#once upon a time in Vegas

[the-slut-verses]

this isn't a statistically significant sample size, but all 4 audio dramas i've listened to from 2010 (falcon banner, once upon a time in vegas, the byron chronicles, and gaia's voyages) were always unashamedly and unabashedly horny and kinky, in ways that i don't really see podcasts being like nowadays (siguro dahil makacancel tong mga to ngayon dahil problematic sila sksksk)

like,,, all these shows have some very dubcony sex scenes and very loud kissing mouth noises and moaning anyways i think we should be making more pods like those🥺

[johnny-dynamo]

Tarantino Tribute by Rachid Lotf

[victoriously-wicked]

Tori: *slides into the seat next to Jade*

Jade (sulking) : I’m not in the mood for a pep talk, Tori.

Tori: You’re mistaking me for Cat. . . besides, you don’t need a pep talk. You need a drinking buddy.

Tori: Shots?

Jade: . . .

Jade: Sure, why not?

[yourehotcupcakke]

characters who should've been lesbians according to me

[scuttledsynthsaint]

Finally getting to start my Fallout: New Vegas journey… any suggestions??

[tveditxs]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ErYYgrNubg&feature=youtu.be

[orneryjen]

*I will be posting each part between 12/25/24 to 1/01/25*

ROUTE 15: NOEL a Short Christmas Tale by OrneryJen

*** This is a Short Christmas tale in 5 parts. Part of the Route 15 short story anthology. Formatting may be skewed due to copying and pasting from my Word document.***

PREEMPTIVE UNO DEUCE TRIPLE AFTERMATH

Premise: Two scoundrels try to save an adult day care center by crashing into one of the biggest Christmas Parties in Las Vegas.

Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Names, characters, businesses, and incidents are either products of the author's work or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Except Martin Shkreli. Fuck that guy.

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UNO

IT WAS THE 16th OF DECEMBER 2018 and Vegas seemed like a great place to spend a weekend. Family affairs weren't so jolly and my fiancée had out-of-town business to handle. But the cheap hotel rates, warm booze and light gambling made the six-hour drive from Los Angeles into the frigid Mojave Desert worth the trip. After a rare steak dinner and a few rounds of Blackjack, I settled for a classy suite at the Bellagio Resort. Having a quiet night to myself, I propped my legs up a posh recliner as I watched the lights of the arid valley glitter through my window.

Just as I dozed off there was a knock at my door. I went to the entrance, expecting my bottle of scotch from room service. Instead it was a familiar troublemaker in festive clothing.

"OH HAI THUR!" Danny Caspers beamed.

"You!" I immediately slammed the door. But my unwanted visitor knocked again, a constant non-stop rapping on my door. "Hey! Hey! Stop it! I'm calling security!" I hollered. But when I picked up the house line it was dead. My cell phone was useless too with its air thin reception thirty stories high.

The door knocking went on for fifteen minutes before it stopped. I heaved a sigh of relief. Then came the pounding.

"Hohh-leeee shit! I wish you would leave!" I exclaimed. I smothered my head under some velvet cushions while the door hammered for minutes.

Finally, the hotel phone rang. Good, I thought. Someone finally made a noise complaint. I lifted myself off the couch to pick it up. "Hello, this is the room service," Danny's voice daintily crackled. "Would you kindly open your door and—" I tore the phone off the wall and tossed it onto the bed. When that stopped, the pounding turned into kicking.

"GO AWAY!" I marched up the entrance ready to throttle him. But when I peered through the eye-hole, it wasn't Danny waiting in front of my door anymore. It was an innocent red-haired child pouting directly at me. Cold, weary-eyed, and shivering.

Shit. Now he's pulled some innocent kid into this nonsense?

I sighed and unlatched the door. As soon the knob clicked, Danny shoved his sneaker through and barged into my hotel room. "MERRY CHRISTMA-HAUNA-KWANZAH old buddy old pal! Where have you been all these years!" He thrusted a bottle of scotch into my arms before I could snag him by the collar. He donned a tacky Christmas cardigan, a Nirvana t-shirt and a moth eaten Santa Hat on with a rusty jingle bell dangling by a hair of a thread. The redheaded kid had vanished.

"It's two in the morning, man," I glared. "The hell do you want?"

