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togrowoldinv · 10 months ago

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Drill Lessons

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha shows you how to use a power tool and your mutual crush comes to light

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving)

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To you, Natasha Romanoff is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth.

You’ve been wanting to tell her for months that you like her. Ever since you joined the team you’ve had feelings for her. But you can’t get a read on her.

You have no idea if she has feelings for you too. Sometimes it feels like she’s flirting with you but then you see or hear her act the same way with one of the guys and you brush it off as nothing.

This weekend Clint invited everyone to his farm to enjoy a quick getaway and clear your heads. Missions hadn’t been easy lately, so you all needed the reprieve.

When you arrive, Natasha walks in the house first. She’s clearly very comfortable here.

“Welcome!” Laura says to everyone. “Come on in. Make yourselves at home!”

“Thank you for having us, Mrs. Barton,” you say when you greet her.

“Oh please, called me Laura,” she says. Then she addresses everyone, “We don’t have enough rooms so you’ll have to share. Nat, can y/n sleep with you?”

You try not to have a visceral reaction to the idea. You hold your breath as you await her reply.

“Sure,” Nat simply says. She turns to you, “I’ll show you the way.”

You follow her up the stairs where you run across a couple of kids.

“Auntie Nat?” A girl asks, in shock of seeing Nat.

“Hey malyshka,” Natasha replies. She brings the girl in for a hug. “Lila, this is y/n. Hopefully you won’t discover you like her more than you like me.”

You smile and wave to Lila. She returns the smile before running off downstairs.

Nat takes you down the hallway and to what appears to be her bedroom when she stays here. There are photos of the Barton family and Nat on the dresser. You admire how happy she looks here.

“I always sleep on the door side, but we’ll do whatever you feel comfortable with,” Nat says.

“Oh, either side works for me.”

Nat nods. You set your bag down on the bed and unpack a few things. Natasha moves around the room, gathering a few of her own things.

You both go back downstairs for the rest of the evening. Nothing too eventful happens. Everyone makes plans to spend time outside tomorrow.

Natasha is first to the bedroom. She slips into the bed casually. You try to do the same but fail miserably at not looking nervous.

“I don’t bite, you know,” Nat says teasingly.

“Right,” you respond too quickly. “I just- sorry.”

“Relax, y/n,” she says. You settle on your side of the bed. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Natasha.”

You both drift off into a peaceful sleep. You first, and then Natasha.

At some point during the night, you end up snuggling close to Natasha. She wakes up to the feeling of your arm draping over her. But she doesn’t mind it. Actually, she likes it.

When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself still nestled in her arms.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, trying to move off of her.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Nat says, only tightening her grip a bit before letting you loose. “So, you’re a cuddler, huh?”

You look away shyly and Nat just smirks. Now you definitely can’t believe you slept next to Natasha and accidentally snuggled with her all night. She doesn’t say anything else about it until you go downstairs for the day.

“Good morning!” Laura greets. She’s pulling fresh biscuits from the oven. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you answer briefly.

“She sure was cozy,” Nat interjects. It’s just Laura in the room with you two, but you still try to hold back a blush.

“Mhm, I’m sure,” Laura replies. Somehow you’re sure she knows the way you feel about Nat and how Nat feels about you.

Soon, the boys come tumbling into the kitchen. You all go outside to do your respective chosen activities. Steve promised to show you how to chop wood while Nat and Clint run off to the barn to build a new shelter for some of the animals.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Romanoff?” Steve asks after a few minutes of chopping the wood.

“Oh, is there- is there a me and Romanoff?”

“Is there not?” He asks genuinely. “I’m sorry. I just thought that you two- nevermind.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, shrugging.

It does leave you wondering if the other members of the team think something is happening there too. You try not to think about it too much as you continue to work outside. The fresh air does wonders for you.

Steve asks you to go grab the axe sharpening block from the barn, so you walk to the structure. When you get there, you catch sight of something that makes your jaw practically drop to the ground.

Natasha is wearing only a blank tank top and shorts are she uses a power drill to build a wooden structure. Sweat drips down her neck and chest as she expertly uses the tool.

You swear she catches the sight of you out of the corner of her eye, but she continues on with her drilling. She lifts heavy pieces of wood with ease. You can’t stop staring.

Nat lifts her tank top up to wipe the sweat from her face. You see her ab happy stomach and the sports bra that’s keeping the rest of her skin covered.

“Enjoying the view?” Nat says aloud. You’ve definitely been caught now.

“Oh, I was just-“ you start, but there’s no use. You were doing exactly that. “My bad.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nat says. “Come on in, what did you need?”

“We needed the axe sharpener block thing?”

“Is that a question?”

“Well, I don’t know what it is so yes?”

Nat chuckles. She turns to look at the shelf behind her for the tool you need. Her backside somehow looks just as good as her front.

“Here you go,” Nat says. She hands you the block. You are standing close to her now. “The real fun is happening in there though. I can show you how to use this.”

She gestures to the drill in her left hand, pressing her finger on the trigger to make it whir. You shouldn’t be so intrigued by it. Or by her for that matter. But you are.

“Maybe tomorrow you can show me?” You ask her.

“How about tonight?” Nat asks. Her voice drops an octave. You pray she means what you think she means.

You swallow shyly and Nat shoots you a smile. Slowly, you leave her there and go back to Steve. He doesn’t mention how long it took you to get the tool, thank goodness.

Later that day, you all grill out burgers and hotdogs. Clint tries to show off his grilling skills, but the team just gives him a hard time saying that it’s not all that hard anyways.

By the time evening comes, everyone’s sitting around a campfire. Natasha sits across from you. She glances at her phone and then to you as a way of alerting you to look at your phone.

The text reads: Meet me in the barn. 10 minutes.

You nod in her direction to acknowledge you got the message. The minutes pass by and you both leave to go to the barn.

When you get inside, Nat is already over by the wood she was working with earlier.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you agree. You stand next to her.

“First things first, always know your surroundings,” Nat says.

She abruptly places her hands on your hips. She easily moves you to the right and left to observe your surroundings. Your heart stops when she reaches around you and her face is mere inches from yours.

She steps back and has a pair of clear glasses in her hand.

“And wear safety glasses,” she says. She places them on your face. You’re sure you look like an absolute fool. “Cute.”

“You didn’t wear these yesterday,” comes your reply.

“That’s because I’m an expert,” Nat says. She surprises you by pinching your cheeks. “You’ll get there, sweetheart.”

Natasha grabs the drill and ushers you to move closer to the wood with her. She takes you through step by step on how to use the power tool.

“Now, you can try,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you reply. You feel a little nervous about trying it. Nat assures you that you can’t mess it up.

You try to focus even with Nat being so close to you. For the first time using a drill, you don’t do terribly.

“Nice job, y/n,” Nat says. “But you’ll want to apply more pressure. Let me help you, sweetheart.”

Natasha places her hand on yours and pushes down on the drill. You pull the trigger and drill the screw into the wood. Her hot breath is on your neck.

You smile at your success and turn just enough to look at Nat. She’s just inches from you.

“Should we take this inside?” Nat asks. Her eyes glance to your lips and back up to your eyes. She brings her other hand to your cheek and brushes the back of it against it.

“Are you- um- yes?”

“Yes? Or yes.”

“The second one,” you say. Natasha smirks at you.

You leave the drill and safety glasses behind. Natasha holds your hand as she walks you to the house. You slip upstairs easily and she closes her bedroom door behind her.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” Natasha says.

“Really?” You ask innocently.

“Really, detka. Come here,” she says, bringing you to the bed with her.

You sit next to her and she kisses you softly. It’s like floating on a cloud. You didn’t think she would be this gentle. But you’re loving it.

“May I?” Nat asks, gesturing to your shirt. You nod. She lifts the material over your head. “Beautiful.”

You feel sure you’re blushing at her words and the way her eyes rake over your body.

“Can I- um?” You pull at her tank top hem.

“Yes, baby,” Natasha says. “You can do anything to me.”

You lift the thin material over her head. Your heart stops at her beauty. You immediately lean forward and take her nipple into your mouth. It surprises Natasha how intentional you are being.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Is this okay?” You ask, pulling away a bit. Nat pulls your head back to her breasts. You’ll take that as a yes.

Natasha fumbles with your pants. She gets them unbuttoned but grumbles in frustration when she can’t get them off. You chuckle against her.

“Okay, hold on,” Nat says. She stands up and pulls her own pants down before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you up too.

Natasha takes your pants off with ease this time and slips them down your legs along with your underwear. She grins and drops to her knees. It doesn’t take her long to get to work licking and sucking at your pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moan out.

“You taste so good, baby. All for me,” Nat says.

“Fuck.”

You feel close to coming embarrassingly quickly but Natasha is proud of her work.

“Come for me, y/n,” she says. Her voice drips with sex.

“Fuck, Natasha!”

You come hard against her tongue. She licks you clean and stands back up. She kisses you deeply. It’s the most on fire you have ever felt.

“I want to taste you,” you tell Nat.

“Your wish is my command,” Nat says. She lays on the bed and you crawl over her body.

“So beautiful,” you say as you kiss from between her breasts down to her hips.

“You’re not so shy now are you?” Nat asks. You answer by diving into her wet pussy.

Her folds are slick and she’s ready for you. You lick and suck her, cherishing every noise she makes.

“Fuck, baby,” Nat says. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Natasha.”

She does just that. You relish in the sounds she makes. You move back up her body and lay next to her.

“So, all of those times I thought you were flirting with me you actually were?” You break the silence.

Nat chuckles. “Yes, y/n. I’ve been hinting at it for months. I’m glad we finally got on the same page.”

She looks at you through her long eyelashes. You rest your head on her shoulder.

“I’ve always liked you, Natasha,” you say. “Do you think the team noticed we left?”

“Nah,” Nat says. “Even if they did, I don’t care. I have you.”

“You sure do.”

You snuggle further into Natasha. She holds you close as you lay together and talk for hours.

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lechrts · 2 months ago

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What Are We. ✷ Paul Aron

Pairing: Paul Aron x Friend!reader

Summary: When all signs start to point that maybe you guys are more than friends.

Word Count: 2.1k

Vera’a Voice! Free time for me!!!! Which means I get to write and get down and dirty and grind. (Write.) this blurb is for my bbg Ellis. Hai. Suhhhhh. ok now adding this bit but I already wrote everything so its too late but im giggling bc I just searched and learned estonia is not that much of a warm beachy country oops. Ok Bye. my b. OH WELL.

The long-awaited summer break was something you had looked forward to since the season began. Climbing the ladder as a media intern in motorsports had been tough, but landing your big break in Formula 2 made every late night and early morning worth it.

It was one step closer to your ultimate dream.

Sure, it had been thrilling, but also more stressful than you’d ever imagined. Capturing the perfect shot, fumbling with your camera settings at the worst moments, and racing against deadlines—it was far from easy.

But despite the challenges, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Being young and working as an intern came with its own unique perks too—like getting to know some of the drivers on a personal level.

Not even a year ago would you have ever thought you’d be on a little friend vacation to Estonia with people like Paul Aron or Dino Beganovic and a couple other beloved interns that you had the pleasure of meeting.

And if you told yourself seven months ago you’d be in this scenario, you’d actually laugh.

Paul had been thoughtful enough to organize this entire trip, excited to share the beauty of his homeland with everyone.

Even after traveling halfway across the globe for this sport, Estonia easily ranked as one of the most stunning places you’d ever seen.

It was day two of this unforgettable getaway, and the late afternoon was approaching fast. The group had spent the day soaking up the sun at the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear water, and enjoying the luxurious villa you’d all pitched in to rent for the week.

But now, it was time for something even more special—Paul was finally taking you all to see his true home, where his mother had prepared a dinner that promised to be just as warm and inviting as the country itself.

Dinner in Paul’s family home was as cozy and picturesque as you’d expected. His mom had gone all out, setting the table with traditional Estonian dishes that filled the room with delicious aromas. Paul was effortlessly charming, introducing everyone to his siblings, Anna and Ralf, and making sure no one felt out of place.

