#found the lil spot of warm sunshine and is lounging in it

[vastiitas]

pov: this is the look he gives u cos he's in love w u tbqh

[absurdthirst]

I saw that your request is open again (but if not, please set aside for another time). I’m between bouts of depression lately and I’ve been thinking back about the holidays. The song “What are you doing on New Year’s eve” have been playing nonstop in my head too.

So my request is... Whiskey or childless!Moreno (whichever you think best!) dealing with an SO who’s depressed over Christmas for family reasons and conflicts so the P character decides for them to spend NYE with their found family instead, somewhere less grim? Fluff romance aaaand lil bit of smut of course. Thank you! ☺️

***So I chose Whiskey for this....made is soft and fluffy. 

Self-Made Family

He hated the way you were moping around. Hate that haunted look in your eyes and the fact that it had been your family that had put it there.

He didn’t know exactly what had happened to put that look on your face, you hadn’t wanted to talk about it. He hated it, hated the fact you weren’t his normally bubbly and happy self. You sat at the window and looked out at the dreary cold of the weather outside. Seemingly matching your mood.

He took his phone out of his pocket, pulling up a few contacts and sending a quick message. He was going to fix this melancholy, and he knew just how he wanted to do it.

***

“Where are we going?” You whine, watching Jack pull out the suitcases from their storage spot in the closet.

“It's a secret, sugar.” You pout when Jack sends you a wink and shoos you out of the room. “Now, darlin’ why don’t you go make us some of that wonderful hot chocolate you love and I’ll pack?” He asks. He doesn't want to give away your destination and with what he was packing, it would be obvious.  

Huffing, you frown at him. “Don’t pack stupid things, Jack.” You warn him, knowing his habit of being a bit mischievous.

“Me?” He points at himself and tries to act innocent but that smug smirk gives him away. “Don’t you worry that pretty little head. Ole’ Jack is going to make sure you have everything you need.”

“Great, now I’m really going to worry.” You moan, walking out of the room, just to hear Jack humph at you.

***

One thing about being involved with a Statesman agent was that he got to use the jet when he could sweet talk Champ into it. It beats flying commercial airlines any day of the week.

Jack hadn’t let you see what he had packed, just telling you he had the essentials. Pulling the bag out of your reach when you had tried to grab it. Instead he had guided you out of the apartment and to the airfield where the jet was waiting, apparently already there and fueled.

“Hey honey!” Your eyes widen when you walk up the stairs and see Ginger waiting, along with Tequila and a few of your friends already waiting on the plane.

“Jack?” Your cowboy was right behind you, a wide grin on his face. Your brow furrows in confusion.

“You’ve been so blue, darlin’ so I figured you needed a little R&R.” He tells you, handing your bag off to the steward and reaching up to settle his hat on his head a bit more firmly. “We are gonna raise a little hell on a beach for New Year’s.”

Your mouth drops open, surprised that he had planned this. “Yes we are going to have a blast! Sunshine, drinks and salty air!” One of your other friends squeals as she comes over to you and gives you a giant hug, shoving a mimosa in your hand.

***

The waves licked the shoreline, crystalline blue and warm, the sun beating down on you as you straddle Jack.

Friends, more like your family, lounged around you. Tequila was currently throwing one of your girlfriends off his shoulders into the water and another one was trying to bring the agent down. Laughter and shrieking in pleasure was the only thing you could hear over the music that played though discreet speakers that were lining the beach.

The resort Jack had picked was perfect. The atmosphere was carefree and the locals more than hospitable. He had assured you he had been here many time when he needed to get away and since it was private, the Statesman agents could relax and not worry about anything but the moment.

Ginger laid next to your lounger. Eyes closed behind larger dark sunglasses, the brains behind the tech for Statesman sighed, absorbing the warmth and wind as she enjoyed laying out.

Jack’s hands stroke your back gently, your cowboy looking a bit more ruffled than he normally did, only wearing swimming trunks and without his trademark hat. “Are you enjoyin’ yourself darlin’?” He asks, smirking because he already knows the answer. You had woken him up in a way that completely expressed your gratitude for the vacation he had planned. Letting your tongue against his cock tell him everything you hadn’t voiced yet.