"I came to see you," he sing-songed.

"You're seeing me. Go away."

"You never told me you were in town."

"I just got here."

"Great!" he cracked his knuckles high above his head. "This will be plenty of time…"

"Yeah, time for you to head on back—"

"...Because man, I got a great proposition for you!"

The last time I took his bullshit ‘business proposition’, my ‘03 Corolla tanked downhill and burst into flames. "Danny," I cleared my throat in a stern voice. "I've been playing it straight for the past two years doing consulting work for some major clients. I can’t get involved."

But Danny kept rambling through his 'hey ol' buddy ol' pal' routine. So I decided to give in and listen. Setting boundaries with this guy is difficult. But the sooner I can say 'no', the sooner he'll leave.

He started to explain his recent antics landed him in Vegas, a hotbed for wealthy tax-evading retirees. His scheme ran smoothly, but eventually his forging spree landed him a job at an adult day care center. This sort of business happened to be in an aging strip mall tucked under the towering shadow of the Wynn Resort and Casino.

A real job. At a daycare. For old people. Go figure.

Then Danny met this girl: Joelle Gallahan, the owner and manager of Sunset Grove Senior Day Care and Activities Center. Danny scrolled to a selfie on his phone and showed it to me. It was him in his faux-nerdy glasses and polo shirt next to a sweet dark-skinned girl with rose hair, rainbow earrings, and glittering eye-shadow. The girl was adorable as pie and surprisingly young for a head manager. And in the spirit of Christmas, he wanted me come help (impress) her out.

"Ever since her dad died, she's been running the business."

"Well Danny. I'm glad you're finally legitimately doing something out of the goodness of your own heart," I yawned. "But visiting a bunch of gomers in their pampers is not on my Vegas itinerary."

"No no no! I'm not after those geezers this time. It's her evil step-brother. He's got this hot party."

"I'm over parties now…"

"…With lots of girls..."

"…No thanks. I’m getting married..."

"…And a safe with lots of cash..."

"…Got my bills taken care of…"

"...With Wu Tang Clan music…"

"…Have them all in my playlist…"

"…Even 'Once Upon a Time in Shaolin'...?"

I stopped. My ears perked. "Is this Noel Gallahan we're talking about?"

A coy grin curled across Danny's face.

For those of you who aren't aware with current events, Noel is the young owner of Gallahan-Weiss pharmaceuticals. Last April, he pissed everyone off when he quadrupled the price Talarex TM, a scarce yet effective anti-platelet drug for stoke victims. When survivors, families, and anti-pharma hipsters rallied hunger strikes on the lawns of his corporate offices, he quickly sponsored a company BBQ loaded with buttered corn cobs and sizzling sirloin steaks right in their noses. The noble opposition didn't last.

Noel was also the sole owner of a legendary Wu Tang Clan CD album "Once Upon a Time in Shaolin", the only copy in existence. This rap album and its exclusive "listening rights" was auctioned off for two million right into the clutches of our pharma-brat. 

"And he's selling the day care and strip mall for two million just to cover the cost of the CD", Danny ruefully flopped onto the bed.

"I thought you said her dad gave her ownership of the strip mall and the daycare after her died."

"That's what we all thought until her evil step-brother showed us a copy of the will, deed and title."

"A copy?

"A copy."

"So where's the original?"

"Hiding in his safe."

"And you, mister copycat, think those documents he presented aren't real?"

"Exactly," he frowned.

I see where this is heading. I scratched my head. "This is stupid. You want to break into Noel Gallahan's stuff just to impress some girl for Christmas?"

"Her lease ends at the end of this year."

"I'm not interested in a high-risk, low reward burglary."

"C'mon, it'll be fun! We'll make like Santa," he nudged me in the arm.

"Santa leaves presents. He doesn’t steal them."

"He steals milk and cookies"

"Like taking a bite this girl's heart out, eh?"

This got him on the defensive. "It’s not what you think."

I poked his shoulder. "She's on your nice list. Is that why?"

"She is a nice girl."

"So you DO like this girl--"

Danny snapped. "I like this girl because she's a good person. She’s put her whole life into something no one wants to do and that makes this town a better place. But people depend on her and she needs help. My help. She's in a tough spot and I'm the only chance left she's got. So either you help me or her spoiled rotten brother is going to force every grandpa and grandma to some glue factory for the rest of their lives."