You’d always known Paul had this way of making people feel special—it was part of his personality, the charm that came so naturally to him. To you, he’d always just been Paul. Sure, he was flirty sometimes, but that was just who he was, right? Nothing more.

Or so you thought.

The meal was going smoothly until Anna, his sister, casually leaned across the table and asked, “So, how long have you two been together?”

The entire table froze for half a second before erupting into giggles and suppressed laughter.

Your fork clattered against your plate as you nearly choked. “What?” you sputtered, eyes darting to Paul for backup. “We’re not—no, no. We’re not together.”

Anna blinked at you innocently. “Really? You sure? Because I would've thought—”

Ralf snickered, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah, the way you two act—it’s like, I don’t know, kind of obvious?”

Your face burned, and you glanced at Paul, who had leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying your flustered state. He wasn’t rushing to clear anything up either.

What an idiot.

Before you could stammer out another denial, Paul’s mother chimed in, her voice light but curious. “Paul, you never told me you had a girlfriend?"

Your jaw dropped. “I’m not his—”

Paul cut in smoothly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ema,” he said, addressing his mother, “Don't worry, I would've told you.”

The laughter at the table got even louder. Dino, seated to your right, practically doubled over as he tried (and failed) to keep his drink from spilling. One of the others whispered something that sent him into another fit of giggles.

“Sorry, but this is too good,” Dino said, wiping at his eyes. “You should see your face right now.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment, your cheeks blazing. “We’re just friends!” You insisted again, though the way everyone at the table was grinning made it clear no one believed you.

Paul leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax,” He said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making this way more awkward than it needs to be.”

“You’re enjoying this,” You quietly gritted through your teeth back, side-eyeing him.

He shrugged, completely unbothered as he whispered. “A little.”

The laughter slowly died down, but the tension lingered. You tried to focus on your plate, but it was impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest or the way Paul kept sneaking amused glances at you.

It was just Paul, you told yourself. The same Paul who flirted with everyone, who loved teasing you, who couldn’t possibly mean anything by it. But tonight, under the warm glow of the dining room lights, surrounded by his family and friends, the line between teasing and something more felt blurrier than ever.

And the way he winked at you before taking another bite of his food only made that flutter worse.

Soon, the evening had settled in beautifully, the Estonian coastline bathed in hues of amber and violet as the last traces of sunlight dipped below the horizon.

After dinner, the group returned to the villa, laughter and chatter filling the spacious living room as everyone settled into their version of post-dinner relaxation. Dino had taken to challenging the others in a card game, while the rest debated over who would make the best DJ for the night.

You had excused yourself after a while, craving a quiet moment away from the lively energy. The villa's balcony called to you, with its perfect view of the shore and the gentle sound of waves rolling against the sand. The cool evening air kissed your skin as you leaned against the railing, letting the salty breeze fill your lungs. The horizon stretched endlessly, the water shimmering under the soft glow of the moon.

For a while, you simply let yourself get lost in the serenity of the moment, your thoughts wandering back to the chaos of dinner. The teasing, the tension, the way Paul’s gaze had lingered on you just a little too long. You shook your head, trying to brush it off as nothing more than his usual antics.

It was just Paul.

Or was it?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door to the balcony slide open until Paul’s voice broke through the quiet.

"Got room for one more?"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him step closer, joining you anyways, his familiar smirk in place. He leaned against the railing beside you, his arm brushing lightly against yours. The touch was subtle, barely there, but it sent a small jolt through you nonetheless.

"You okay?" He asked.

“Just needed a little air.” You glanced at him, half-expecting him to move away, but he didn’t. If anything, he leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he didn’t notice—or maybe he did.

For a while, the two of you stood in silence, the only sound the distant waves and the occasional rustle of the breeze. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly easy, either. The day’s events had left too much unsaid.

Finally, Paul broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his tone a little hesitant, “I almost planned this trip just for the two of us.”

You turned to him, surprised. “What?”

He gave you a small, self-conscious smile. “Yeah. I wanted it to be just us. I thought it’d be nice to show you where I’m from, spend some time together without… racing being in the way.” He let out a quiet laugh.

“But Dino found out, and he wouldn’t let it happen. Said it’d be too obvious, especially since we aren't, you know…”

“Together?,” You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paul nodded, his gaze fixed on the shoreline. “Yeah. And I couldn’t really argue with him.. he said I could've scared you off.”

Your heart was racing now, the implications of his words sinking in. He’d wanted this trip to be just the two of you? You hadn’t even realized he’d thought about you like that.

“You actually planned this for us?” You asked, your voice soft.

He shrugged, his smile a little shy. “I wanted to show you something important to me. I thought maybe it’d mean something more.” He paused, then added with a teasing edge, “But I guess I didn’t do a great job of getting my point across.”

You blinked, the memories of all the lingering glances, the playful teasing, the way he always seemed to find a reason to be near you during race weekends were suddenly flooding your mind.

You’d brushed it off every time, chalking it up to Paul just being Paul.

But now…

“I guess.. I didn’t realize,” You admitted quietly.

Paul chuckled, his arm brushing yours again as he leaned a little closer. “Yeah, I got that impression. You’re not exactly the most perceptive when it comes to certain things.”

You shot him a half-hearted glare, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Oh, come on!" You nudged your arm against his, now even closer than ever.

"Okay, maybe I’m a little oblivious. But in my defense, you flirt with everyone. How was I supposed to know you’re serious?”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “I do flirt a lot. But not like this—not with you.” His voice dropped slightly, the sincerity in his tone making your chest tighten.

“You’re different.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. You swallowed hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and something that felt dangerously close to hope.

Paul shifted, turning to face you fully now. “Look, I’m just going to say it." He laugh, probably feeling embarrassed it's taken this long to properly ask you.

"I’ve been trying to make it obvious that I’m interested in you, but maybe I’ve been going about it the wrong way.” He let out a breath, his lips quirking into a now nervous smile. “So… what are we? Because I know what I want us to be. I’ve known for a while now. And it sucked having to deny to my family that you're my girlfriend.” He paused.

"And you have no idea how badly I wanted it to be true." He laughed softly again, shaking his head.

“I want this—us—to be something more. I’ve been dropping hints for months, and either you’re really good at ignoring them, or I’m terrible at this.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you glanced down, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was and how genuine he was.

“I just… I didn’t think you've ever been serious,” You admitted.

“Well, I am,” He said simply, his voice steady now. “And I don’t want to dance around it anymore. Let me take you on a proper date. Just us. No Dino, no friends, no interruptions.”

You looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he was looking at you—open, vulnerable, and completely earnest—made it impossible to say anything but yes.

“Okay,” You said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d like that.”

Paul’s grin widened, and he let out a breath of relief, his hand brushing against yours briefly before he pulled back. “Good. Because I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.”

As the waves crashed softly in the distance, the two of you leaned against the railing once more, shoulders touching. This time, the spark between you wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was a promise of something new, something real—and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

comments , likes , & reblogs are appreciated ! ^_^ kinda fw this one!!!! Ur Welcome Ellis Baef.

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raylamars · 4 months ago

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hollyethecurious · 1 month ago

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CS AU: Sleeps Ten, My Ass (1/2)

Summary: It's become tradition for Emma Swan to spend the holidays with her brother, their cousins, and their families. This Christmas was no different. The group booked a four night stay at a cozy mountain cabin to celebrate. The listing said it sleeps ten, but upon arrival they discover a small issue. The listing was wrong and now Emma and Killian Jones, the only two single people within their group, have to spend the next four nights sharing a bed. Fortunately... they've shared a bed before.

A/N: @eastwesthomeisbest it is I, your CS Secret Santa! Thank you for being so patient and understanding! I'm sorry I couldn't post this sooner, but between the normal busyness of the holidays and my entire family coming down with Covid, finding time to write was a struggle. I hope you find this worth the wait. It was lovely hearing about your traditions and I hope you had a fantastic holiday!

Thanks to @kmomof4 for looking this over for me and to the @cssecretsanta2020 for once again hosting a fantastic event. Side note, this fic also completes my Only One Bed: Holiday Edition CS Winter Bingo square!

Rated eventual E / Also available on ao3 / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me!

Part One

She was late. Super late. Incredibly late. Late enough that she was certain her brother had already called the cops to report her missing. Late enough that it was already pitch black on the back mountain road, forcing her to drive at a creeping speed so she didn’t careen off the side of a cliff, which was making her even more late.

In her defense, they should all have expected that she’d be late. She was always late. Every dinner, every holiday get together, every vacation, every celebration, Emma Swan was always notoriously late.

Not because she didn’t want to spend time with her family. Far from. She just… wasn’t always in control over her own schedule. Bail bonds and bounty hunting wasn’t exactly a 9 to 5 gig, and when a mark finally crawled out of whatever hole in which he (it was more often than not a he) had hid himself away through some dumbass attempt to avoid the consequences of his own dumbass actions, well… many times it meant a change in her plans.

Was it annoying? Yes.

Did she make sure to take out that frustration on the perp? Also, yes.

Was it even worse for the offender when he made her late for the Christmas get-together her cousin Elsa had planned for them all - a four night stay at a picturesque mountain cabin big enough to sleep three married couples and two singles with amenities that would keep them cozy and content over the holiday? Oh, yes.

Big. Fat. Yes.

To go with the big fat payout she needed in order to pay her portion of said holiday getaway.

Rounding another winding corner, the soft glow of the illuminated cabin stirred a strange mix of sensations in her chest; a swirl of relief at nearly being there and panic over what was awaiting her inside. Parking her bug next to the vehicles that signalled she was indeed the last to arrive, Emma fortified herself for a moment before exiting the vehicle, grabbing her bag, and marching up to the cabin as though she were about to face a firing squad.

David, her brother, and Liam, Elsa’s husband, would likely scold her with their hands firmly planted on their hips or their arms crossed tightly over their chests. The rebukes would be drowned out by David’s wife, Mary Margaret, and Elsa’ sister, Anna, who would both rush at Emma and force her into claustrophobic hugs while they expressed their worry and relief, offering Emma a blanket, a place by the fire, a plate of food, a cup of tea, all without taking a breath between them as Anna’s husband, Kristoff, tried to tell the women to let Emma breathe and get settled.

The only one who would not be making a fuss would likely already have a drink ready for her, a knowing smirk teasing his lips as he tried to stifle an eye roll at the group’s overreaction.

Killian Jones. Liam’s brother and the only other single member of their group.

Hand on the doorknob, Emma took a deep breath and opened the door to the expected chaos. And chaos there was, but… none of it seemed to be about her and her tardiness.

Elsa and David were in the kitchen. One of their phones, clearly on speaker, was held between them as they argued with whoever was on the other end of the line. Liam and Kristoff were seated at the dining table with a laptop open, the elder Jones frantically typing and clicking as Kristoff scrolled on his phone with a furrowed brow.

“There’s nothing up here that could be used as an extra one,” Anna called out from the top of the stairs. “Mary Margaret and I have looked through all the closets and checked all the furniture.”

None of them had noticed her presence yet, and she was about to say something when heavy boot falls sounded from the porch behind her.

“Ah, Swan. You arrived in one piece then?” Killian said cheekily with an arm full of firewood.

“Uh, yeah,” she replied, setting her bag down so she could help with the load he was carrying. “Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries,” he assured her, making his way to the fireplace and stacking their logs beside the hearth. “You missed the initial excitement, but you’ve made it in time to witness the spiral everyone has since descended into.” Emma glanced around the cabin at the said spiral, wondering what had set everyone off as Killian added a couple of logs to the fire, then grabbed the poker so he could stoke it. “I told them I’d make do on the couch, or even a pallet on the floor, but--”

“Sleeps ten, my ass!” Elsa shouted as she angrily hung up the call. “They swapped out the couch and forgot to update the listing!”

“What?” Emma said, but no one other than Killian seemed to have heard her, or even realized she was there.

“That’s ridiculous!” Liam bellowed. “What do they plan to do about it?”