“This is perfect, Jack.” You whisper, leaning down and nudging your nose against his and letting the hair from his mustache tickle your lips when you kiss.

“Hmm.” He hums, pleased by the fact that he has seen you smile more in the past few days than he had since Thanksgiving. “And tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, we will be sharing an even better kiss to ring in the New Year.” He adds, leaning up to peck your lips again.

“I was thinking about that.” You smirk when you lean down and whisper in his ear. “How about we are in bed at midnight and you are inside me?” You whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe and loving the way his cock twitches beneath you.

“Fuck sugar.” Jack groans and his fingers tighten on your skin for a split second. Exhaling roughly, he smacks your ass lightly. “No what kind of host would I be if I abandoned our guests during the New Year’s celebration?” He chides, making you pout playfully.

“You’re right.” You sigh, turning and kissing his nose.

“Two seconds after midnight, they’re all on their own though.” He declares. “They can drag their drunk asses back to their own rooms themselves.”

“Jack!”

“What? Just callin’ like I see it sugar.”

Your laugh is light and bright and Jack is happy to see it. You had been so blue before he had got you to that plane. He had known that a week surrounded by your self made family would put the light back in your eyes. The fact that he got to keep you in swimwear all week so he could ogle and grab you whenever he wanted was a bonus. Not that you hadn’t dragged him back to your bungalow just as often, making Tequila groan and complain about this trip not being just about sex.

You smile down at him and brush his wild hair back, smoothing the unruly locks from where you had both been playing in the water earlier. “Thank you baby.” You tell him, grateful to have him as well as the wonderful people that were here with you.

Jack shakes his head and smiles. “I wanted you to enjoy this holiday with your family darlin’.” He tells you with a wink. “A self-made family is often better than the one you have.”

He couldn’t be more right. Your family, the ones that really cared about you were all right here with you, ready to ring in the coming year.

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[throughthewwods]

100 Days of Productivity . Day 67-68-ish

🐾 Been keeping up with GSD’s training walks

At first just in the mornings, I added a second in the evenings. I’ve noticed the cool air, serenity ,and stretching our legs is a good start for us both. I’m in a better mood by the time I get to my first cup of coffee.

💜 Helped Kiddo with Girl Scout stuff

Zoom has opened so many interesting doors. Pretty cool women on the forensics team of the F.B.I. had a booth to explain to the girls about how they use science to solve crimes and a female department head gave education/career track info then they offered a Q&A after in chat. We also managed to catch the Storytellers’ Workshop, which was a fun think tank for my lil writer.

💙 I Drew

Two TEDTalks about time prioritization really got me thinking about how I’ve been squandering my tidbits of time by mindlessly scrolling rather than doing something that ‘feels good’ for my self esteem. In the spirit of reconnecting with things at once brought me joy when I was younger like how I now play the Sims, bought a hamster wheel, and have started this journal, once upon a time when I was bored or had nothing better to do I would doodle randomness. I didn’t set out to draw an emotionally charged representation of my soul. I had five minutes to kill. I drew things like storks balanced on basketballs. I drew whatever nonsense popped into my head.

❤️ Got everyone out of the house into the sunshine

💜 Had Kiddo’s photography printed up into a hard cover book

🐾 Introduced GSD to RB’s cats for the first time

...which... could have gone better 😅 but could have gone worse so... sun zero?

⭐️ I feel like we weekend’ed well 😊

Saturday I’m in one of those moods where I need a clone or two to be all the things I am attempting to do, but it all worked out in a haphazard way. Thanks to Pandemic Life, Kiddo is learning about DNA extraction and fingerprint collecting. I’ve decided to sit in my windowsill near sunshine, near an April breeze with my sketchbook contemplating the statistics I’m avoiding.. and this feels better to me than the autopilot I’ve slumped into. If I were chitchatting with a stranger about how I spend my time I would feel good about drawing, but not describing hours amiss in screen lull.

