#i'll probably add ciao later | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

f1-giuki · 1 year

Text

A Sunday Kind of Love 6 is at +13k words and I don't know how longer it will get, probably a lot, I love it.

Should I add a scene where Max, on the phone with Charles’s mom, dyes Charles’ hair?

And, here's a snippet of the fic! Enjoy!

The next morning Max is awake and not too dumbed by a long 12-hour nap. All the tiredness he accumulated caught up with him. He wakes up rather early and manages to eat half of the sweets in the pantry for breakfast. He drinks a red red bull can, the only one he's allowed in the house, and he walks upstairs to turn on the simulator. He might do some endurance racing until lunch.

As the computer turns on he checks his messages. There are a few texts from Charles, a bunch of I lost my dildo, do you know where my pink dildo is texts, a picture of a cake his mother made with a finger half covering the camera lens, another one without the finger, a video Arthur took of Charles asleep on the sofa snoring loudly, you stole my highway pass!!, BASTARD!, then Charles texts him the time he will leave for Italy, two days later, Max blinks twice when he sees that Charles will drive from Monaco to their place.

Babe, are you insane?

Wait, don't answer… What will you do today?

He texts and grins when he sees Charles's answer, a sticker of his face holding a red triangle sign saying 'don't'. Max laughs.

I'll sleep again, go to your place since mine is flooded with people outside, I'll help mom make a menu for the dinner with the cousins and then I'll probably be forced to make lasagne for lunch by Arthur, he doesn't let me live after the ones I made for Easter

Tell him that the next time you fall asleep he should draw a dick on your forehead

Like he did last week

absolutely no, don't give him strange ideas

You're lucky I don't have his number

I know you think I lack self-preservation instincts, but I don't go that far

I miss you

I love you

I love you too

don't let Arthur wait for his food

Blah blah blah, ttyl <3

God you're so sexy when you use millennial slang

Max smiles and puts his phone on the Red Bull mini-fridge he has in the sim room, next to his first world championship trophy. A curious piece of tat. He sits down and fixes the camera in front of him. He still has an hour before he needs to turn it on and join a live stream with his sim racing team. He grins and opens goat simulator and takes his phone to text Lando.

Wanna do one hour of goat simulator before I go live?

Fuck yeah, mate

Max's stomach rumbles at half past noon, while he's still streaming and, after five minutes of good teasing, he turns off the live stream, and goes to the kitchen, trying to understand what to make. He looks at the package of tagliatelle Charles bought but didn't like. It's been sitting on the counter for two weeks. He takes it and grins as he opens the pantry filled with stacked jars of fancy tomato sauce. Charles really has a problem…

"Okay, that will do," he mumbles as he takes a new jar.

He puts on another Paul Simon vinyl and jams to the music while cutting onions and garlic, humming the words of 50 Ways to leave your lover. Max grins and puts the chopped stuff in a little bowl. Charles has taught him to be organised in the kitchen and he's trying. His phone starts ringing and Max stops the music to pick it up. It’s a number he hasn’t saved in his contacts, an Italian number.

"Hello?"

"Ciao zio Max! Sono Lorenzo!" Hi uncle Max! I'm Lorenzo!

"Ciao Lorenzo, come stai?” Hi Lorenzo, how are you? He asks with a big smile on his face.

“Tutto bene, scusa se ti chiamo, ma mia mamma non riesce a venirmi a prendere a scuola… Potresti passare tu?”

“Aspetta, I don’t understand, one second, un secondo…” Max says as he hurries to the living room to take his tablet with him and opens Google Translate.

“Parla, per favore,” Speak, please. He says and Lorenzo repeats the phrase. All’s good, sorry if I’m calling you, but my mom can’t pick me up from school… Could you come and pick me up?

#lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #ao3 #lestappen wip #lestappen fanfic #a sunday kind of love

45 notes · View notes

reidsaurora · 2 years

Text

"Distraction" ~ S. Winchester

Summary: Bela Talbot and her sister Bianca run into the Winchesters while searching for an object that could bring in big bucks for the Talbots. However, the Winchesters need the object to destroy a spirit. So, the four of them team up to steal the object.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Named Reader/sorta OC (?)

Word Count: 2.8K (not sure how many words exactly, but it's somewhere in that ballpark)

Content Warning: sexual references/humor, swearing, alcohol consumption

Genre: Rivals to Lovers

Extra Notes: i know this isn't fully canon because this isn't exactly written the same way as the episode but oh well

Based On: Supernatural S3 E6 "Red Sky at Morning"

Takes Place: during S3

Originally Written: 10/25/2021

Supernatural masterlist can be found here!

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

"DID SOMEONE STEAL MY CAR?!"

I heard yelling in the distance.

"Little sister, come watch and learn," Bela told me as we walked uphill toward the yelling.