“Can they bring an air mattress or cot?” Kristoff asked, still scrolling through his phone. “Because none of the local stores seem to have one, and even if they did, they’d be closed by the time we got back to town.”

Killian stepped away from the fire he’d coaxed back to life and into the metaphorical one building at the kitchen island where the rest of their group - save for Emma - had gathered.

“I already told you, the couch will be fine.”

“Don’t be silly, Killian,” Anna replied. “Have you seen that couch? It’s far too narrow and your feet are gonna dangle off the end.”

“Then the floor will suit me--”

“For the amount of money we spent renting this place, you are not sleeping on the floor,” Elsa declared. “I cannot believe this! How could they make a mistake like that?”

“What did the owner say?” Mary Margaret asked, setting out a platter of food she’d removed from the fridge and encouraging everyone to eat something… as though snacking would somehow fix the issue. An issue Emma still wasn’t sure was the cause of everyone’s upset.

“He won’t do anything,” Elsa snapped. “He said they had to replace the couch, which had been a sleeper, and apparently forgot to update the listing, but didn’t see the problem since we only have eight people, not ten, and there are four king size beds.”

“Didn’t you explain that there weren’t four couples, though?”

“Oh, she did,” David interjected. “But the man didn’t seem to care about anything other than getting back to his tropical Christmas vacation.”

“So what do we do?” Anna asked. “Where is Killian gonna sleep?”

“He and I can just share the bed.”

Seven heads collectively snapped in her direction, a mixture of shock and surprise being directed her way as her family, for the first time, realized she was there and then computed her words.

Words she would later blame on the fact that although no one seemed bothered by the fact she was late, she still felt the need to make up for it and therefore was compelled to offer a solution to the problem, even if said solution meant sharing a bed with a man she absolutely did not have feelings for and no one would convince her otherwise, not even her own treacherous heart, and thereby torturing herself for the next several days.

“Are you sure, love?” Killian asked, his eyes scrutinizing her, looking for any hint that she might be regretting the offer and wished to back out. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you weren’t completely comfortable with.”

“Are you planning to make it uncomfortable for her?” David asked in his overly protective, brotherly tone. “Because I’m warning you--”

“Warning him?” Liam braced his hands against the top of the island and leaned over it, staring David down as he asked, “Are you insinuating my brother is some sort of cad who would take advantage of--”

“We all know Killian’s reputation.”

“Okay,” Emma interjected before things could escalate further. “I think you’re all forgetting that I have a reputation, too. Of being able to take care of myself. Besides, I trust Killian. We’re both adults. There’s no reason for either of us to sleep on a couch or the floor when there is a perfectly good bed, big enough for us to share. So…” She marched back over to where she’d dropped her bag and collected it as she continued on, “If you don’t mind. I’ve had a long day and all I want right now is a shower and some sleep.” Directing her gaze to Killian she asked, “Where’s your stuff?”

“It’s uh…” he began, scratching behind his ear as he furtively cast a glance towards David. “It’s on the landing.”

“Great,” she said, turning towards the stairs. “Grab it on your way up so you can settle in while I shower.”

“Emma,” Mary Margaret called out. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat or--”

“I’m fine,” Emma answered back halfway up the stairs. “I’ll see you all in the morning.” Looking over her shoulder, she saw Killian hesitate at the bottom step. “Are you coming?”

“Aye,” he answered, following after her two steps at a time and grabbing his duffle before slipping into the room behind her.

Tossing his bag onto the bed, he glanced around the room and inquired one last time, “You’re certain you’re okay with this, Swan?”

“Yes, Jones,” Emma replied in an exasperated tone she hoped masked the nerves currently coursing through her. After gathering up her toiletry items, she straightened and faced him, a thought suddenly occurring to her. “Unless… You are uncomfortable with it and would rather--”

“No, no,” he insisted, his shoulders relaxing and his usual cocky demeanor coming forward. “It’s not that,” he said in a cheeky and slightly taunting tone.

“What is it then?” Emma asked, trying hard to not be taken in by his charm as he swaggered towards her.

“Well, I seem to remember you saying something about it being a one time thing the last time we shared a bed,” he crooned, twisting a section of her hair around his finger. “Seems you’ll have to eat those words now.”

Emma wet her lips and tried to squash the delighted feeling surging through her at the way his eyes dropped to follow the motion. “Bad form bringing up our… what did you call it?” she asked in a mocking tone as she cocked her head to one side. “Our dalliance?” He winced at her terrible attempt to mimic his accent and they both chortled as she reminded him, “I thought we agreed to never speak of that night again.”

“You’re right, Swan. Bad form indeed,” he conceded in a soft timbre. “My apologies, love.”

He backed away and retreated to the other side of the room where he made himself busy unpacking his duffle. “Go ahead and shower, Swan,” he said. “I’ll hop in after you.”

“Thanks,” she threw out over her shoulder as she shut herself in the bathroom, suddenly very eager to have a bit of separation from him. From him and the memory of that night. The night they had shared a bed - and a whole lot more - with one another after copious amounts of alcohol and hours on a dance floor somewhere in the Caribbean during the cruise they’d all taken together earlier that year to celebrate Liam and Elsa’s wedding.

A memory that stubbornly refused to be cast aside, making for a very long shower - a fitful, highly inappropriate shower - especially considering the man she’d been fixated on was in the next room, waiting on her to finish so he could get naked and wet and…

Dear God, Emma. Get a grip!

Emerging from the bathroom, adorned in her pajamas with her wet hair wrapped in a towel, Emma hoped the red in her cheeks would be chalked up to the heat of the shower and not because her fantasies had gotten away from her.

“All yours,” she said, pulling her hair dryer out of her bag and plugging it into the wall at the makeshift vanity.

She combed through the wet strands as Killian hovered at the doorway to the bathroom. Pausing her actions, she stared up at him expectantly, trying not to remember what he looked like shirtless.

“About before,” he said, his voice deep with an edge of concern. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by bringing up that night, I just…” He left out a heavy breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I was just trying to bring a bit of levity to an otherwise tense situa--”

“Killian,” she said, waving him off. “It’s fine. Really. You didn’t upset me by bringing it up.” Shrugging, she tried to give off a sense of nonchalance about the whole thing. “It happened. We’ve both moved on from it. No big deal.”

“Right,” he said with a bit of a drawl. “Well… I’ll try not to take too long, so as to not keep you up.” Glancing towards the bed, he said, “I hope it’s okay that I took that side. I didn’t know if you had one you preferred.”

Emma turned to see which side he’d taken. Not that it mattered.

“Honestly,” she answered, “I don’t really have one. It’s not like I share my bed often enough with anyone to develop a preference.”

“Aye. Same,” he replied with that adorable lopsided smile of his.

Emma’s heart fluttered for several seconds after he disappeared into the bathroom. He didn’t often share his bed? Really? Like David had said earlier, Killian had a bit of a reputation as a ladies’ man. It was one of the reasons she’d pulled back after their night together; she’d hated being just another notch on his bedpost.

How many notches had he added since her, she wondered.

She had plenty of time to contemplate that question. It wasn’t until well after she’d dried her hair, set her alarm, and settled under the covers that Killian emerged from the bathroom. The last drowsy thought Emma had was whether he’d taken advantage of the memory of them together to help let off some steam whilst he was in the shower like she had. She didn’t get a chance to dwell on the thought, though. The tiring day had caught up to her and sleep took over the moment she felt the bed dip beside her.

~/~

“Morning, Emma! Sleep well?”

Anna’s voice was far too perky for the current early morning hour, causing Emma to grimace as she shuffled past the red headed woman on her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, sorry,” Anna whispered, tiptoeing behind her. “Coffee? I just brewed a fresh pot.”

“Please,” Emma grumbled, slumping down onto one of the barstools at the island. “A fresh pot? How early did you get up?”

“Mary Margaret and I got up with the guys,” she said, pouring Emma a cup, then placing it and a tray of fixings on the counter top in front of her. “We wanted to make sure they got a good meal and some coffee before they headed out.”

Emma nodded her understanding, adding enough sugar to her cup that it would have earned her a disgusted look from Killian had he been there and not out traipsing through the woods with an axe. It was an annual tradition at this point. For the past five years - ever since the Jones brothers had entered their lives through Liam and Elsa’s courtship - the guys went out on Christmas Eve morning and cut down a tree for them to decorate. While they were out finding the perfect specimen, Mary Margaret would lead - or in Emma’s case, berate - the girls in making the decorations. The guys would join in once they got back and set up the tree, and the day would be spent stringing popcorn or dried oranges or cranberries for garland as well as attempting to avoid tiny cuts from the origami-esque construction of paper or cardboard ornaments.

There were also snacks and cocktails, the occasional break from crafting to watch a Christmas movie or play a game. Of course, every year, Emma and Killian would insist they watch Die Hard, which Mary Margaret would dismiss as not being a Christmas movie and an argument would ensue - mostly because it gave both Emma and Killian a perverse sense of pleasure to rile up Mary Margaret. Not that they didn’t love the movie or wholeheartedly believe that it was, in fact, a Christmas movie.

“Oh, Emma! You’re up!” Mary Margaret set down a stack of boxes on the island, the contents of which held various crafting supplies no doubt. “Did you get some breakfast?”

Emma shook her head and waved off the woman’s attempt to feed her. “Not yet,” she said. “I’ll get something after I’m sufficiently caffeinated.”

“Well drink up,” Mary Margaret ordered as she began to retreat back into the room she and David were using. “We need to get going on these decorations.”

A moment later she returned with several sacks and with Anna’s help, began organizing the supplies. Emma took that as her cue to find another place to enjoy her coffee.

Glancing out the French doors that led to the back deck she caught sight of a platinum blonde braid. Emma grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders before joining Elsa in the peace and quiet of the mountain morning.

“Hey,” she said, pulling Elsa’s attention away from the view. “Mind if I join you?”

“Please do,” Elsa replied, making room on the bench. “Do you want me to turn on the heater?”

It shouldn’t have surprised Emma that her cousin hadn’t already started the propane heater. The cold had never seemed to bother her like it did Emma.

“No, I’ve got it.” Emma cranked up the heat then sat down, snuggling into the blanket she’d brought out with her.

“Sleep okay?” Elsa asked. “Any problems with the room?”

“No,” Emma answered, taking a sip of her coffee before adding, “The room’s great. Very comfortable.”

“Good,” Elsa said, turning her attention back towards the snowy mountain view. “And sharing with Killian? That, uh… Did that go okay?”

Emma rolled her eyes and hid her knowing smirk behind her mug. “It was fine,” she replied.

“I mean, I’m sure Killian was a gentleman, I just hate that the two of you have to endure this awkwardness when I did my best to--”

“Elsa,” Emma interrupted. “It isn’t your fault, and we will make do. It’s fine. Really.”

The icy blonde’s shoulders relaxed and a puff of exhaled air lingered at her lips for a moment before she said, “Good. I’m glad.” With a furtive glance in Emma’s direction she muttered, “Let’s just hope David thinks it's all fine.”

“I’m a big girl,” Emma reminded her cousin. “David will get over it.”

“I don’t know,” Elsa replied in a sing-song tone. “He was looking pretty hostile this morning when Killian sauntered down the stairs with a whistle on his lips. I’m pretty sure Liam made sure to be the one who took the axe when they left.”

The two women shared a chuckle, both of them knowing full well there was no danger of the men resorting to violence, even if they did bluster a bit.

“I’m sure Killian is reveling in the opportunity to needle David, but I trust Liam to make sure cooler heads prevail.”

“And his needling wouldn’t have any elements of truth in it, right?” Elsa inquired, not so subtly.

Emma sighed exasperatedly. “No,” she stated adamantly. “Nothing happened, and nothing is going to happen.”

She shifted uncomfortably under Elsa’s scrutiny, her piercing blue eyes cutting through her assertions as she hummed a dubious sound.

“If you say so.”

Emma was about to double down on her words, but was cut off by Anna’s sudden appearance.

