or Mira either. Or maybe they did? Well, they talked the evening before, after she napped and got rid of her headache (and they were both significantly less nervous). They made plans to hang out, but– couple? Boyfriend, girlfriend? What? Is that what happened?

The teasing was good-natured, and his own good mood prevented him getting all worked up and prickly as usual. He snapped out the sarcastic returns, but didn’t put any heat in it. Aela didn’t even get under his carapace. Because she was partly to thank for the whole situation. Mira didn’t seem to mind the teasing either, and seemed less embarrassed.

Which was good.

Yeah. It was…

Good.

And then, between programming and galactic history, in a flash that floored him and even later, when he remembered it would still wind him a little– before leaving for her own class, Mira stopped him and tugged sharply on his shirt to get him to bend down and… She tapped her forehead against his. The bridges of their noses brushed. Just like that. Extracting his brain as she skipped away (she wasn’t skipping, more like half-running in giddy horror at her own moxy). But still. He couldn’t think and it wasn’t until someone shoved at him that he got moving again.

Yeah. So that happened, then.

“–just don’t know what I’m supposed to say to him. ‘Oh, the reason it didn’t get filed is because you’re a lazy idiot?’ You know his ego is basically like a baby hanar. Can’t sneeze at it without him crying bloody-murder.”

“Dunno, hun. Kill him?”

“That’s not a solution. That’s an indulgence.”

“Well, I just love to indulge my honey-wunny–”

“Awww,” Calix crooned and leaned over the salad and the casserole to trade a face-caress with Domera. Both of them making stupid noises.

Phrixus silently kept eating, thinking. About a nose brushing his. She was so short, how did she even…

He realized they were looking at him.

“What?” he asked around a mouthful.

“One, gross,” Calix said, wrinkling her nose. “Two, hello? No ridiculous groaning if we even think about touching each other? Are you feeling okay?”

“Do you need to talk?” Domera jumped on. “Is someone bullying you? Who is it? We’ll write them a stiff letter.”

Phrixus swallowed his food, pushing casserole around his plate with his fork. He worked his mandibles for a pause while he thought, digging up the words.

“Uh,” he said. “What would you guys say if I was dating a human girl?”

Forks clattered onto plates, glancing off onto the table and flicking little dressing splatters everywhere. Calix and Domera leaned forward, staring at him. He kept his face carefully neutral.

“Are– are you saying you have a girlfriend?” Domera asked.

He glanced away. “I mean. Yeah.”

“What! Honey, that’s great!”

“Wait- waitwaitwait. Human? Do you mean that Ryder girl?”

“Yeah–”

“Spirits! She’s so cute!”

“Wait, hold on, wait!”

Domera leaped up and went to the fridge, reaching over the top and fumbling all the boxes of cereal and crackers.

“Where are you hiding that cake? We have to have cake!” she called.

“To the left– yes! There!” Calix said “Oh! Should we go get ice cream? Dom, are there candles?”

“Freaking–” Phrixus exhaled loudly. “Would you two quit it?”

“Hush, no one asked you.”

“Yeah. Phrixus Jaril, if you think we’re not going to celebrate every milestone of your life, you are obviously defective and we should take you back to the sperm bank.”

“You–”

“Oh!” Domera exclaimed, putting a half-mauled cake down on the dinner table. She leaned into the table, staring at Phrixus. “You’ll tell us when you lose your virginity, right?”

Phrixus threw down his fork. “I’m going to my room.”

“Aww, c’mooon–”

“Nope.”

He ended up barricading himself in his room, until they smoked him out by blowing wafts of (slightly stale) cake scent underneath the door. The three of them huddled in the floor of his little bedroom with their little plates of cake. He promised to bring Mira over at some point, and no, he didn’t know either of her parents’ numbers or e-mails. He kicked them out when they started taking pictures.

All things considered, it could have gone worse. They could have actually put candles on the cake, and like. Sung. Spirits.

Shortly after, a new file appeared in the apartment’s communal data library. It was unlocked, and labeled ‘DEFINITELY NOT THE LIQUOR CABINET’S PASSCODE.’ Inside were a bunch of infographics and e-pamphlets about safe intercourse between turians and humans. And Phrixus would never, ever, ever (not even on pain of torture) admit to reading all those files.