As we reached the parallel parking strip, we approached two men. They were both wearing suits and were both very attractive in my opinion, especially the taller one.

"The '67 Impala, was that yours?" Bela asked the shorter one.

"Bela," the taller one sighed.

"I'm sorry. I had that car towed," she explained.

"You what?!" he shouted. He was a little scary when he shouted.

"Well, it was in a tow-away zone."

"No, it wasn't!"

"It was when I finished with it," Bela smirked.

"What the hell are you even doing here?" he asked. Somehow he seemed to grow more and more angry with every word.

"A little yachting."

"You're Alex, aren't you?" the taller one observed. "You're working with that old lady."

"Correction, we're working with that old lady," Bela corrected him. "Gert's an old friend of ours."

"So, you must be Sydney," he said, directed at me.

"In the flesh," I replied.

"Alright, let's get the introductions out of the way. I'm Dean, this is Sam. And you are?" the shorter one spoke.

"Bianca Talbot."

"Great, there's two of them," Dean complained.

"Hmm, well, two of us or not, we think we know how to help you with your little Gert problem," I smiled.

"Oh, yeah? Bite me," Sam said angrily.

"Hmm, I would but Gert seemed like she was interested in doing that for me when I spoke to her."

Dean spoke this time. "Bela, I have to say, I already hate her almost as much as you."

"Runs in the family, eh, sister?" Bela smirked at me.

"Most definitely."

"Look, you both either need to help us out or you should just leave," Dean demanded.

"For someone so desperate for answers, you really aren't nice to the people who can provide them," I pointed out.

Bela and I started to walk away, but not before she could add in one last thing. "Oh, and I'd probably get to that car if I were you… before they find your arsenal in the trunk."

"Ciao," we said in sync as we walked off.

I wasn't sure why, but I really liked Sam. I could tell he didn't like me, but then again, really no one in our line of work liked me and Bela.

☆☆☆

[ two days later ]

It had been two days since we'd seen Sam and Dean. They were supposed to be dealing with a man named Peter, who was a victim involved in the "ghost ship" case we had all been working on together.

I wasn't quite sure if I could actually say "together" since we hadn't seen the boys in two days, but we were still helping each other out nonetheless.

Bela and I had made it to the location they'd said they were staying at, which turned out to be an old house they were squatting in.

"So, how did things go last night with Peter?" Bela asked.

Neither Dean nor Sam responded to her question.

"That well, huh?"

"If you say 'I told you so', I swear to God I'll start swinging," Dean retaliated.

"Look, I think we should all have a heart-to-heart," Bela said, her tone of voice changing.

"That is, assuming either of you have a heart."

"Dean, do I look like the type to be heartless?" I asked.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a "Don't answer that."

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened before," Bela apologized. "I come bearing gifts."

"Such as?" Sam replied sarcastically.

Bela went on to tell the boys about how we'd ID'd the ship and found out the lore behind Espírito Santo, a.k.a. the ghost ship. She told them about how they made a Hand of Glory and how the spirit of the man who was hanged on the ship had a 37-year cycle of killings.

"Yeah, but why is it choosing these victims?" Sam wondered.

Bela replied with, "Here's why: who cares? We have to find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing."

"Why are you telling us all this?" Dean asked.

"Because we know where it is," I answered, "At the Sea Pines Museum."

"It's a macabre bit of maritime history," Bela spoke. "But we're going to need help."

"What kind of help?" Sam asked.

Oh, you'll see, tall boy…

☆☆☆

"Well, well, you sure clean up nicely, don't you?" I told Sam. He was wearing a nice black suit and a black tie, and his hair was very neat.

In order to get the hand, we had to attend a soirée of sorts at the museum. Bela was going to show up with Dean as her date, and I was going to show up with Sam as mine.

Well, technically he had two dates because he also had to take Gert.

"Hmm, you still look as horrible as your soul."

"Ooh, not very friendly."

"Just trying to get all the insults out before I have to pretend to be your fiancé for the night."

"How exactly is that going to work anyway? I'm your fiancée but then what does that make Gert?" I asked, a little confused.

"My sugar mama, according to Dean."

"What kind of person shows up with their soon-to-be wife and their sugar mama?"

"A douchebag," he answered.

"Oh, so, then you won't even have to act. You can just be yourself."

He scoffed, "No, sweetheart, that's you."

"Well, douchebag or not, I'm still your date and we need to be out of here soon or we're going to be late. Or, early to being late."

"I'm not even gonna begin trying to understand that."

"Oh, where's the ring?"

"What?" he asked.

"The ring. Bela said she left a fake engagement ring with you for me."

"Right," he replied, pulling out a small bag with a ring in it. It was like one of those plastic bags that earrings might come in.

I held up my hand in response, signaling for him to put it on.