“Everything is ready! Come make decorations with us!”

Emma and Elsa shared a resigned look then followed Anna back into the cabin, after shutting off the heater, of course. The ladies then spent the next hour or so making handmade decorations whilst also prepping food items for the upcoming meals.

When the guys returned, Emma stayed out of the way. She’d learned from years past to just let David, Liam, Mary Margaret, and Elsa duke it out on the best way to set up the tree. While the four of them conferenced in the living room, she joined Anna in the kitchen, who was busy making everyone a hot cocoa.

“Need a hand?”

“Yes, please!”

The two women filled and garnished mugs of hot cocoa while every so often peeking outside to watch Kristoff and Killian clean up the tree. Once it was suitable for indoors - and they’d gotten the final word of where to set it up - the men brought it inside and secured it in the stand. Everyone stood back to admire the magnificent find as Emma and Anna handed out the beverages.

“Jones,” Emma said, offering him a hot cup as she came to stand beside him.

“Thank you, love,” he replied, slightly out of breath. A half-smile pulled at his lips and crinkled at the corner of his eyes when he noticed she’d adorned his in the same manner as hers - with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. It was how she’d always taken her cocoa and slowly but surely she was converting the rest of their group to do the same.

“It’s a great looking tree,” she commented, sipping her hot chocolate nonchalantly so he wouldn’t read too much into her compliment.

“Aye,” he said, taking another long look at the fruit of his and the other men’s labor. A fruit that was quickly filling the living room with a pungent pine scent that tickled Emma’s sinuses. “And what of your efforts?” he asked, turning his attention onto her. “Care to show me what you lasses have been working on and how I might assist?”

Emma rolled her eyes and led him to the dining table where he prompted her to give him a demonstration of the crafting. Soon, the others joined them and the day went on just as Emma knew it would: completing the decorations, stringing lights and garlands, decorating the tree, gorging themselves on a big meal, partaking in snacks, then some drinks, then some more drinks, and arguing over then watching several Christmas themed movies and shows. Unfortunately, no Die Hard.

“You know, Swan,” Killian whispered in her ear as everyone began to disperse from the living room to turn in for the night. “We have a TV with streaming services in our room…”

The feel of his breath against the shell of her ear, as well as the way he said ‘our room’ sent a thrill up her spine.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice.

Was it fortunate?

“Your point?” she said, her voice a little too breathy, but maybe he’d think it was because they’d just climbed the steep steps to the second floor.

“My point,” he continued, following her into their - THE - room, “is once we’ve showered and readied ourselves, we can watch Die Hard in bed and celebrate the season properly.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jones,” she replied, even as her heart skipped a few beats at the reminder they’d both be taking turns getting naked and wet with only a flimsy door that did not lock between them.

Ever the gentleman, Killian let her go first. While he took his turn, she busied herself with getting ready for bed, queuing up the movie, and adding an extra blanket to the stack of covers. In no time, they were settled on their respective sides of the bed, enjoying watching John McClane run around Nakatomi Plaza barefoot whilst being a ‘fly in the ointment’ to Hans Gruber.

They both barely remained conscious, but somehow got to the credits before crashing. The constant recitation of dialogue probably helped.

At some point in the night, a rustling sound in the corner of the room stirred Emma. Instinctively, she reached over to feel for Killian, only to find his side of the bed empty.

“Killian?” she croaked out, his name heavy on her tongue from sleep. “What are you--”

“The heat went out,” he told her, making her aware of her own shivering and the frigid air of the room. “Elsa is having kittens over it,” he went on to explain. “Giving the owner a right earful as we speak.”

A low hum and soft glow began to fill the room. Killian stood and visibly shook himself before heading back to bed.

“What’s that?” Emma asked, shifting in bed and moving closer to the middle.

“Space heater,” Killian answered, still shivering from the cold. “The owner relented and gave us the code to the storage closet. There were a few of these in there.”

Emma hummed in response, her mind weighing whether to bring up the idea of--

“Swan?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if we… that is,” he hedged, clearing his throat. “Until the heater manages to raise the temperature, would you be okay if we…”

“Sure,” she said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically as she scooted closer to him.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, his chest already plastered against her back and his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Emma moaned in relief, the heat of his body already warming her and staying the chills that had made her tense. In an effort to find a comfortable position for her legs - without entangling them with his - she rocked her hips back into his and felt…

“Bloody hell,” Killian grumbled in an embarrassed tone as he pulled away. “Apologies, Swan. I didn’t intend--”

“Killian,” she laughed, rolling over to face him. “It’s fine. It happens. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“I just don’t want you to think I have ulterior motives for suggesting--”

“I don’t,” she assured him. “I know guys can’t always control… that.”

“Well, I am usually much more in control of such things, I assure you.”

“I’m sure you are,” she said in an appeasing tone, earning her a side-eyed glare. “Seriously, though,” she continued, trying to coax him back to her. “Your morning wood doesn’t offend me, so will you please come back here.”

He relented after some not so gentle tugging, and a moment later they were once again entwined in the other’s arms.

“Mmmm,” Emma hummed, nestling a bit further into his chest. “How are you always so warm? I feel like I’m always cold.”

As Emma drifted off to sleep she was certain she heard him say, “I know, love. But I’ll always be here for you when you need to keep warm.”

Part Two

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Season of Love (5/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.

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Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 5: Cold tires, warm heart

The weather stays cold all day long at Silverstone; the crisp air bites your skin, causing shivers down your spine, and your breath forms small clouds before you as you walk briskly to the campsite area where the luxury motorhomes & RVs are parked, yours included, huddled in layers of warm clothing, feeling drained as the rest of the grid feels, seeking an opportunity to lay down and rest.

Everyone warned you the mid-season was tough on the body, and they were right! As you drag yourself inside your luxurious, trendy, and sophisticated RV. The sleek and clean design aesthetic greets you; it's a zen monochromatic color scheme space full of high-end finishes, innovative storage solutions, elegant sofas, and a large comfy bed with a kitchenette and bathroom, creating the perfect getaway place for you away of the chaos at the paddock.

You share your location and access code with Toto, but he doesn't reply to your text. You assume he must be busy, so you fall soundly asleep on the bed there until you feel a pair of muscular arms hug and softly spoon you, half-waking you up.

You feel Toto's firm body against yours, with no inch of space between you two, as he wraps you in a tender and affectionate display of intimacy; your bodies intertwine as he seeks your warmth.

—I missed you so much —you turn to tell him, kissing him softly. —It feels wrong not having you by my side —you find the courage to let Toto know how you felt these past days without him, breaking the room's quietness, then burying your face in his neck, feeling shy and vulnerable and softly smooching it.

He caresses your cheek with his index finger and slowly kisses your lips, leaving you breathless after a few minutes.

Toto seems exhausted as you peek at him while patiently waiting for him to comment on your confession, but he only looks pensively at your words as he rests his temple on yours. You sense his right hand caressing down your arm on its way to hold your hand. Then he pulls you closer to his chest, where you get cozy and fall asleep again.

One text, two texts, five texts.

—She is not answering —Michael says, a bit taken out.

One call, two calls, five calls.

—He is not answering —Niki says, quite concerned.

Once again, you wake up after a bit, feeling dozy and disoriented as you hear an iPhone ringing in the distance, still nestled in Toto's embrace, overwhelmed with tranquility and happiness but fucking annoyed at that damn ringtone.

The softness of the bed, the heat of Toto's closeness, and the gentle rise and fall of his breaths make it a cozy heaven you don't want to leave, but that goddamn annoying phone doesn't let you nap and is about to wake him up too, and you want him to rest.

So you bravely drag yourself to your feet, hating life, and walk straight to Toto's duffel travel bag to search for his iPhone buzzing inside. To your surprise, you find it next to a torn and used voucher for "Cocktails for 2" at The Savoy Hotel in London, along with his passport.

As you pick up his phone to turn it off, you wake it and notice that Toto still hasn't changed his wallpaper; he appears there posing in a pottery studio couple session, all smiley, with Susie wrapped in his arms, both of them looking in love and joyful as the professional camera lens captures their handsomeness, they look like they belong together.

You can't avoid the sting of pain and insecurity washing you over, but you take the thought off. It's probably nothing, you try to convince yourself. So you finish turning his phone off and leaving it where you found it.

Then you turn off yours, ignoring all the red bubbles in it, on your way back to Toto's arms. All you want right now is him and you, and fuck the rest of the world. This "relationship," if you can call it that, is meant to crash soon, so you want to hang on to it as much as possible.

Two hours have passed since then, and Toto's hands are now roaming across your back, guiding your movements as you are in a cowgirl position on him. At the same time, his tongue dances erotically with your tongue, adding a sweet and sinful layer to your passionate embrace.

Your moans echo throughout the RV, blending perfectly with the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame beneath you. Toto's breathing grows heavier as you ride him hungrily, showing how much you miss him.

As he explores your curves, Toto begs you: —Bounce on my cock —with a voice husky with desire and with trembling hands, and you give him what he craves, exploding with pleasure as each time more desperately you go up and down his shaft.

Your nipples stiffen, them peeking out from beneath the fabric of your dress; this time, you didn't even care to take all of your clothes off; they were begging for his attention. Toto can't resist it; he leans in, pulls down the upper part of your dress, and captures one in his mouth, sucking it gently as his tongue teases its sensitive tip.

—Oh, God! —you cry, arching your back with pleasure. —That feels heavenly.

Toto releases your breast, looking up at you with a sultry grin. —Wait till it's my turn to show you how much I missed you —he purrs, hands dancing all over your ass.

As you are about to reach an orgasm, you can't escape the guilty thought in the back of your mind. —We shouldn't even be here, less doing this —you say in between tiny breaths and moaning a bit. —It was irresponsible for me to text you to come over —you protest weakly. —This could be no good for our careers —releasing a big moan as you finish the sentence, not being able to stop rocking yourself on Toto, moving now your hips in circles. His dick is so hard, and it feels so delicious all the way inside you.

Toto shrugs nonchalantly, then growls, his eyes smoldering lustfully, enjoying the sight of you going all over him. —I was planning to look for you anyway. Do you want us to stop and leave? —he replies, out of breath.

—No.

Toto gives you an "I agree" in the form of thrust, hitting you with such force that causes you to scream out in pleasure and unstabilize you, making you quickly place both of your hands on his chest to not fall on his face.

Then, his strong arms wrap you around the waist, holding you steady as he moves in rhythmic strokes that push your boundaries. Each withdrawal leaves you craving more, and each entry pleases you; he starts speeding up, making you moan out his name many times as the sounds of your body colliding fill the air. It's a symphony of pure passion.

—You make me feel so... complete... and free... and loved —You gasp out, voice shaking as Toto's powerful thrusts drive you deeper into the realm of satisfaction.

For some reason, feelings are bursting out of you in the form of words lately, freeing your thoughts without thinking much about the repercussions, being weirdly open and sincere for once in your life. Maybe it's because your period is near, and you always feel more emotional around that time; you lie to yourself, not wanting to admit falling for him because you know it will hurt more when it's over, which is sadly approaching.

It's not only the sexual part that makes you feel so whole with him. It's also his small displays of affection, his caring texts every morning to know how you slept, to let you know you are one of his first thoughts of the day, or the long conversations about anything you two share, the pictures you send to each other of the most mundane things to share life.

That makes you always feel him present and being taken care of. Also, the many times you advise each other, from billionaire businessman to billionaire businesswoman, or the quiet moments when you two are silently wrapped in each other's arms, just enjoying your presence and bodies.

—Toto, I'm so close! —you moan loud as he manhandles you around; you feel yourself dripping and so warm, like your pussy is burning. Your pussy folds, rubbing around Toto's shaft, who positions himself to pound you against the mattresses.

Then you feel him shifting his entire weight on you, topping you, and placing his thumb finger inside your mouth for you to suck it. —Then cum for me —he whispers, hot against your ear. He starts to fuck you hard like that, making your ass wable, and the bed squeaks so loud as he pins you down against the sheets, but all get muffled by the sounds he is provoking you to release. You feel a bit of pain in your hips and lower back as he slaps hard against you.