But that was getting way, way ahead of things.

Or that was probably his moms’ intentions. You learn about that stuff way before you need it. Maybe if he had kids himself he’d know.

Anyway.

Those first bits after they started dating would always be cloaked in this, like, painfully sweet filter.

Once, he went to an in-theater feature of Fleet and Flotilla where you have to dress up, but they serve real alcohol, so it wasn’t terrible. (But the choice in going certainly hadn’t been his.) And when it got to the part at the end, where they separate forever– he didn’t know what came over him. He really never was much for this sappy crap. But he sat, staring at the screen, seeing some fictional bittersweet romance meant to give catharsis, and all he could think about was trading face caresses and kisses with Mira Ryder in between classes. Behind the school’s auxiliary buildings, touching her hair.

The way she laughed as they shared cheap street food and he made some stupid, definitely not as funny as she was making it comment. Sitting on a bench after a ‘oooh-romantic’ walk through the Presidium, playing with each other’s fingers. Hanging around Aela’s, Aela and Forta busy with some video game, and he and Mira sprawled out watching them, her fingers curiously exploring his spurs. The one time they found themselves alone at his place (despite his moms’ best efforts) and they ended up making out until they were both very frustrated, and very confused.

He so often tended to be a sad drunk, and his head would sometimes turn back to those first bits then.

And actually, the more he thought about it, his moms had probably been onto something. Because along with those first bits, things progressed quickly. They didn’t talk about the reason why. They probably didn’t even admit it to themselves, because to admit it would be to admit the approaching danger of an end. Their school was already prepping the turian students for their departure, giving them the study materials for their final evaluations which would be sent on to their bootcamps for placements.

But to admit that they were aware of, and afraid of, that change would be to maybe admit that their relationship wasn’t entirely based on feeling. That maybe they were rushing out of fear.

At the time, he definitely and vehemently refused such an idea. Mira made his stomach flutter, she made him feel good and better, and he wanted to protect her and make her laugh. But later, he would wonder. It didn’t make that painfully sweet filter disappear or anything. Maybe it added to that nostalgia; that with all those innocent and tender feelings of curiosity and fondness, there was also an urgency, an intensity. Everything was changing and they were just trying to keep up.

Also they were teenagers, so of-freaking-course his moms made a sex ed data file for him.

“So vacation is next week,” Mira said.

“Yeah,” Phrixus replied.

He was only halfway listening. They were walking back to the tram station after spending the evening at his apartment; they’d baked this like fudgy turian dessert with tons of chocolate with Domera. They’d suited up Mira with these ridiculous long and yellow protective gloves, and a pair of safety goggles. She still had a red outline where the goggles had dug into her face. Phrixus considered the bonding time a success: Mom had been impressed with Mira’s curiosity about dextro food, and had only made one comment about the safety gear and ‘protection.’

As curfew approached, he’d shuffled Mira out with a minimal amount of Domera’s cooing about their holding hands. He’d let go about halfway, though, to message Forta about leaving for the tram.

“–can come over, because, you know, Dad’s on assignment and Mom’ll be working and Forta won’t be a problem or anything…”

He retook her hand and nodded. “Sure.”

He glanced at her, and paused at the look she gave him, brows raised and eyes a little wide. He wasn’t sure what to make of that, and they were near the tram station, so he just looked up and squeezed her hand a little. And then– what she said hit him and he dropped her hand like one of those fake retrograded pistols from the Arena that didn’t use thermal clips. Overheated.

He stared at her, and she stared back at him. Phrixus’s head whipped around to stare at the people around them. No one was paying them a bit of attention, but he was terrified that the loose crowd was hanging on to their every word. He picked up her hand again, tugging her off to the side of the lane underneath the awning of a closed store.

“Feel free to– you know, whatever if I’m way off, but–” Phrixus said, low and probably too fast. “But, are you saying you want to hang out or– or…”

Mira looked up at him. She was biting her lip, her eyes shifting away and back to him. Away and back.

So they’d gotten the face caress and the kiss down to a near routine (if a routine was meant to cause heart palpitations and flushed cheeks and splayed mandibles on every occurrence). Figuring out the kiss had been… something. His lips didn’t work the way hers did, or his tongue, and the nearness of it, the warmth and the… well. It was. Something. And she didn’t have mandibles, but she’d do this thing where– And there was the time they’d ditched everyone in the middle of a match and their hands had roamed. And then N’tessa’s last week (vids and beer) and their hands had really roamed–

Well.