Well, Jeeze! I thought he was bullshitting me. But Danny's face was stern and his voice was terse and he glared at me with mad intent. He wasn't playful and horsing around anymore. This time, he looked serious. I've never seen him genuinely angry like that.

His fist was clenched and his thumb pressed against a scuffed up piece of white gold around his ring finger. I recognized that wedding ring of his. I pointed at it. "You still wearing that?"

This put him off guard and he relaxed a little. "Yeah, of course."

"It's been two years, man."

"I know."

"No one's forcing you to wear it."

He exhaled and bit his lip. "You know, I can pull a lot of things off of me. Duct tape. Handcuffs. Tracking devices. But I can't get myself to take this one shinny thing off. I'm too attached to it." He grinned a little, but I could see that pained look in his eyes. He was still in mourning.

We both quietly stared at the Vegas valley glittering in the night. It was an odd reunion between old scoundrels. The heavy seconds hung like hours.

"Alright. I'll do it." I said aloud.

His face brightened. "Really—?"

"Don't get any big ideas. I'm doing this for her. Not you."

"But seriously, you'll help me?"

"Yes. Now when's the party?"

"Tomorrow night." He excitedly opened his mouth to blurt out more but I jabbed a finger over his lips. "I don't want to hear another word from you," I ordered. "Text me details. Address, guest lists, catering orders, shipments, house layout, social media. Everything you can find."

"Yeah, you got it!"

"Now scram before I change my mind."

"Thank you! Thank you! We're gonna have so much fun!" He leapt out the door and into the hallways, whooping and hollering. I stood there for a moment, wondering if Danny Caspers just played me like a fool, wondering what I just got myself into again.

I reached for the bottle of scotch. I was going to need that drink.

[cloud3francois]

Pulp Fiction: Mia's Mistake

[thedrillerkiller]

Thanks for the tag @classichorrorblog

My 7 comfort movies:

I tag @cinemajunkie70 @may8chan @videomessiah @watching-pictures-move @andyella @baebyaga @sludgexslut @ghostsofvhs @francis-ford-kofola @skeletonfumes @therockywhorerpictureshow and anyone else who wants to join the game!

7 Comfort Movies

Tagged by @ethan-hawke and @animusrox (Thank You!)

I tag: @ceteradesunt, @losthavenmine, @j0el-miller, @lonelyzarquon, @90scully, @stretchbrock, @leatherfaceologist, @thedrillerkiller and anyone that wants to make a list like this.

[callmewisteria]

to all my fanfiction readers –

my username/psued has changed from gamefreakwritesfanfics (or gamefreakwritesff) on wattpad to CallMeWisteria. i'm still going to be writing and getting through all my fics. just wanted to make sure no one's confused by the new name on my fics.

[screampied]

Hii vegas!! Lil request 🙏🙏 brat taming w jealous!Sukuna BUTTTT with Sukuna doing it in front of his servants(if u already did this u can ignore this request!!)

—Sukunas no.1 glazer

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, jealous kuna, heian era! sukuna, exhibitionism, cōckwarming, dirty talk, praise, mdni.

it’s become known that sukuna doesn’t like when other eyes are all on you.

the moment he spots his servants laying their filthy eyes on his beloved favorite human, he scoffs in vex. the audacity, he didn’t like people staring at what’s his. but of course out of all days, you decided to be a brat. “c’mere,” a simple word and you were at his usual beck and call. the demon pats a hand against his manspread lap, ushering for you to take your rightful seat. his seat was his throne whilst yours was right on his thigh. taking your sweet, precious time and dragging your feet against the slick marmoreal floor, he snarls. “woman, don’t waste my time. my lap, now.”

“you all, c’mere,” he snaps his fingers with a sly eyebrow raise.

sukuna’s got a vicious gaze at his low ranked servants, a good dozen of them nearly shivering at his command. they create haste, standing in front of his throne, awaiting for his next orders.

“and lastly, you,” and his voice pitches a deep low. you merely gulp, feeling one of his arms sling around your waist, another creating a teasing trail down your nape. bringing a chaste kiss toward the outer part of your earlobe, he whispers salaciously. “you love testin’ my patience, huh. i was watching you earlier. i don’t like you giving my pathetic servants your precious attention.”