With a big moan, you cum all over him, all red and sweaty.

Toto has never had this before, someone so willing to please him, in all senses, someone so light-spirited and carefree. He is trying so hard not to fall for you, too. You please him like no one else in bed but also outside of it. You are the whole fucking package.

If change didn't fright him, he would be willing to try.

He would venture for more if he weren't so scared of failure.

Toto feels a responsibility for Susie and her feelings and heart; she counts on him for this, and Toto has never missed his duties since he was a young man, even if his heart desires something else.

He ended up agreeing to try the "open relationship thing" after saying no to it at first and breaking things with Susie because she showed up very distressed one night at his hotel room door, crying and saying how much she still loves him and how hard this is, that he shouldn't punish her for not wanting children. Toto felt so guilty; that wasn't his intention, but what if she was right?

But you happened in the middle of this. By accident or destiny is a cruel joker. This fling started like that, and it was supposed to stay there, not this.

He pays attention to you more than you think; he has noticed the meaning and sentiment of your words lately and can't avoid feeling guilty for not being as open and honest as you deserve and how you are being. But Toto knows you will end it as soon as he lets you know you are his free pass on an open relationship agreement, so he is hanging on to you as much as possible. It's selfish and wrong, but he doesn't know how to quit you, how to say no to this, how to say goodbye.

Only if Toto knew.

Only if you knew.

—Is Torger still in London?! —Niki asks out loud, now absolutely annoyed, addressing Sam in the middle of the circus inside the Mercedes garage as he tries to manage everyone for the opening ceremony of the F1 anniversary race, set to start in about 20 minutes.

Toto is always on time and never misses something without previous notice; this is uncharacteristic. Niki hadn't seen him all day; they had different schedules.

Lewis and George are scheduled to make donuts driving along with the other grid drivers. They all will do the same simultaneously to create a fog while AC/DC performs on a high-stage platform.

—Toto is here. I saw him a couple of hours ago. His phone seems out of reach —Sam has sworn never to lie to Niki. She quickly picks up her phone to call you, knowing you are also missing after being asked for the fourth time by several Williams team members if she had seen you around. WHAT A COINCIDENCE! It is evident for her where you two are.

Since you don't answer the texts she bombards you with, she takes action and puts her feet in motion.

"You can't act this recklessly!" Sam thinks and looks visibly irritated. People are going to start wondering, especially when you two idiots arrive late with "we just fucked" hair and satisfied expressions at the paddock, and God forbids you two to show up together at the same time! Or worse, you two do not arrive at all.

Sam shows up at your RV's door, almost tearing it down, betting Toto and you were in there this whole time.

—Are you mental?! —Sam tells you, looking stressed, as the door's mechanism finishes opening.

—I'm sorry —you honestly apologize, knowing quite well what she refers to.

—Niki is furious! —she informs you, still at the bottom of the stairs and out of the RV's entrance, with no visible intention to come in. —Toto is still in there? —she asks in a low voice, pointing with her head.

You nod.

She comes closer to you, almost whispering to your ear. —Please don't get offended. I love you, but I know you are not here because of the sport, nor do you care which team wins or not; I know this is not your actual job. But please, could you...

You interrupt Sam, finishing for her in a sad tone. —Not interfere?

—I... —Sam sighs; she doesn't want to blame you or make you feel bad; she gets it, knows what you are going through, and wants more than anyone else for you to be happy. —Listen, our team is working its ass off; there are thousands of us relying on performing the best, and this is our livelihood; it worries me that this could...

—It won't happen again; I get it. I know we acted unprofessional. Sam, you understand how hard it has been for me... I'm just... I'm just trying to enjoy life for the first time, to feel happy and free for once; YES! I'm sorry it wasn't the place or the moment, but...

—I know, I know —she quickly adds. —Listen —Sam gets a little nervous and hesitates before adding. —I think you two, really, should talk openly and honestly about your "situation." I don't wish any of you hurt. Please talk —she sounds insistent, which worries you a bit.

—Yeah. Okay. I agree.

—Are you showing up for this Massi's wet dream? —Sam tries to lift the mood and return to the main topic.

—Toto is —you inform her. —He is finishing getting ready in the bathroom. I'm not. I will watch it at the hotel —now is your turn to come closer to Sam's ear and whisper. —I have to prepare for the call; Pascal set the meeting at 2 a.m., and we will rerun the scenario.

—It's good to know; I hope it all goes as planned and well —Sam says, looking relieved as she hugs you goodbye and leaves before bumping into Toto.

Toto claims "food poisoning" to excuse himself and that he spent hours feeling nauseous at his motorhome, as he makes it just in time at the garage. It's a white lie everyone buys. Actually, this happened once to him in Spain after going out for dinner.

Niki notices he has far too much color on his cheeks, for that matter, but chooses to let it go. Toto has been far more than responsible for many years, which has significantly cost him a lot in his personal life; Niki feels he deserves and needs some recklessness and happiness in his life. So, he plays along.

He softly pats Toto's shoulder and gives him a small smile as he sits beside him at the workstation and places his headphones and gear on.

The show is about to start.

The F1 anniversary's opening ceremony is the most glamorous affair! Bringing together a star-studded guest list of celebrities, like every big name, is there.

And there are way too many influencers wandering around the garages for Michael's likes; he lets you know as soon as you call him back, excusing yourself for leaving the circuit, calling it a personal emergency.

Minutes later, you turn on your hotel room's TV to watch the start of the ceremony. A spectacular video mapping and drone display showcases the sport's rich history on the circuit track. It displays iconic footage on the many kilometers of asphalt as broadcast to millions of viewers worldwide.

This is followed by a visually captivating driver's parade in which current drivers donned old-fashioned racing suits representing different eras of their teams, paying homage to the evolution of the sport as they get driven around interloped with cars with performers giving it all and working the crowds, till they make it to the main stage, where AC/DC comes out to close the show.

In the middle of their set, all the grid drivers exhibit their coordination skills, making donuts together as the cherry on the cake, leaving fans ecstatic. You must admit it looked so cool. Massi must be shitting his pants!

Your room service order comes just in time as the race starts; you asked for too many desserts and sweets along with your salmon; you are feeling low and are taking comfort in the delicious food you savor, an unhealthy habit of yours, eating your feelings.

Toto let you know before leaving, in between kisses, that he was attending a Mercedes team dinner after the race to celebrate with the team so that you would be sleeping alone tonight. You were so grateful for it, avoiding the trouble of making out an excuse to be able to attend the late-night meeting in private.

Sam is right; you aren't taking any of this seriously enough.

The entire Mercedes team gathers in one of the most glamorous and lavish restaurants in London, "Amazónico." It is the coolest place Sam has been in a while, full of foliage-festooned walls and decor inspired by the rainforest of Brazil. Gorgeous velvets, greenery environments, and deco touches give the place an exotic yet luxurious vibe.

The mechanics and engineers, usually in their sports attire, look sharp in elegant outfits, and the mood is ON! Drinks flow as Toto gives a motivational speech to start the night, congratulating the team for their performance so far and inspiring them to give their all to secure the championship, acknowledging the fierce competition from Williams and Ferrari.

Susie and Toto are by the bar; she is sitting on the stool with her arms resting on the shoulders of a standing Toto as they chat, almost mouth-on-mouth, looking joyful.

Niki looks bemused as he watches them from afar, already sitting at the main large table the venue arranged for them and where they are about to have dinner. He addresses Sam, sitting to his right, without moving his gaze from the couple. —Weren't they..?

—Apparently, they are not —Sam gives him a look as she looks for something in her purse.

Niki looks as disappointed and surprised as she is as he nods to her, lets out a small, barely audible sigh, and sips his bourbon.

As Sam gets hammered with Bono and Annalise, Toto reaches them at the booth near the back of the place. He stays on his feet, waiting for them to finish their round of shots on a spinner wheel, and then bends to talk to a very comfortable, sitting, and tipsy-looking Sam with pink-red cheeks.

—What are your plans for tomorrow? —he asks her a bit loud, over the set the DJ is playing.

—Nothing, just chilling and recovering from this night; why?

—To hang out and tourist around, like we always do or did, how about that?

—Aw, you miss me, asshole?

—You are a necessary evil, but yeah, I miss you.

—Why does everyone seem so emotional lately? I hope it's not contagious.

—We have lots to catch on to; I feel it's been ages and pure work between us.

—Please tell me if it's terminal.

—No, you moron, I'm totally fine —he swings his hand a bit too hard, spilling some of his drink.

"Then tell your eyes, liar! Yeah, all drunk at a work event? Sure, you are TOTALLY fine," Sam thinks. —I'm free, then. Will she join us?

—Who? —Toto looks taken off guard, thinking of you instead of Susie, whom Sam refers to.

—Sus, since she is around again.

—Sam, I...

—Oh, no, it's none of my business. I would rather it that way; I'm just asking.

—No, she isn't; it will be just us.

—Good —she ends the conversation.

"Is Sam mad at me? She sounded like it." Toto thinks. It's always hard to read her.

As the night is about to end and everyone seems drunk, Toto comes to cool down and relax after being forced to hit the dance floor against his will. He is not feeling it tonight, so he chooses to sit next to Niki and chat with him.

Toto is not on his usual dumb and lively drunk ass; he is weirdly somber. In the middle of their casual conversation, Niki asks him: —So, who changed their mind? —knowing what's up as he looks at Susie dance with George.

—About?

—Having children.

There is a long silence while Toto looks at Susie, laughing and throwing some moves around the dancefloor.

—I'm giving it a try.

Niki slowly nods and says nothing, and Toto stares at him. He recognizes Niki's disappointed face when he sees it, and Toto takes another big sip of his drink, swallowing hard.

You wake up late the following day after falling asleep around 5 a.m. once the call ends, feeling emotionally drained and not wanting to leave the bed. But when in Rome, you mean London. Nothing will lift your spirits more than going shopping; you are a shoes and purses maniac, and that new Miu Miu collection screams your name.

You are in the middle of buying half of Harrods when you receive a text from Toto.

"I won't be able to stay with you these days as I was hoping, I'm expected at Brackley. See you on the weekend. I miss you already."

Great, just what you needed.

Still in the UK

The British GP is here! And most of you already feel like you had enough Silverstone already.

Since Lewis swept the floor with everyone on the anniversary race, a similar result is expected for this weekend.

The FIA calls you all into one of the now traditional meetings, but this time around, Massi is expected to join in.

So when you arrive at that sad meeting room, he is standing right there next to the door; you are the last one to join, so he is facing you while waiting for you to finish stepping in to close the door after you, and you don't let go an opportunity like that.

As you step in, you hand him your coat and purse as if he were the receptionist and thank him, motioning to tip him as the entire room laughs.

Massi looks so confused and appalled at you, getting taken entirely off guard, but follows along, not knowing what else to do, or if you are serious or just messing around, still holding your things in his hands, and places your coat on the hanger and your purse on the empty chair next to yours.

—The nerve —Sebastian tells you in a low voice and takes a discrete bow at you with his hands as you sit on your chair next to his. Vettel is hiding behind Charles in the row in front of him, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. Both your eyes sparkle as your looks lock and smile at each other. Seb has the most gorgeous eyes on earth.

Then the meeting starts.

After being freed from that, you are walking down the pitlane on your way to free practice, chatting and fooling around with Carlos, Lando, and Mick, but suddenly, you stop just meters away from the Mercedes' slot.

Lewis and George join you as soon as they notice you guys and come out of their garage, staring amusedly at a very frozen you as they reach you.

—Is that..? —you say, peeking inside the Merc's garage. —Oh, my God! Is that ROGER FEDERER?! —you let out in a funny and pitchy little scream.

George starts to laugh behind his hand, covering his mouth. You sound hilarious, and he looks at you in delight as you act all star-struck. Who would tell?

Carlos takes a few steps nearer you and closes your mouth, softly pushing your chin up with his index finger. —You are drooling —he jokes.