To say he wasn’t curious, that he didn’t want that, would be a damning lie. He still remembered, at least a couple times a week, how that alley couple had fit together. And he’d done his own, well, research.

But it was just. Uh. A big deal, and like…

They were still holding hands, and Mira squeezed tightly, bringing him back down from orbit. She was looking at him, and then her eyes darted down. But she squeezed his hand and inhaled sharply.

“Well,” she started. “I mean. Yeah, that’s kind of what I… meant. I mean, I’ve never–”

“I haven’t,” Phrixus cut in sharply, clutching at her hand. “Either…”

Looking down, she bit her lip against a smile. She shook her head.

“I guess we both already knew that,” she said.

“I guess.”

He ran a finger over the back of her hand; you could feel the delicate bones there. He cleared his throat, staring at his own hand on hers. He was having a hard time looking at her, too.

He tried again. “But– you want… with me?”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “If you do.”

“Yeah,” he said. “If you do, yeah.”

She rocked back on her heels, an after-image of a smile floating around her face. The false sky was really turning black. The fluorescent light in the awning above them cast each of them in stark relief. She burst out a snort, and started giggling. He did, too. Then he glanced over his shoulder at the people (still ignoring them) walking to their homes or the tram station. He looked back at her, met her gaze, and shuffled her backward into the corner where the shop met its neighbor.

She looked up with her eyes glittering until he stooped into her, pressing their not-meant-to-be-yet-absolutely-meant-to-be lips together. Her arms flew up to cradle around the back of his neck. His hand found the steep curve of the small of her back, straining with the effort to reach him. She was on tippy-toes, he knew.

They parted, wedged into the corner and a breath apart.

“Um,” she said. “I should… probably go– the tram…”

“Right,” he said.

He backed them out of the corner, hands probably permanently glued together now. They resumed their walk back toward the station. The first part of their walk seemed a thousand years ago, before their world-shattering commitment.

When she got on the tram, she sat, and turned to look out the window at him standing on the platform. They waved. And he spent a good long while watching the tram’s taillights disappear through the district.

He wasn’t even a fraction of the way home before he started worrying.

He opened his omnitool.

[phrixus] hey

[mira] hi?

[mira] whats up

[phrixus] did you say your parents will both be gone

[mira] yeah

He paused for a long time, staring at empty air. He’d been to the Ryder place a couple times now. Met her mom, Ellen a couple times. She seemed nice, but busy. She was some kind of big deal scientist with human biotics. The dad, Alec, he’d only met the once. Polite, but kind of gruff. Mira hadn’t been kidding about him being military. One of the first through Relay 314, had been there at Shanxi. Phrixus, if he were being truthful, was nervous that her dad didn’t like him, didn’t like the fact that he was turian.

He didn’t care to imagine being caught with Mira by either of them.

[mira] phri?

[mira] it’s cool if you changed your mind

[phrixus] no

[phrixus] i still

[phrixus] you know

[phrixus] but if you change your mind thats completely fine

[mira] i know

[mira] u okay tho

[phrixus] yeah just theres stuff we have to get

[phrixus] ill take care of it

[mira] i can help

[phrixus] no let me

[mira] if you want

[mira] are you home yet

[phrixus] no

[mira] well be safe

[mira] domera’s probably waiting

[phrixus] yeah

[mira] night

[phrixus] night

#mass effect andromeda #mass effect #fanfiction #sara ryder #turians #my writing #original turian oc #sara ryder/orignal turian character #look at them #i cant even w these cuties now #goodddd they're so nervous and #just #these two

2 notes · View notes

rohitkkumar · 3 years ago

Text

US report concluded Covid-19 lab leak theory plausible

I had thought that this day couldn't get any worse. Boy was I wrong. The whole week at work had been bad and to cap it off my boss, the president of the company, had called me into his office and chewed on my ass for for a mistake made by someone else. Now I get home and find my driveway blocked by my sister-in-laws car. I couldn't even park in front of my own house. The neighbors teenage son must have had friends over. There were cars lining the curb on either side of their house. I had to park three doors down.