RB, Kiddo and I have our first warm spring outing: at the park we make conversation with geese, ducks, and chickens.

Parenting Win: Kiddo mentions eavesdropping on that TEdtalk I was watching about time prioritization and how she found it interesting.

She brings it up again later wanting me to explain how a routine can be a good, but apparently, also sometimes also a bad thing? I give kid friendly examples about how routines do help us get things done with less battery usage on our brains, but the talk pointed out our everyday routines can also be habits that don’t add to our happiness and sometimes a routine can even take us further away from what brings us happiness, so it’s important to regularly consider if how we spend our time can be tweaked to bring us more joy or builds up to more joy.

We all find a spot on the grass, shaded, yet sun-kissed.  RB and I pass a sketchbook back and forth, adding to the obscurity with each turn: squiggles become a staircase. Bricks become bubbles. There’s a fish with pants tap dancing on a UFO. 

Kiddo, Who knows everything at 10, did not follow my instructions to bring things to amuse herself. Guided by the timeless spirits of childhood, she eventually found the architectural splendor of building with sticks. I sometimes worry that over a year of being mostly comfortably indoors (The most subdued, easy-going of plagues history seen), she may have forgotten how to be bored, how to invent her own entertainment in nature, but in this moment as she builds her little hut with the utmost focus, I know she is alright. she reflects on the temporary satisfaction of her stick creation, reflecting on its impermanence. Eventually it collapses. She’s on a mission for more structurally sound branches. I guess the tail end of that architecture workshop at the STEM fair that afternoon made an impression after all?

There’s something hilarious, almost satirical, that her new favorite stuffed animal is the plague doctor plushy.

She’s ecstatic to discover a secret garden within the bushes that will look even more impressive once the green has fully bloomed. We have to leave soon. I surprise her by shaping her fallen twigs into a smiley face for her to return to. We agree to leave it for someone else to find.

Later RB ordered us some exceptionally tasty pad Thai, colorful with crisp veggies and peanut crumbles.. Kiddo requested Movie Night, so we found something on Amazon that was one of the darkest kids movies I’ve ever watched, morbid plot only softened by cute, CGI cats. Kiddo didn’t seem to mind though. She’s just glad for the icing on the cake to an already sweet day.

Sunday RB had a touched smile that Kiddo woke him up with a good morning hug. We braved our way to RB’s house so GSD could finally meet the kitties.. It... did not go great. GSD was obnoxiously excited and whiny the entire time. The cats hid. On the bright side, GSD was curious, but not predatory, which gives me hope. When he got a little too nosy one of the cats took a swipe at his nose and he backed off rather than get angry. He did however yip a bark at both the cats, asserting his dominance. Mayhaps after being scratched he no longer found the cats so curious. GSD did love RB’s fenced backyard though. It’s a think only the fourth time in his little German Shepherd life he’s been able to frolic off leash.

There was a happy hint of our future, our blended family, our life in progress this last weekend. As GSD darted through the grass, RB and I stood in an embrace, staring beyond the field, off into the mountains. RB was able to get some adulting done while Kidfo and I lounged. There was a brief window GSD rested calmly, quietly, while we watched a mini doc on quantum entanglement, which I thought Kiddo was ignoring until she asked about how atomic bombs work. We nibble on baby carrots, crackers and brie.

GSD went back to being a jerk shortly after that, but it was quite nice for a moment there. 😆

 everyone was pretty mentally exhausted from my dog’s antics. Unsurprisingly, when we got back to my apartment it was essentially naptime. RB rested while I did some of my own adulting. Kiddo disappeared in her room to draw her submission for a T-shirt design contest. it’s cool to see her eager about the contest with a desire to put effort forth. She shows me her adorable cartoon and explains how she looked up animals that represent peace first. In the past, she was insecure about competitions of any sort. It says something about how her self-esteem has grown.

I whipped up cheeseburgers on Shibata bread for dinner, which were a hit and we had bowls of frozen strawberries drizzled in honey for dessert.. We watched a show and off to bed.. happy weekend.