You go all red, tomato red, as you return to your senses.

Lewis sees the perfect opportunity for mayhem. —Oh, I'm so introducing you two! —He returns to the garage as quickly as possible to look for Roger.

—WHAT!? NONO! —you say way too loud as you watch him go, causing a couple of mechanics to raise their heads and look your way.

Lewis abruptly interrupts the engaging conversation Federer is having with Toto.

You start hyperventilating as Lewis walks alongside Roger straight in your direction. Toto observes the scene from the distance, with his muscular arms crossed. You feel his dark eyes on you.

You can't even form a greeting sentence when the Swiss introduces himself to you. A funny sound comes from your lips that sounds like a "Hi!"

Millie looks at you, astonished, as she comes closer with Normani after the guys pointed at her with their hands and arms a "Come see this, please." She pivots her gaze from you to Normani and back with an "I think she broke" expression.

Meanwhile, your brain goes: "Roger is tall, hot, hot. Jesus, that smile! Is that chest real? Oh god, don't you dare peek down at his grey sweatpants!" as you stand there like an idiot without moving or saying something.

There are a couple more seconds of pure and awkward silence till Lando's stupid, mocking little laugh gets you out of your trance. Oh, the group is living for this!

—Delighted to meet you, Roger. I'm Y/N!

The group burst out laughing at your expense, enjoying the spectacle from afar, watching you try to act human around Federer until he turns his head their way. Now, they are all gathered together, sensing their stares, and the group quickly goes apart, acting like nothing has happened, returning to their activities.

—Is it me, or is Wolff not enjoying their interaction? —Normani asks Millie as they both intertwine arms and walk away together.

—Toto!? —Millie turns her head, looking back at a serious-looking Austrian inside the garage. —I don't think so. He always looks serious. I guess it's just his resting face, but he is such a cinnamon roll.

—A cinnamon roll? What language do you speak?

—English, Miss Posh Britain Got Talent.

Normani rolls her eyes at her. She is bonkers.

—In my defense... —you start to tell the table later, as all of you try to fit into a tiny table in the McLaren cafeteria; this time, Lando is sponsoring the lunch, and as you munch your veggies wrap.

—There's no defense —Carlos mocks you.

You toss your arms in the air, mouth still full of food, to protest as everyone laughs again at your interaction with Federer.

—We witnessed one of your canonic events —Mick jokes, making Millie almost fall from her half of the chair they are sharing.

—Oh, it was hilarious —Lewis adds.

—A masterpiece —Lando admits. —That coming from me —he points at himself with a thumb finger. —It means A LOT.

You finish passing the food and clear out your throat before continuing. —In my defense, Roger was wearing the slutiest thing a man could wear, and my brain was trying to process it.

All the boys look inquisitive at you with a please tell us more face.

—The grey sweatpants! —Millie and Normani answer for you simultaneously, agreeing with your statement.

—See! —you give them all a funny face.

—I still don't get it —Lando says.

—OH GOD! Go put on a pair of grey pantsuits and look down at your dick, and tell us —Sam teases him, done with him.

—Don't you remember that viral Lewis "I have an anaconda down here" mirror Instagram selfie with the grey sweatpants? —Millie says.

—That a friend told you about! —Seb jokes, addressing Millie.

—THAT A FRIEND OF HERS TOLD HER ABOUT! That that friend isn't me —Normani joins in the fun.

—With all due respect, Sir —Millie adds, looking at Lewis, who is laughing and trying to hide his red face in the gap his flexed arms are creating, lying on the table's surface.

—So... Do you like your men in grey sweatpants? Good thing I have four of those to wear —Lando tells you, moving his eyebrows suggestively up and down several times.

—OH GOD, PLEASE NOT! —the entire table screams.

Toto joins you that night in your hotel room; the two of you don't feel like doing anything fancy; just spend the evening together. After playing a competitive round of "Talk, Flirt, and Dare," as you stack up the board game cards for the next round, he asks you. —So, Tennis? Of all sports... Tennis?!

—Yeah, it's fun! —you slowly approach Toto; he is sitting on the rug next to the game placed on the coffee table between you in the living area, looking comfortable, relaxed, and shirtless after taking a dare card, currently only wearing his briefs.

You slide a hand on his neck and chest before sitting on his lap, facing him. He wraps your waist with his toned arms and pulls you closer. Whispering against your lips —How?

—Well

—If you say so... —he shrugs. —For me, it's boring; there's not much adrenaline in it.

—Well, not all sports have to be lethal, you know? I thought you would like it since it is fast-paced —you make a thinking gesture by rubbing your chin.

—You have seen him play?

—Who? —you reply, trying to act dumb.

—Federer —he says pretty sternly.

—Several times, yeah.

—Are you one of those girls who follow him around? He told me about his groupies —he teases, but there is a jealous undertone.

—What? No, no. I don't like him like that.

Toto gives you a look that you read as "Really, girl? Closed fist, big long acrylic nails." —Uhm! If I remember correctly, you went all over him today; I think I have never seen you smile that big before —he adds. —You must look delighted in those selfies you took with him before you gave him that private tour of the Williams garage. Did he really get into the car? He passed with us. Did he like the driver's helmet you gifted him?

How on earth did Toto know about all that? That man has eyes everywhere.

—Hey, listen, I met one of my heroes FOR THE FIRST TIME and, AND, I got a bit excited! —you comb your hair with your hand. Toto's eyes can't avoid peeking at your tits as they wiggle with your arm movement. You also ended up shirtless; that sheer bra leaves nothing to the imagination.

Then he arches an eyebrow at your answer. A "bit excited" is downplaying. —He made you lose words, at first, then got you all over him, but sure "a bit excited", so, he looks better up close, or..?

—AND I got carried away. I admit it was a little embarrassing —Yep, Toto is envious. —He is okay, yeah. Are you jealous?

—Yes, completely —he purrs dangerously against your mouth, and you feel his warm breath brushing your lips. —Lucky for me, that guy is off the market —he looks intensely at you.

You kiss Toto, melting for him inside. —I wouldn't pick him over you —you pause to reassure him and keep kissing him. —I wouldn't pick anyone else over you —more kissing. —You are all I want.

Toto reacts weirdly. He gives you a look you don't know how to read; it's full of devotion, but there's something else, like anger. Is he that possessive, or is there something else?

You feel like following Sam's advice, and this may be the perfect moment for it.

But he senses you are about to open a conversation he isn't ready to have. Toto hates himself for it, so he quickly and softly moves you to get on his feet and asks you if you want another glass of wine. He is already taking your glass and walking to the winery, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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legendary-69420 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 5: Road Trip Adventures

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 2) Song : Sunroof

The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon as Mark and Charles loaded up the car, excitement buzzing in the air. This road trip had been planned as a getaway from the constant media buzz, a chance for them to relax and enjoy each other’s company away from the racing circuits.

“Are you sure you packed everything?” Charles asked, glancing skeptically at the overflowing trunk.

Mark shrugged, a playful grin on his face. “I’ve got the essentials: snacks, music, and—” he opened a bag to reveal a collection of ridiculous hats, “—these!”

Charles shook his head, laughing. “We’re going to look like idiots.”

“Exactly! That’s the point!” Mark chuckled, tossing a hat onto Charles' head. “You look good in pink.”

They hit the road, music blasting as they sang along to every song they knew. The hours flew by as they navigated through winding roads and picturesque landscapes. With each passing mile, their camaraderie deepened, laughter spilling out like a fountain of joy.

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As the sun began to set, they arrived at their first motel. “Well, here we are!” Mark announced, looking at the modest building with its neon “VACANCY” sign flickering above.

“Let’s check in,” Charles said, eager to drop their bags after a long drive.

They approached the front desk, only to find that there was one room left. The receptionist smiled apologetically. “Sorry, fellas. It’s a couple’s room. Just one bed.”

Mark and Charles exchanged incredulous looks. “Uh, we’re just friends,” Mark said, trying to sound casual.

“He was talking about the room dummy" Charles tried to control his laugh.

"And also, we can share!” Charles added, feigning confidence.

With a shrug, they took the key and made their way to the room. Inside, they found a cozy but cramped space, with a large bed taking up most of the area.

“Guess we’re sharing,” Charles said, an amused glint in his eye.

“I’ll take the edge,” Mark replied, rolling his eyes. “But you better not steal the blanket!”

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That night, as they settled in, Mark took the edge of the bed, but it wasn’t long before he started tossing and turning. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, half-asleep. “How am I supposed to sleep like this?”

“Just try not to hog the bed,” Charles groaned, rolling over.

Hours later, Mark’s restlessness had reached its peak. He turned toward Charles, who was blissfully asleep. “Hey, Charles,” he whispered.

“What?” Charles mumbled, barely awake.

“Do you think we could... switch spots? I feel like I’m falling off the bed.”

Charles sighed but reluctantly moved to the edge. “Fine, just don’t kick me in your sleep.”

Mark grinned, pleased with himself as they finally settled into a somewhat comfortable arrangement.

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In the middle of the night, the warmth of the blankets and the soothing rhythm of Charles’ breathing drew Mark into a peaceful sleep. As he drifted off, he unconsciously snuggled closer to Charles, wrapping an arm around him like a teddy bear.

When morning came, the sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Mark stirred, blinking sleepily as he realized he was half on top of Charles, his head resting comfortably against Charles’ shoulder.

For a moment, he panicked, but then he caught a whiff of Charles’ familiar scent—fresh, like the outdoors mixed with a hint of cologne. It felt surprisingly nice, safe even. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling warmth spreading through his chest.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Charles said, his voice thick with sleep as he stretched beneath Mark.

“Care to move off me?”

“Uhh, sorry,” Mark said, slightly embarrassed, but he couldn’t deny how comfortable it felt to be close to Charles. Reluctantly, he rolled off and plopped back onto his side of the bed.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “You were snuggling me like a teddy bear.”

“Guess I’m just a cuddly guy,” Mark replied with a playful smirk, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

“Just don’t make it a habit,” Charles shot back, but the smile on his face betrayed his amusement.

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The next day, they decided to head out for some camping. Mark was thrilled, imagining evenings filled with laughter around a campfire. When they arrived at the campsite, the reality of setting up camp hit them.

“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got,” Mark said, unpacking his tent.

After an hour of struggling, Mark was on the verge of losing his patience. He read the instructions again, frustration mounting. “How.Is.This.Even.Supposed.To.Work?” he groaned, kicking at the tent in a fit of rage.

With a final frustrated kick, the tent collapsed in on itself. “Are you kidding me?!” he exclaimed, hands on his hips.

Charles couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like you’ve got a real talent for tent demolition.”

“Shut up,” Mark said, trying to stifle his own laughter. “At least I didn’t kick your tent down.”

“Yet,” Charles quipped, enjoying Mark’s misfortune.

With nowhere else to go, Mark begrudgingly accepted his fate. “Alright, fine. I’ll share your tent.”

“Just don’t bring your drama into my space,” Charles warned, grinning widely.

As they settled into Charles’ tent, the night took a cozy turn. They both huddled in their sleeping bags, sharing stories and secrets about their lives and dreams, their voices mingling with the sound of crickets chirping outside.

“Remember that time you almost crashed at Monaco?” Mark asked, chuckling at the memory. “I thought you were going to fly off the track!”

“Hey, I was just testing the limits,” Charles shot back, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Testing the limits or testing your luck?” Mark teased, nudging him playfully.

They spent hours talking, the warmth of the fire flickering beside them. For the first time in a long time, Mark felt relaxed. It was just him and Charles, no pressures, no cameras—just two friends finding comfort in each other’s company.

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Social Media Reactions:

As they posted a few photos from their road trip on social media, the comments flooded in, filled with playful banter and support for their budding friendship.

@racing_fanatic: “This is the best duo we never knew we needed! Road trip goals! 🚗💨”

@Leclerc_Loversss: “Mark setting up that tent is the mood of 2024 😂”

@F1_Socialz: “Why are they so cute together?? Someone tell them to date already!”