I wasn't even sure why I was going to go into the house. My wife's sister Susan and I had never got along since the first day we met. I never understood why, but she seemed to hate me on sight. And I didn't think I was going to get lucky that night anyway. I hadn't had sex with my wife Janice in almost a month. Not for the lack of trying on my part.

As I got to my driveway I spotted the empty garbage can by the curb and drug it around the side of the house and through the side gate. I set the can next to the back door and stepped inside to the kitchen. I could hear music playing in the living room and the buzz of my wife and her sister talking. I reached into the refrigerator and took out a beer. Popping the top, I took a long swig of the cold brew before heading for the living room. Just as I got to the door I heard a sentence that stopped me cold in my tracks.

"God, he fucked me three times today." That wasn't my sister-in-laws voice but my loving wife's.

"Ever since Brandon came back last month I just can't get enough of his cock." I had never met Brandon but I knew that was the name of my wife's ex-boyfriend who had dumped her and moved away.

"So what are you going to do now?" my wife's sister asked.

"Brandon wants me to move in with him so I'll get a lawyer and file for divorce," Janice replied. "This is a community property state so I'll get half of everything."

I had heard enough. Numbly I walked to the back door and retraced my steps to my car. I opened the door and sat behind the wheel. I now realized why I hadn't been getting an pussy. My wife was giving it to someone else. Now she wanted half of everything. The worst part is the state would give it her.

Janice and I had married just three years ago. She had quit her job right after we said "I do." When she was home she never lifted a finger. I paid for a maid to come in three times a week to clean the house and do the laundry. She even cooked dinner for us on those days. The rest of the time either I cooked or she ordered out. Okay, I know what you're thinking, but I was in love and was wearing blinders. Sue me. She had kept me happy by providing good sex. That is up until a month ago.

My mother had died when I was thirteen. Both my father and I were crushed. She had been the center of our lives. It was hard at first but in time we managed to deal with our loss and go on with life. Dad did his best to raise me up right and I think he did a good job. We were very close and it came as a big blow when I lost him to the recklessness of a drunk driver. This happened when I was twenty three, a year before I met Janice.

Dad left everything to me. I inherited close to two and half million. A sizable sum but not all that great in this day and age of dot com millionaires. I had never touched the money, preferring to keep it invested. With the advice of a good broker I was able to make my nest egg grow, even in the current economy. I made enough I didn't have to spend it. And despite Janice trying to spend every dime I made, I had another hundred thousand in savings.

I was in love with Janice and we didn't have a prenuptial agreement. Like many men I was naive enough to think that my marriage would last forever. That mistake meant she stood to take me for almost a million and a half. And for what. For spreading her legs and letting me fuck her. And the state would give it to her. Talk about supporting legalized prostitution.

She had said she was going to get a lawyer which meant she wasn't yet ready to have me served. I still had time to act. I was starting to formulate a plan as I sat in my car. While I was thinking I kept my eyes on the rear view mirror and waited until I saw my sister-in-laws car back out and drive off. I started my car and did a u-turn and pulled back into my driveway. When I walked into the house Janice was no where in sight so I went into the kitchen for another beer. I popped the top and took another long pull on the brew.

"Oh, there you are, honey," Janice said coming into the kitchen. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Hello, dear. Just got home. Been a long day," I replied with a loving smile on my face. I would show her I could be just as good an actor as she was.

"I didn't have time to order anything for dinner," she said with a little pout.

What I wanted to say was, 'That's because you spent your day fucking your boyfriend and telling your sister all about it.' What I did say is, "That's okay, sweetie. I'll just heat up some of the left overs from last night."

Janice gave me a sweet smile and came over and kissed my cheek. "I'm going to go up and soak in a hot bath," she said.

I smiled and nodded. 'Yeah, got to wash all that cum out of your nasty cunt.' When she left I pulled out a box of fried rice and ate it cold as I sucked down two more beers. I tossed the empty container into the trash and went into the den to sit in my recliner. After surfing through thirty channels I settled on an old John Wayne western. Half an hour later Janice came back down and sat on the couch until the movie was over. She stood up and said she was tired and going to bed. 'Yeah, sure, tired from being a fucking cheating whore'. I told her sweetly that I was going to watch the news and then I would be up.