“oops,” you hum, and he’s not so fond of your cheeky attitude. as your back lies against his bare, broad chest - you’re facing the eyes of the fearful lackeys. still, they’re looking at you, some desperately wishing they were in your shoes.

oh, to be lucky enough to take a throne on the sukuna ryomen’s notorious lap. anyone who tried without his word would have easily been caught dead. alas, you were the exception. “was jus’ sayin’ hi, ‘kuna.”

“tch. don’t make me laugh, princess,” he murmurs, and your breath hitches once he sprawls your legs open a bit. “saying ‘hi’ doesn’t take you fifteen minutes, but i’ll spare you,” and with the way his voice delivers, it was a snarky growl underneath. timbre and haughty, you felt the sudden twitch between your thighs almost immediately.

he wasn’t gonna spare you,

in fact— you figured he’d do something else like maybe bend you over his knee and spank you. but sukuna had another thing in mind.

a thing where you’d be taking his cock right in front of his servants. staring them dead in the eyes as you’re creaming down their righteous king’s shaft.

as you’re barreling his hefty length, you shudder the moment you feel his second cock brush up against your sopping folds. they were stacked upon each other but your pussy’s main focus was on the one directly in front, not behind.

“good girl, easy. don’t go down too quick or ya might break,” and your body twitches in rapture once his feverish breath dances against your skin. “heh, ‘s that what you want? to be broken?”

“y- yes,” you mewl out, making a failing attempt to rock your hips against his lap. his servants claw their nails into their thighs, the awkward tension wafting against the air like wind as they just stare. the fact that dozens of eyes were seeing you like this made you throb. convulsing pulses multiply and shoot through your folds before a big hand wraps around your throat. chortling in a raspy manner, sukuna spanks your ass for you to hurry. sinking down on his thickset dick makes your toes curl - he’s big. chewing on your lip, you moan. “kuna, ‘s fuckin’ big, fuuuuck.”

“what a nasty fuckin’ mouth,” he growls, and another one of his hands goes toward your drooling, weeping cunt. a palm swiftly swats against your entrance, allowing your legs to sprawl wider and you whimper. “mhm, brat. this is supposed to be a punishment but y’er just turned on, huh,” and as you’re all the way down on his cock, feeling the tiny pressuring prod and pierce through your tummy, you nod against his chest. “thought so,” he chuckles lowly, stern ruby eyes leering toward his servants. “look at her. none of you will be this wet for me, acknowledge that.”

as he’s speaking to them as if they’re below him, and in this case—they were,

while another one of his hands toy against your folds, your slit dribbles with slick and you’re happily coating his base with your juices. your legs were about to collapse and you moan whilst sukuna’s pitchy deep voice rumbles in the background. his voice,

it’s heavily intimidating. booming and loud, no one dared to defy him.

it’s so gruff and smothered with authoritative baritone that it rings and reverberates throughout the sacred walls of his domain. his scent, his rich cologne scent clogs through your nostrils as your legs struggle to maintain its stillness. “f- fuck, ‘kuna ‘m not gonna l- last,” you whine, chest deflating within each breath snatching out your lungs. with a hand gripping his thigh, yanking on the silk made fabric of his kimono—you whimper. “s- sukunaaa.”

“such a sensitive little thing,” he tsks, cockily shaking his head side to side before one of his arms wraps around your torso. the demon’s cock, fat and all, buries itself completely into you and you moan the moment you try to grind back on him. it’s pathetic, all that bratiness earlier and now, you were already creaming. it comes quick, so quick that you barely even have time to react. his peeling foreskin that’s attached near the crown of his dick tickles against your gummy walls, relishing in your goopy grip. “oh,” he murmurs, feeling your sweet slick drench him from the base down. the entire time, the king’s got the most haughty grin, feeling your human body slump against his soft tatted chest in its defeat. “that was early, princess. a bit too early.”

you whimper, still coming undone and the white noise ringing in your ears only intensifies. panting repeatedly, you squeeze against his thigh before the only words you could sputter out was, “s- sukuna, ‘kuna- more.”