@MarkandCharlesForever: “If I don’t see a romantic campfire kiss in the next post, I’ll be very disappointed.”

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As they finally settled in for the night, Mark couldn’t help but feel grateful. “Thanks for letting me crash in your tent,” he said quietly, glancing over at Charles, who was already half-asleep.

“Just don’t snore,” Charles murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips as he drifted off.

Mark chuckled to himself, the warmth of the fire and the company of his friend wrapping around him like a cozy blanket.

They woke up next morning snuggling again as somehow they were both out of their sleeping bags and were holding each other like their teddy bear.

"Ugh. Not Again" they both groaned blushing and chuckling.

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angeliqueiguess · 1 month ago

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''Focus!'' (Christmas Edition)

(must read after reading the fic)

W. Count:1.2k

Warnings:Swearing, chaos, crack, fluffiness, holiday vibes.

It was a crisp December afternoon in New York City, and the season’s first snowfall had turned the streets into a winter wonderland. The world outside was quiet yet bustling with the excitement of the holidays—twinkling lights adorned streetlamps, store windows displayed festive decorations, and the scent of roasted chestnuts mingled with the crisp cold air.

Y/n, Jaehyun, and their close-knit group of friends had decided to escape their usual chaos and spend Christmas in a cozy cabin upstate. It wasn’t just about unwinding—it was about creating a holiday that felt intimate and meaningful, away from the noise of their everyday lives.

The cabin, tucked in a serene forest, was like something out of a Christmas card. Wooden beams lined the ceilings, a stone fireplace crackled softly in the background, and a towering Christmas tree they had decorated together the night before stood proudly in the corner, covered in handmade ornaments and twinkling lights. It was the perfect setting for a festive getaway.

“Alright, team!” Johnny’s voice boomed as he strode into the living room, clapping his hands dramatically. He wore an obnoxious Christmas sweater that read ‘Ho Ho Hot’ in bold, glittery letters.

“Who’s ready for the great Neo Christmas Bake-Off?” he declared with an exaggerated grin, striking a pose as if he were on a cooking show.

“Are you seriously calling it that?” Yuta asked from the couch, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Oh, absolutely,” Johnny replied, completely ignoring the sarcasm. “This is a competition, people. Glory is on the line.”

“Glory?” Mark repeated, snorting. “Hyung, I'm pretty sure none of us even know how to bake.”

“Speak for yourself,” Ten said, crossing his arms. “Some of us actually have taste.”

Y/n laughed, pulling Jaehyun up from his spot on the rug. “Fine, we’re in. But don’t cry when we win.”

The kitchen quickly turned into a battleground as everyone paired off into teams and got to work. There was flour in the air, frosting in questionable places, and enough laughter to make it all worth the mess.

Team 1: ‘The Cute Couple’ – Y/n and Jaehyun

Y/n was laser-focused on making gingerbread cookies, each one personalized to resemble someone in the group. Meanwhile, Jaehyun had taken on the delicate task of decorating intricate snowflakes with royal icing.

“Babe,” Jaehyun said, pointing at one of the gingerbread men with an amused smirk. “Is this supposed to be me?”

“Obviously,” Y/n replied, trying to suppress her laughter.

“This guy’s arms look like he lifts refrigerators for fun.”

“It’s interpretive art,” Y/n shot back defensively, nudging him playfully. “Better than your sad snowflakes. Seriously, what’s going on there?”

Jaehyun held up one of his slightly misshapen snowflakes. “They’re abstract,” he said with mock seriousness, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “You’re just jealous of my steady hand.”

Team 2: ‘The World’s Best Christmas Team’ – Johnny and Ten

Johnny and Ten had ambitiously decided to tackle a Yule log.

“Okay,” Ten said, inspecting their progress with a critical eye, “we’re going for eleganza extravaganza. Minimalist perfection.”

“Minimalist?” Johnny echoed, pointing to the uneven swirl and the chocolate frosting that was already cracking.

“It’s rustic,” Ten corrected him sharply, dusting powdered sugar over the top with exaggerated care. “Besides, it’s about the vibes.”

“Vibes?” Johnny repeated. “This thing looks like it got caught in a snowstorm.”

Team 3: ‘MarkHyuck – Dessert Geniuses’ – Mark and Haechan

Mark and Haechan’s goal was to bake sugar cookies. The reality? The kitchen island looked like a rainbow explosion of sprinkles and frosting.

“Yoo dude, you’re using the wrong piping tip!” Mark exclaimed, his voice rising as Haechan carelessly squeezed frosting onto yet another cookie.

“Relax, Markus,” Haechan said, unbothered. “It’s abstract.”

“Stop calling everything abstract!” Mark groaned, wrestling the piping bag out of Haechan’s hands, only to accidentally smear frosting on his own sweater.

“Nice one,” Haechan teased, snickering. “Your sweater looks better now.”

Team 4: ‘Everyone’s Dumb but Me’ – Yuta

Yuta had refused to team up with anyone, claiming he worked better alone. He stood in the corner, meticulously rolling matcha truffles into perfect spheres.

“How are you so calm right now?” Ten asked, watching Yuta work as chaos erupted behind them.

“I’m not chaotic,” Yuta replied simply, sprinkling a touch of edible gold dust on each truffle with precision.

Hours later, the group gathered in the living room for the official judging session. Y/n and Jaehyun’s samoyed had been recruited as the honorary judge, wagging its tail excitedly as everyone displayed their creations.

Ten dramatically presented his and Johnny’s Yule log, only for it to collapse slightly in the middle as soon as it hit the table.

“Hmm,” Johnny said, his face smug. “Rustic, huh?”

Ten shot him a glare that could melt the snow outside.

Y/n and Jaehyun’s gingerbread cookies earned points for creativity, though Johnny declared that his cookie “looked like it had been through a bad breakup.”

Mark and Haechan’s cookies? One was meant to resemble a snowman, though the frosting had melted into what Yuta bluntly described as “a modern art installation.”

“Yup, Yuta wins,” Jaehyun declared after popping a truffle into his mouth.

“Obviously,” Yuta replied, smirking as he basked in his victory.

With the bake-off behind them, the group settled by the fireplace for their Secret Santa exchange. The glow of the fire filled the room as wrapping paper was torn open and laughter echoed around them.

Ten squealed when he unwrapped a giant brush organizer.

“Who got this?” he demanded, holding it up.

“I did,” Y/n said proudly. “You leave your brushes everywhere. It was necessary.”

“You really get me,” Ten said, clutching the organizer dramatically.

Jaehyun unwrapped a leather journal from Johnny.

“For your songwriting,” Johnny explained. “Since Dandelion was a hit, I figured you’d need another outlet.”

Jaehyun smiled, touched. “Thanks, man.”

Yuta received a hand-knitted scarf from Mark, who blushed when Yuta actually smiled and said, “Thanks.”

Johnny’s gift turned out to be a framed photo of the group from the previous Christmas. He beamed, placing it above the fireplace.

“You guys are the best,” he said softly.

“Who’s up for sledding?” Haechan asked once all the gifts were unwrapped.

“It’s fucking freezing!” protested Ten.

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a Grinch,” Mark said, grabbing his arm.

Bundled in layers, the group trekked to a snowy hill behind the cabin. Mark and Haechan went first, screaming as their sled narrowly missed a tree.

“This was a mistake!” Y/n shouted as she and Jaehyun sped down the hill, veering slightly off course.

Johnny and Ten tumbled out of their sled halfway down, landing in the snow.

“Never again,” Ten groaned, brushing snow off his face while Johnny was histerically laughing.

Yuta, of course, sledded solo and flawlessly, earning cheers from everyone.

The next morning, they gathered around the Christmas tree in their pajamas, sipping hot chocolate as snow continued to fall outside. Y/n leaned against Jaehyun, her head on his shoulder.

“This is perfect,” she said softly.

Jaehyun kissed the top of her head. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

“To chaos, friendship, and Johnny’s terrible Yule log!” Ten toasted, lifting his mug.

“Hey! It was a team effort!” Johnny retorted, laughing along with everyone else.

As the cabin filled with warmth and laughter, Y/n smiled.

This Christmas, she knew, would be one for the books.

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Angie's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! Hope y'all enjoy this first spin off!! Love ya!

Taglist: @apolloxxivmin @aerivrs @chan-yeoldelling @livingdoll-hara @cryingforjae @heavenjae @milanco @sibwol @neocupidd @minkyuncutie @miniature-tragedy @kukkurookkoo @kodasity @injunnie-lemon @thegracerammy @hahaechans @illitzen @pandagirl753 @flamingi

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ty-loves · 1 year ago

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The Getaway House Granite Falls🌲

Nestled in the foliage of Granite Falls is The Getaway House. These dual identical cabins allow campers to be up close and personal with nature. They may not look like much from the outside but with large floor to ceiling windows, a dark and cozy interior, and loft style bedroom, this lodging is perfect for couples or singles looking to get away from their everyday lives.

Lot type: Vacation Rental (can function as a rental in residential worlds with for rent EP)

Lot Size: 30x20

2bd 2bath, Lot Traits/Challenges: natural light, romantic aura, study spot, simple living

Location: Granite Falls

EA ID: ty_loves415 (include custom content to find build)

TOU: PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN. credits are appreciated

CC list under the cut, Thank you all CC creators

CC free version also uploaded. Required packs listed under the cut. Please use bb.moveobjects when placing lot. Please feel free to tag me if you use this build :)

EPs Used: Get Famous, Growing Together, Get Together, HS Years, Discover Uni, Seasons, Cottage Living

GPs: Outdoor Retreat, Jungle Adventures, Spa Day SPs: Nifty Knitting, Laundry Day, Home Chef Hustle,

Kits: Modern Luxe, Everyday Clutter, Greenhouse Haven

(NoCC build also uses the following packs/kits: For Rent, Horse Ranch, My Wedding Stories, Paranormal Stuff, Little Campers Kit, Blooming Rooms Kit, Desert Luxe Kit, Courtyard Oasis Kit, & Book Nook Kit)

CC Used:

Charly Pancakes: Lavish (decor shoes)

Snootysims: Pantry Haven

Peacemaker- Bowed Living

Joyce- #8 Simple Live Collection

bbygyal123- Balance collection

lilaccreative- "That Sim" Essentials

Syboulette- Jules Bedroom

Tuds- Beam Kitchen

MAX20- Kitchen Appliances Pack 1&2

MadamRia- Limber Lumber Floors Recolor

Myshunosun- Lottie Bedroom, Simmify Music Nook

AwingedLlama- Nostalgia Living Stuff, Boho Living

Little Dica- Sleek Slumber, Greasy Goods, H&B store

Sixam CC- Teen Bedroom, Dreamy Outdoor, Hotel Room

Piersim- MCM House, Auntie Vera's Bathroom, Unfold, Woodland Ranch, Oak House, David's Apartment, Domaine Du Clos

House of Harlix- Coastal Collection, Spoons, Octave, Shop The Look, Shop The Look 2, Fayun, Harluxe Resort, Orjanic, Living Rum, The Kichen, Baysic, Jardane, Tiny Twavellers

#tyloves #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 #black simmer #ts4 builds #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 build #showusyourbuilds

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silkjade · 1 year ago

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Hi Jade, have you ever assigned your mutuals a ship? If not you should, it’s lots of fun! 🩷

yes i have before actually ! i can’t find the old post lolz but since it’s december, i’ll do a lil extra smthg ‘n send my mooties on a winter(ish) date as well ૮꒰ྀི •̀⩊•́ ꒱ྀིა

⤀ @sunnyshiloh gandharva ville is coasty toasty from all the delicious aromas of u and tighnari making the yummiest dishes + desserts with all ur winter fruits 'n veggies ! perhaps even a candlelit dinner ? no fire hazard w 'nari around 🍲

⤀ @zhongrin / @meimeimeirin hot pot for 2 pls at third round knockout ! order whatever u want babe, zhongli will write it off as a business expense cus treating da wifey is a full time job and he clocks in to work every day 🫡

⤀ @anantaru are u cold ? perhaps it's the perfect opportunity for heizou to warm u up, so how does a steamy hot springs date sound ? booked for just u two ofc, closed 🙅‍♀️❌ to the public today sryyyy !