I hadn't really watched the movie. My mind had been occupied mulling over what I was going to do. I knew there was nothing I could do until Monday morning so I just had to get through the next few days. Saturday I worked in the yard and Sunday I played golf with a couple good buddies that I was going to miss. On Monday I called my broker who handled my inheritance portfolio and had him liquidate everything. One good thing about being in upper management was that I could cash in my 401K quickly. Fuck the penalty. By Thursday I was ready to make my move.

https://twitter.com/jamiejbartlett/status/1237020414725042182?lang=en-gThat was all I was going to take. When we had moved into this house I had put everything that was important to me into storage. It wouldn't fit with 'her' decor so there wasn't anything else that I wanted. She had picked out the furnishings and I didn't give a shit about them.

The one good thing is that we were renting the house so I had no money tied up in it. I had recently sold my condo and we were looking for the "right" house to buy. When I say "right", I mean "right" according to her. So far the houses we had looked at "Just wasn't right."

So Friday morning I kissed my wife on the cheek one last time and carried my suitcases out the door. I loaded them into my Lexus and drove away without a single glance backwards. My first stop was to an old buddy of mine, Jake, who I trusted implicitly. He was flabbergasted when I told him I wanted to trade titles for his older model but rebuilt four wheel drive. I told him in confidence what I was doing and an hour later I was headed west. I doubted anyone would connect me to this vehicle and Jake said he would keep the car I traded him in the garage, out of sight for awhile.

For the next four days I paid cash as I went. I had canceled all our credit cards and I wasn't leaving a paper trail. The biggest portion of my money was now safely tucked away in an offshore account with the help of my broker. I had a system set up with my him to arrange a transfer of funds when necessary. I had enough cash, which I hid in the SUV, to last for awhile.

The nights alone in the motels were the worst. For the last week I had been too busy putting my plan into action to really give much thought about what had happened to me personally. I had loved Janice. I wouldn't have married her if I hadn't. I played the what if scenarios through my mind, but in the end I decided that there wasn't much I could have done different. Even if I had known her old boyfriend had returned I don't think I could have kept them apart. I reached two conclusions. The first is that I don't think she really ever loved me. I was just a meal ticket. The second one was that it was my fault for being stupid enough to marry her.

It was my fifth day away from home and I was sitting in a mom and pop diner in a small town in Montana. I was thinking about what my loving wife was doing, as surely by now she had found out that all her credit cards were canceled and our bank account had no money in it. My thoughts were interrupted by an older couple sitting at the next table over. Even though they were talking quietly I could overhear their words.

The man was telling the woman, who was obviously his wife, that he sure wished he could take on another hand. The problem was that until the current calves were ready for market they couldn't afford to hire anyone. Even then there wasn't anyone willing to work for what they could pay.

I gauged the man to be in his late fifties. Though mostly gray now, you could tell that he was born with dark hair. His wife was a striking red haired woman with crystal blue eyes.

I finished the last bite of my meal and stood up and approached their table.

"I'm apologize for eavesdropping on your conversation but maybe I can help you out," I said.

The older man looked me over sizing me up. "I don't see how you could do that. If you heard what we were talking about you know that I can't pay you anything."

"How about if I just need a place to bunk out in trade for my labor?" I asked. His eyes narrowed.

"Colleen, excuse us for a moment while I speak to this young man outside." He stood up and waited for me to follow him. Once we were out in the parking lot where no one could hear us he spun around. I gauged him to be about my height of six foot. His shoulders were broad and it didn't look to be an ounce of fat on him. His face was what women would think of as ruggedly handsome and showed the lines from years of working outdoors in the sun. His eyes were dark brown and almost piercing as they bore into me.

"Who the hell are you. Are you part of that Wilson bunch," he spat out.

I held up my hands defensively. "Hold on there mister. I don't know anything about any Wilsons. Four days ago I was living in Texas and I just arrived here this morning. I just thought maybe we could help each other out."

"If what you say is true then why would you want to help us out? I can't afford to pay you. What's in it for you? If you're on the run from the law we don't need that kind of trouble."

"I am probably on the run, as you put, it but not like you may think," I said. I then told him my story about my slut whore of a wife who wanted to take me to the cleaners and how I could use a place to stay for awhile.