"Oh no, you don't. Don't even think for a second that I'm gonna play into this fake engagement crap."

"But the man is supposed to put the ring on the lady's finger… honey," I suggested.

"Well, I'm not gonna do it… darling."

"Well, then, I guess we're stuck here until you put it on my finger, sweetie," I said, sitting on the couch.

"I guess so, baby."

"Lover boy."

"Sugar-lips."

"Aww, that's one cute," I broke our perpetual nickname chain. "That was a good one, stud muffin."

"Anytime, pumpkin." He shook his head for a moment. "What am I doing?"

"Do you wanna kiss me?"

"What the hell?"

"Would you like to kiss me, Sam?" I repeated.

"No!"

I walked over to him, my hand trailing along his shoulder. "That's too bad. I wanted to kiss you."

"Bianca, go to hell," he retaliated.

"Hmm, at least I know you'll be there," I whispered in his ear.

☆☆☆

"Hmm, nothing like being fashionably late," I said as Sam, Gert, and I walked into the museum.

Gert walked ahead of us to give our tickets to the man at the front desk.

I noticed Sam's hair was still a little messy. "Here, let me fix that."

"OK, let's set one thing straight. Just because we made out for a few minutes does not mean anything has changed. We're still here on business and business only. We get that damn hand and we get out of here. Comprendo?"

"Comprendo," I replied. "Oh, Gert," I called in a sing-song voice.

"Oh yes, Sydney, dear?" she asked.

"I think Sam here wants to dance and I'm going to get a drink. Keep him entertained, will you?"

As I walked over to the bar, Sam silently mouthed at me, "You bitch."

"I know," I mouthed back with a wink.

As I was getting a glass of champagne, I spotted Bela and Dean walking over.

"Well, don't you two look dapper?" I commented.

"Thank you. You look beautiful yourself," Bela smiled, placing her hand on my shoulder and patting it. That was something she did as a non-verbal way of saying "I love you/I'm proud of you."

"Alright, so what's the plan?" Dean asked.

"You and I will be in that other room there and will cause a distraction for those security guards over there. Sam and Bianca will be in here and cause a distraction for the guards and the guests in here," Bela explained.

"OK, how exactly are we gonna do that?"

"I thought someone like you would be great at causing distractions, Dean," I replied.

"Like I said, Bela, I hate her almost as much as you."

"I'm still working on our distraction, but as for you, Bianca, you and Sam are going to announce your engagement. You will be playing the part of Gert's niece, Kelly. I already told Gert, so she knows to play along."

"Ooh, I hope I get a speaking role," I joked sarcastically.

"Bee, when we're ready for your distraction, I'll send you a text. Your phone should be on silent, but when you feel it vibrate, that means it's time," she told me.

I nodded in response, leaning back against the bar and looking over Sam. He was awkwardly dancing with Gert, who had her hand rested a little lower, if you get what I mean.

"Hmm, someone's enjoying herself," Bela chuckled.

"Yeah, that's the first time he's gonna get lucky in over a year," Dean joked.

Hmm… it almost wasn't…

"Bianca, go save the poor boy," Bela laughingly instructed.

"No, I don't think I will. Why ruin Gert's fun?"

She gave me a slightly scolding look, so I rolled my eyes and walked back over to him.

"Gert," I spoke, tapping her shoulder.

"Yes, dear?"

"May I cut in?"

"Well, I suppose. But don't steal him all night," she giggled before walking away.

Sam stared at me with an annoyed expression. "What do you want?"

"A simple thank you would've been nice," I answered.

He rolled his eyes, but still said, "Thank you."

We danced for a few seconds, swaying back and forth lightly. His hand was rested in the middle of my back, which felt nice against my skin since I was wearing a backless dress.

"So, what's the plan?" Sam asked after a few moments.

"My phone will vibrate, signaling to me that it's 'go time'. You will announce that we've just been engaged. In this situation, I am Gert's niece, Kelly Case. Gert knows to play along so don't worry."

"Of course, I'm the one that has to do all the work," he rolled his eyes.

"Hmm, I had to do my fair share of work earlier. Now, it's your turn," I said with a wink.

"Hey, just how many names do you have, Sydney Kelly Bianca Talbot-Case?"

"Almost as many as you, Agent Hamill."

"How did you-"

"I have my ways."

"Like I said, you're a bitch."

"And as I said, you're a douchebag," I replied.

☆☆☆

"It's time," I whispered to Sam after feeling a vibration in my purse.

"What should I say?" he whispered back.

"Just come up with a name that sounds like old money and say you've just proposed to me."

Sam nodded to me before clearing his throat loudly. "May I have everyone's attention, please?"

The band that was playing became quiet and the chattering of party guests also ceased. All eyes were on me and Sam, but mostly Sam.