⤀ @dustofthedailylife you & alhaitham are spending a cozy night in decorating the house 'n sipping on yummy hot chocolate ! kaveh will say it's cheesy af that there're mistletoes in all ur fave corners of the house, but just ignore him 🙄

⤀ @lunargrapejuice hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t slip ! hold on tight cus you’re going ice skating with neuvillette ! don't worry about falling, won't happen on his watch ⛸️🕵️‍♂️

⤀ @hwaitham kshahrewar has so much extra scrap metal, no one would even notice if alhaitham snuck a couple pieces so that he can take you sledding in the snowy slopes of dragonspine right ? 🤸‍♀️🛷

⤀ @mydiluc mr & mrs ragnvindr are decorating a gingerbread manor w lil gingerbread versions of you 'n him, so ofc diluc must swipe a glob of frosting onto ur face just so he has an excuse to kiss it off 😋🧁

⤀ @mooncreates the yashiro commissioner takes you out on a nice lil walk in the snow (boring !!!) toss a snowball at him when he isn't looking, and the real ayato comes out to play 🤫

⤀ @seveninchesfrominsanity no flights in teyvat ? wrong ! point to anywhere on the maps babe cus the akademiya’s on break and scaramouche is taking you on a winter getaway ✈️

⤀ @manumimiii to liven up the fortress of meropide for the holidays, you & wriothesley are off to erinnyes to find the perfect christmas tree ! cold ? no worries, he brought a thermos of tea so go 'n snuggle up under his coat 🌲

⤀ @i23kazu barista bb, this winter you are introducing xiao to the art of latte making 'n latte art 'n be sure to snap a pic of the conqueror of demons w a lil milk foam 'stachie hehe ☕️

⤀ @yuellii i m sending you & furina to the holiday market to shop for cute lil things that u def don't need ahem.. but um.. support small fontaine businesses right ! perhaps u can even get a pair of matching lil smthgs ? 💳💥

⤀ @ryuryuryuyurboat kaeya is taking you out of the city 'n down to dragonspine away from light pollution to stargaze ! but light pollution ? in mondstadt ? ehe perhaps its just an excuse to cuddle up in the cold then 🤭🌌

#..⊹࣪˖ ꒰ games ꒱#sry if i missed u ! these are the mooties i interact w most / recently !#&& i wasn't sure if some of my new moots would be comfortable w this so just lmk if u wnna be added (or not) nxt time : D #— 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼

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pulsdmedia · 14 days ago

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The Week Ahead 1/20-1/26

If dry January has slipped through the cracks, that's where we come in! We're talking wine adventures, boozy festivals, and a rooftop open bar - we're so ready! Nothing warms you up from the inside out like a couple of sips, so get thirsty for it all, New York City!

$39: Spend 3.5 Hours Drinking 100+ Wines From All Over The World

This Saturday, you could be sipping 3.5 Hours of Unlimited Red, White, Rosé & Sparkling Wines from Local, National & International Wineries - this is the big Wine Festival in NYC! Feel the winter air melt away as you explore a selection of bold reds, crisp whites, and elegant rosés from renowned wineries such as Sauvage, Shoe Crazy Wine, Ferreira Carpenter, and Pale Moonlight Wine. While you're at it, fill up on Chavas Empanadas & Angry Archie's lobster rolls, playing a few games and boogying to live music along the way. It's sip-tastic!

Free Ice Skating at Bryant Park

The @bryantparknyc winter village ice rink will be free admission! You MUST make a reservation to ice skate and if you bring your own skates it is totally free. If you do not have skates you can rent them as well. Reservations open daily for dates one week out. It's open daily through March 2, 2025

$29 Ticket To A Rooftop Y2K Open Bar Party: Emo Edition

Dive into your black eyeliner days of the early 2000s at Elsie Rooftop's Y2K Day Party: Emo Edition! DJ Kevin Riddagh will be spinning the ultimate Y2K pop-punk and emo anthems, cranking up those nostalgic guitar riffs and angst-filled choruses. From Fall Out Boy’s "Sugar" to My Chemical Romance’s "Black Parade," this is your chance to scream along to the soundtrack of your teenage heart. Your ticket gets you into this 2 hour open bar, so you can sip your way through the party like it's the good old days - no regrets, just good vibes...

And Scene Improv Show

New York top improvisers and actors from Broadway, TV and beyond perform in scenes from Mamet to Moliere and everything in between. The actors will know their lines and the improvisers will improvise with no prior knowledge of the scenes.

$29 New York Times-Praised Winery Tour & Wine Tasting Experience

Unwind and savor the season's best wine harvests at the Forbes, The New York Times, & The Wall Street Journal-celebrated Brooklyn Winery. Bring a date for a cozy fall getaway, or round up your pals for an enchanting voyage through Williamsburg's hidden wine hideaway, as their signature wine tour will take you on a journey of flavor & viticulture! At the end of the tour, enjoy a tasting of five Brooklyn Winery wines, allowing your taste buds to absorb each sip with newfound appreciation and understanding...

Daiya Crustbuster Pop-Up

Daiya knows its new and improved pizza line made with Daiya Oat Cream™ Blend delivers all the rich, cheesy, gooey satisfaction people love. So the brand is inviting people to see this for themselves at its Crustbuster pop-up. Come taste-test the latest Daiya dairy-free pizza flavors for free—no strings attached.

#pulsd #nyc #newyork #newyorkcity #getpulsd #nyclife #foodie #new york city

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theconnectiongarden · 1 year ago

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50 Romantic Ideas to Reignite the Spark in Your Relationship

Hey there, lovebirds! Whether you’ve been together for months, years, or decades, keeping the romance alive is key to a thriving relationship. Sometimes, all you need is a little inspiration to rekindle that flame. That's why I've put together a list of 50 romantic ideas to add a spark to your relationship. From simple gestures to grand surprises, there’s something here for every couple. And if you're looking for more in-depth guidance on building a deeper connection, my Couples & Relationship Therapy Workbook is a great resource to explore alongside these ideas.

1. Surprise Date Nights: Plan a surprise date night. It could be dinner at a fancy restaurant or a cozy night in. And why not use one of the creative date ideas from the workbook?

2. Handwritten Love Letters: Write heartfelt, handwritten love letters to each other.

3. Weekend Getaway: Organize a surprise weekend getaway to a place you both love or have always wanted to visit.

4. Cooking Together: Spend an evening cooking a new recipe together.

5. Sunrise or Sunset Watching: Find a beautiful spot to watch the sunrise or sunset together.

6. Recreate Your First Date: Relive the memories by recreating your first date.

7. Star Gazing: Lay out a blanket and gaze at the stars together.

8. Love Notes: Leave little love notes in unexpected places.

9. Spa Day at Home: Set up a spa day at home with massages and relaxation.

10. Memory Book: Create a book or a digital album of your favorite memories together. While assembling it, use prompts from the workbook to reflect on your journey together and deepen your bond.

11. Dance Together: Have a dance night at home to your favorite songs.

12. Breakfast in Bed: Surprise your partner with breakfast in bed.

13. Watch a Romantic Movie: Have a movie night with a selection of romantic films.

14. Go for a Hike: Connect with nature and each other on a scenic hike.

15. Visit a Museum or Art Gallery: Spend a day exploring a museum or art gallery.

16. Write a Song or Poem: If you’re musically inclined, write a song or poem for your partner.

17. Take a Class Together: Sign up for a class you’re both interested in, like cooking, dancing, or pottery.

18. Plan a Picnic: Have a romantic picnic in a local park.

19. Couples Photoshoot: Arrange a professional photoshoot or take candid shots of each other.

20. Candlelit Dinner at Home: Cook or order in and have a candlelit dinner.

21. Plan Future Dreams: Spend an evening planning your future together.

22. Volunteer Together: Share the love by volunteering for a cause you both care about.

23. Write Future Letters: Write letters to each other to open in the future.

24. Create a Playlist: Make a playlist of songs that are special to your relationship.

25. Take a Road Trip: Hit the road and see where it takes you. During the trip, you can use the conversation starters from the workbook to learn new things about each other and strengthen your connection.

26. Visit a Winery or Brewery: Spend a day tasting wines or beers.

27. Try a New Restaurant: Go out to a new restaurant in town.

28. Weekend Brunch: Enjoy a lazy weekend brunch together.

29. Play Board Games: Have a fun night playing your favorite board games.

30. Attend a Concert or Show: See a live concert or show together.

31. Visit a Botanical Garden: Take a stroll through a local botanical garden.

32. Go on a Bike Ride: Explore your city or town on a bike ride.

33. Make a Time Capsule: Create a time capsule of your relationship and open it in the future.

34. Have a Themed Dinner Night: Choose a theme and make a dinner night out of it.

35. Take a Scenic Drive: Drive through scenic routes in or near your city.

36. Visit an Amusement Park: Spend a day at an amusement park.

37. Go to a Festival: Find a local festival or fair and enjoy it together.

38. Have a DIY Project Day: Work on a home improvement or craft project together.

39. Go Kayaking or Canoeing: Have an adventure on the water.

40. Take a Hot Air Balloon Ride: Experience a hot air balloon ride for a unique date.

41. Watch Old Home Videos: Reminisce by watching old videos or photos.

42. Go to a Trivia Night: Participate in a trivia night at a local bar or cafe.

43. Plan a Themed Movie Marathon: Have a movie marathon with a specific theme.

44. Go Horseback Riding: Try horseback riding for a fun outdoor activity.

45. Visit a Farmer’s Market: Stroll through a farmer’s market and cook a meal with your finds.

46. Attend a Cooking Demonstration: Learn something new at a cooking demo.

47. Go to an Aquarium: Spend a day at an aquarium.

48. Take a Yoga Class Together: Relax and connect with a couple's yoga class.

49. Have a Beach Day: Spend a day relaxing at the beach.

50. Go on a Scavenger Hunt: Spice up your day with a personalized scavenger hunt for each other. For a ready-made adventure, check out my Scavenger Hunt Pack for Couples, designed to bring fun and excitement into your relationship. This pack takes the guesswork out of creating an engaging activity and is filled with creative clues and challenges tailored for couples. It’s a playful way to explore and enjoy each other's company, creating lasting memories.

Remember, it’s not about grand gestures but about the thought and love you put into them. These ideas are just a starting point. Feel free to get creative and tailor them to suit your relationship’s unique dynamic. The most important thing is to spend quality time together, creating new memories and strengthening your bond. The Couples & Relationship Therapy Workbook can be a valuable tool in this journey, offering deeper insights and structured activities to strengthen your relationship. It’s designed to complement these romantic ideas, providing a foundation for continued growth and connection.

FAQs

1. Are these ideas suitable for all budgets?

Yes, there are options here for every budget, from free activities to more elaborate plans.

2. Can we modify these ideas to suit our interests?

Absolutely! Feel free to adapt and change these ideas to match what you both enjoy.

3. What if we're not very romantic?

Romance is subjective. The key is to find activities that you both feel comfortable with and enjoy.

4. How often should we plan these activities?

It depends on your schedules, but try to set aside time regularly, whether it’s weekly or monthly.

5. Can the workbook be used along with these romantic ideas?

Of course! The workbook is a great complement to these activities, offering deeper insights and guided exercises to enhance your connection.

6. Where can I get the Couples & Relationship Workbook?

You can find the workbook here: Get Access Now. It’s a great resource for couples looking to deepen their relationship and reignite the spark.

7. Where Can I get the Scavenger Hunt for Couples Pack?

You can find the pack here: Click here. It’s a great tool for couples add a playful yet intimate twist to their relationship.

#date ideas #date night #relationship #couple #marriage #relationship advice #healthy relationships #relationships #love language #love #conversations #communication #connection #couples #romantic couple #romantic #couple goals #passion #couple therapy

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