"So I haven't robbed or killed anybody. I'm just trying to keep what's rightfully mine. I just thought if you had a place I could bunk down I would repay you with my labor. I'll pay my own way and if I you don't think I'm any help then tell me and I'll be on my way with no hard feelings."

He stood and searched my face with his eyes. "Son, if what you are telling me is the truth I think I would be a fool to at least not give you a shot. https://www.fool.com/investing/2020/10/01/why-this-1-stock-could-bring-life-changing-returns/"

I told him that was a risk I was willing to take. He asked me if I had any experience working on a ranch. I was honest and told him that I had spent a few summers on my uncles place in Texas, but I wasn't a cowboy. He put his hand out and we shook on our agreement. He told me to call him Bill and I introduced myself. We walked back into the diner where his wife sat waiting.

"Colleen, this is Carson Jones. He's going to be working for us, if he can handle it," Bill said.

Colleen rose from her chair and held her hand out. I took it in mine. "It's very nice to meet you, Carson," she said. Her voice was clear with perhaps a lingering hint of an Irish accent. Like her husband she was trim and fit. She was a very pretty woman.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs...." I realized Bill hadn't told me his last name.

"Buckman. The last name is Buckman. But you just call me Colleen. Don't really have much use for formality in this part of the country." I instantly liked this lovely lady.

Bill told me that I could follow them back to the ranch. Before leaving town he pulled up to a general store and got out and I joined him.

"I thought you might want to pick up some clothes suitable for ranch work," he said.

"Yeah, your right. I don't think what I brought with me would last long," I replied grateful that he had the forethought to think of this.

I followed him in where he was warmly greeted by the store owner. It was obvious that Bill was a regular customer. Forty minutes later I had enough jeans and work shirts for a week as well as a coat and a pair of western style riding boots. It was enough to get by for now.

From the general store it was close to a twenty five mile drive to the main gate which was arched over with the name Rocking B Ranch on it. That was his brand, a rocking B. It was another mile of private road to the main house. Their two story house stood on a rise. It was well maintained and looked to be freshly painted. Behind the house I could see a barn and several out buildings.

The pickup they drove was partly filled with sacks of groceries and I reckoned this was probably their weekly trip into town for supplies. I pulled up behind them and filled my arms with the bags and followed the Buckmans into the kitchen. Two trips and we had the truck unloaded.

Bill told me to drive around back and he would would show me where I could bunk down. I pulled around and saw him standing in front of a small cabin. When I got out he said I could use this cabin and he pointed to a similar one a few yards away and told me that one was used by Sam. He said Sam was out making the rounds and I would meet him later.

Bill waited while I unloaded my bags. The cabin had one large room that had a bed along one wall and a table with two chairs. In one corner was a pot belly wood stove. There was also a bathroom with a single stall shower. It wasn't fancy but it was clean. It would do for now as a suitable place to stay and hopefully avoid being found by Janice.

When I went back outside Bill was sitting in his pickup and told me to hop in. He took me for a ride around the ranch. He had almost six thousand acres of which five thousand were pretty flat and made for good grazing. There was a couple hundred acres sectioned off that he grew winter feed on. The back section of the ranch was hilly and covered by forest. Farther on I could see mountains from which a stream flowed cutting through the property. He said this area was only traversable on horseback.

I learned that he used to have three full time hands but times had been rough and Sam was the only one left. He had been working on the ranch for going on thirty years. During round up when they selected stock to take to market he did hire extra help. It was five o'clock when he dropped me off at the little cabin.

"Oh, by the way. I noticed you carry in a lap top. I've got a satellite connection with a router so you can access the internet wirelessly. Supper is in the main house and we normally eat at six," he said before pulling away.

It took me less than thirty minutes to have my stuff put away. That left me time to boot up my computer. Just as Bill had said, I was able to make a wireless connection. I checked my e-mail real quick. I had set up a new account and there was one e-mail from Jake. He had said if he had any news about Janice he would let me know. Apparently she had reported me missing to the police and they were investigating my disappearance. That gave something to think about. Jake was the only one that I had actually told I was leaving and even he didn't know where I was going as at the time I didn't either. I had mailed my resignation to my former employer but hadn't actually told them in person that I was leaving.