"Um, I'm… Daniel Radcliffe, and this is my beautiful girlfriend, Kelly Case. We just wanted to announce that we have just been engaged to be married," he said loudly.

Really, Sam? Daniel Radcliffe?

For a few minutes, a large group of guests flocked around us, congratulating us and giving us well wishes. I could tell Sam hated the attention, but I was loving every second of it, especially because of his embarrassment.

After the crowd died down, the music started to play again and everyone went back to dancing.

"Daniel Radcliffe? As in the boy from the Harry Potter movies? Really?" I asked.

"I don't do good at thinking on the fly."

"Sam," I placed my hands on his shoulders, "It appears you can't even think on the ground."

"When this is over, I hope I never see you again."

"When this is over, you're going to wish you enjoyed my company more."

We continued to dance for a few more minutes. His hand rested lower than it had before, but still on my back nonetheless. He seemed nervous for some reason.

"Sam," I said, shaking him from his thoughts.

"Hmm?" he responded.

"You seem nervous."

"Nervous? Why would I be nervous?"

I sighed. "OK, let's cut to the chase. Are you as bored as I am?"

"Yes," he answered quickly.

"Well, lucky for you, I know of a couple ways out of here and we still have a few minutes to spare before Dean and Bela will be back."

☆☆☆

Damn it, couldn't Bela have given us more than five minutes before calling me?

"Mmm, hold on," I mumbled, pulling away from Sam and grabbing my phone from my bag.

As I answered, Bela spoke without even giving me a greeting. "Where are you and Sam?"

"Sam, I don't know. I'm in the bathroom, just about to come out."

"Well, hurry, I've got the hand," she replied. "If you see him, don't tell Sam. He thinks Dean has it."

"OK, I'll be over at the bar in a minute or two."

"I'll meet you there. Gert's walking over," she said in a whisper. "Gert!" she exclaimed as she hung up.

I rolled my eyes, shoving my phone back in my purse.

"Excellent timing," Sam groaned, pulling his jacket back on.

"Bela seems to be good at that," I sighed, brushing my hands through my messy hair. "I think she has a radar. This happens almost every time I find myself alone with a man."

"Do you do that often?"

"No, but I enjoy myself when I do," I smirked, climbing out of the back of the car. We'd snuck into the boys' Impala when we left the party.

"OK, so I need you to walk ahead of me so no one thinks we're together. If you see Gert, walk with her instead," I instructed Sam as we walked toward the building.

"Got it," was his reply.

Sam walked into the museum first, immediately spotting Gert and walking over to her. I watched the two of them walk over near the bar. The two of them started to dance, and I could see Gert whispering something into Sam's ear. I waited for about a minute, then I walked over to the bar.

"Well! Having a nice time?" Bela asked Sam and Gert.

"He's delightful! He wants me," Gert replied, pinching Sam's butt before walking off.

I stifled down a laugh when she did so, which earned me an irritated look from Sam.

"Actually, I was talking to you two," Bela clarified once Gert had walked away.

How did she know?

"Um-"

"Your sleeve, Bianca," she pointed out.

Dammit…

I quickly pulled up my strap. "Stupid strap, it's been falling down all n-"

"Save it, little sister. I know what you've been up to," she interrupted me. "I suppose your loose strap smudged your lipstick and caused that bruise on your neck too, darling?"

"Dammit, Sam," I grumbled under my breath, wiping my lip.

He somehow had both "embarrassment" and "I'm proud of myself" written all over his face.

How the hell did he even leave a hickey in such a short amount of time, anyway?

"Well, we had to find something to keep us entertained. This party's boring as hell," I complained.

"Well, that's certainly a way to keep yourself entertained," she replied with a smirk.

"Did you guys get the hand or not?" I asked, annoyed.

"Yes, we did," Dean answered.

"Then let's get outta here," Sam said.

Sam and Dean started to walk away, but not before Dean could stop to say, "I don't know whether it's because of Gert or Bianca, but dude, you stink like sex."

"My vote's on Gert, she's been awfully handsy tonight," I commented.

It was in that moment that I was glad looks couldn't kill, because I was sure Sam would've murdered me with the look he had given me.

I knew the whole thing was a cover-up so Bela and I could get the hand and sell it, but every inch of me was glad I got to be Sam's distraction. And though Bela told me beforehand to not let my feelings get in the way, my heart had other plans. Because now, I wasn't so sure that I wasn't falling in love with Sam, even if I was just a distraction for a night…

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

↳ Request an imagine here!

↳ Join my taglist here!

↳ Get to know me here!

☆𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒☆

#imagine #imagines #drabble #drabbles #one shot #one shots #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester drabble #sam winchester one shot #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural one shot #supernatural drabble #ofwilliamandwalter

36 notes · View notes