Just before six I walked over to the main house and knocked on the kitchen door. Bill called out for me to come on in. I stepped inside and saw Colleen putting the food on the table. Bill was standing to one side talking to a man that I assumed was Sam. Bill motioned me over.

"Sam, this is Carson, the new hand I was telling you about. At least for today. We'll see how he feels about it tomorrow after a days work," Bill said with a broad grin. "Carson, this here's Sam."

Sam gave me a beaming smile and stuck out his hand. He was a big man. At least six foot three and like Bill, looked like he had worked hard all his life. He appeared to be about the same age as Bill. One other thing, he was African American.

I shook his hand and could feel the strength in his grip. "Well, young man, lets hope you like it here. I could use the help," he said.

I guess at twenty eight I was about half his age so he considered me to be young. "I plan to give it my best shot," I replied.

Just then Colleen told us to sit down as supper was ready. Bill and his wife sat at opposite ends of the table which left Sam and I to sit between them across from each other. On the table was a large platter of pork chops, a big bowl of mashed potatoes and another with fresh green beans. There was also a plate stacked with obviously home made biscuits.

"We don't eat fancy here, Carson," Colleen said. "But there's plenty and it's filling."

My mouth was watering. "It looks great," I replied. The food was passed around and our plates were filled. It looked delicious and was. Colleen was a good cook. As we ate I asked Bill if he had been here all his life.

"Yep. My grandfather started this ranch and passed it on to my father. Now it belongs to me and Colleen." Bill paused as if in thought. "Although when I was younger I wasn't so sure she was going to be a part of it. I had to fight off every man in three counties to get her." Bill looked at his wife and I could see the depths of his love for her in his eyes.

"Now, Bill. You know you're the only man I ever had eyes for. I just had to make sure that you wanted me enough," Colleen said.

"My wife has been responsible for the three happiest days of my life. The day she agreed to marry me, the day she did marry me and the day she gave birth to our daughter Caitlin," Bill said. I hadn't seen any sign of a daughter and Colleen must have read my look of curiosity.

"Our daughter is away right now. Caitlin is finishing her doctorates degree in Veterinary Sciences at South Dakota State. She has only been able to get home for the holidays and we are anxiously waiting for her to come back home with her degree. She's supposed to be home in a couple of months," Colleen said.

"It'll be nice to have a vet in the family. Should could down on some of the expenses," Bill added with a grin.

After dinner I tried to help clear the dishes but Colleen told me that that was her job and shooed me away. Bill told me that breakfast was at five thirty and we started to work at six. As Sam and I were leaving I noticed a copy of today's New York Times on the counter. Bill must have picked it up when he was in town. I asked him if I could borrow the front page and he said sure. Once we were out of the house I asked Sam if he could step into my cabin for a minute. We went inside and I took out my digital camera and showed him how use it. I had him take a close up of me holding front page of the news paper up. I could tell he was curious about why I wanted this picture but he didn't ask. He did ask if I had an alarm clock and I assured him I did. He told me he would see me in the morning and left.

0 notes

paper-blots · 7 years ago

Text

HELLO. I’M BACK.

Well, I’ve really already been back the last two posts, but… TECHNICALITY.

(Also I published this 12 days after I was planning to publish it, so… I’m back. AGAIN!!)

Anyways, this month- for reading- was KIND OF more successful than most other months? I read SEVEN books which wasn’t as high as I hoped, but oh well.

One of them was a DNF, but I’m still COUNTING IT, OKAY.

And………. this month for blogging was not the best. Whooooops I had SO MANY HIGH PLANS FOR THIS BLOG and then it went #lolnope.

I read seven books this month, and… two of them were 2018 ARCs my ARC schedule isn’t the best..

BOOKS I READ

ALSO I HAVEN’T DONE FULL REVIEWS FOR ANY OF THESE EXCEPT THE EPIC CRUSH OF GENIE LO BUT LET’S IGNORE THAT FACT.

Night of Cake and Puppets by Laini Taylor ★★★★★

Omg I love Laini Taylor so much and THIS WAS SO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN. Zuzana was one of my favorite characters in the Daughter of Smoke and Bone series *intense screeching* [review]

The Epic Crush of Genie Lo by F.C. Yee ★★★★★

I LOVED THIS BOOK SO MUCH. This was a re-read, by the way. BUT I COULDN’T HELP IT. [review]

These Dazzling Heights by Katharine McGee ★★★★★

Ahhhhh I totally forgot why I gave the first book three stars. This was so dark and twisty and the characters were so gray and I loved and hated all of them. (Which might seem like a bad thing. It isn’t.) [review]

Freefall by Joshua David Bellin ☆☆☆☆☆

This was a DNF, since I kept on losing interest in the story the more I tried to read it. It just didn’t really captivate my interest??? [review]

The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert ★★★★★

THIS WAS SO DARK AND I LOVED IT. IT’S SO CREEPY AND I WAS FREAKED OUT BY SOME OF THE TALES. Can we just discuss Finch though? I loveeeed Finch. [review]

Nice Try, Jane Sinner by Lianne Oelke ★★★★★

Okay, but Jane Sinner was such a relatable character. She seemed “cold” and “uncaring” to everyone else but really, she had feelings. And she was hilarious to read. The format was also so unique! I loved it. [review]

They Both Die At The End by Adam Silvera ★★★★★

This was really good. Can I just tear up over the ending. I mean, I expected more, I guess?? It wasn’t as captivating as I thought, but it was still super deep and the main characters were fun to read. [review]

Looking back on it ALL OF MY READS ARE FIVE STAR READS. Except for Freefall. But let’s ignore Freefall. EVERYTHING ELSE WAS FIVE STAR. I am happy with my non-pickiness for this month???

Anyways, my favorite book this month was probably THE HAZEL WOOD. It was so breathtaking and I read it in one sitting (even though I do that with like, every book haha.)

BOOK HAUL

[these pictures are stolen from my instagram]

[which i almost never post on #oops]

I did a LOT of book trading this month. (I think I now have a bookmail obsession??)

SEPTEMBER ANTICIPATED RELEASES

I HAVE SO MANY ANTICIPATED READS AHHH. I’m just going to list all of them and not do that bullet point thing where I list a comment about each of them since there’s so many.

[sorted by release date]

I actually had a lot more, but WordPress image formatting IS SO HARD?? There’s no way to list a bunch of images in a row?? (If anyone has tips please help me.)

BLOG POST HISTORY

Five posts total.

One (big) un-official hiatus, in which I didn’t post for two/three weeks.

And then one random post in the middle of nowhere!

And then I did an interview. Which was new. I never had done an interview with an author before on this blog!

(I don’t think I’m planning to do any more interviews because.. well.. it’s MUCH MUCH harder to make them snarky and sassy and witty.)

THINGS I PARTICIPATED IN

The Scribbler’s Challenge (which was hosted by the lovely MAY/M8)

I had so much fun doing this! I met Sarah, a likeminded person who I am friends with!

Some reading challenges. Which I slightly failed at.

#TheReadingQuest & #ARCAugust // these were NOT successful, due to the fact that I didn’t really feel like actually looking at my score, since I didn’t really do that well anyways.

THINGS I CHANGED

Well, I finally did that blog button thing! (By the way, it’s not a swap. It’s just a feature of all the blogs that I LURVE.)

I accidentally posted it as a post instead of a page??? Welp. Here’s the page now!

I’m going to be more laidback on my schedule.

Let’s face it, guys. THE SCHEDULE?? NOT WORKING FOR ME OK.

POSTS I LOVED

Ilsa talks about how we always feel like our blog is a potato and how we’re never 100% satisfied with it. (If you are, then.. how???)

Elise reviews History is All You Left Me and she gives a more personal take on it, since she connects to one of the main characters.

Marie returns from her break from blogging… and the aesthetic pictures from her trips are GORGEOUS.

Madeline talks about rating and reviewing books & how you can overthink it sometimes.

Analee talks about how unrealistic life in YA books is compared to reality and honestly girl, sAME.

Jackie mini-reviews a bunch of books! And she FINALLY read Cinder.

Lia talks about the perfect reading spot. Which is obviously VITAL info for all bookworms.

May tells us all of her secrets on how she’s an amazing and perfect blogger. SERIOUSly. HOW DOES SHE DO IT.

Mikaela wonders if blogging discussion topics can get old and overused (and the answer is YES, my friends. At least in my opinion.)