“heh, always a greedy girl,” he grunts, feeling his cock twitch at your simple plea. the pesky servants were appalled, witnessing such lewd activity before them. sukuna ryomen and his favorite human. with a titter, one of his hands gives your cunt a good squeeze, snickering at how you easily gush all out on the center of his palm. “who’s pussy does this belong to though, tell me,” and his eyes dart toward the little audience, his former jealously subsiding a bit. “tell our friends too, let ‘em know, princess.”

his touch was so sharp—you gasp, feeling an extra limb of his grab against your neglected breasts, a thumb flicking against your perky nipples that poke out of your cottony blouse. “ngh, belongs to y- you, ‘kuna.”

with a single hand, he turns your head, glancing near his extra peripherals of the incoming drool that’s seeping from the corners of your mouth. once he cranes your head, he makes you stare straight at his servants. “uh huh, tell them. tell them who’s pussy ‘s my favorite.”

“m- mine,” you moan, his touch making you shudder in utmost pleasure. glossy eyes meet the dozens of people - secretly sucking their teeth and growing envious of you, of you getting off to this entire thing. a few of them shamelessly yearned to be in your place, but they knew with you in the picture, they never stood a chance. “my p- pussy’s your favorite, ‘kuna. ‘m yours.”

“good girl,” he praises, and you’re still on his lap with his twitching cock shoved deep into your clingy walls. with a hand again, he turns your head to the side to face him briefly - sneaking a wet kiss near your lips for a few seconds. you moan, feeling the edges of his fangs and his forked tongue collide and mash inside of your mouth.

all hands of his feel and wander and roam against your body at such a slow pace, you whimper before he gives his unworthy servants one final side eye.

“show’s over. get lost,” he snarls, and they all scatter like flies. the large darkened room’s finally empty, and it’s just you and your king.

sukuna hums in amusement at your state, the brat within you nowhere to be found before he whispers against your ear. the final words of the demon not only makes your cunt twitch but a shiver runs down your spine. “seems like my girl needs a bit more training. now now, since we have some privacy, we should try one of my favorites. full nelson,” and he purrs.

“i wanna see you take both of me, princess. be a good girl ‘n bend over for your king.”

[barblaz-arts]

This new AU was inspired by a number of things, one them being, well, Lilo and Stitch. Very, very loosely inspired. With a fantasy twist! Also inspired by all the theories from my lovely followers thinking that Vega was made through witchcraft. It isn't necessarily canon in Vega's main storyline, but it is here.

Lookit me, putting Wenclair in another AU where they're in a custody battle. Mostly because I've also been in a Once Upon a Time mood lately, which is the kinda vibe I'm going for when it comes to the fantasy aspect(i.e. a lil bit lazy and lore 90% pulled out of my ass)

[victoriously-wicked]

EMMA: There is no good reason why you and I shouldn’t be able to sit here together, and have a conversation.

REGINA: I got a good reason.

EMMA: Which is?

REGINA: I don’t like you!

EMMA: *raises an eyebrow*

EMMA: Really? You can’t think of one thing you like about me?

REGINA: *thinks*

REGINA: . . . I like when you’re sad?

[lewisvinga]

around the world | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; influencer y/n decides to do the trend of showing off her outfits with lewis as they traveled around the world.

warnings; none ??

word count; 815

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested! this was longer than expected😭😭

masterlist !

“Okay, ready?” Y/n questions after setting up her phone on the desk in their room. They were currently in their hotel room in Las Vegas, almost ready to leave for the opening of the Las Vegas Grand Prix when she got the idea to shoot the tiktok.

“Wait, what do I do again?” Lewis asked with a chuckle, smoothing down the long black coat he wore on top of a black top with a deep v-neck.

“I showed you like 20 times, Lew.”

“Was too distracted by your pretty face.”

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes, ignoring the blush on her face as she holds one hand out. “Just clap my hand while crossing your legs at the same time.” She explains while copying the motion.

Since they were known as a fashionable couple who always matched, she wore a similar outfit to his but in a dress form. She wore a midi tight black dress with a v-neck and a matching black coat. They both wore their matching pearl necklaces from Valentino and even had matching sunglasses. She of course had her black mini Kelly in hand, an anniversary gift from him from a couple years prior.

“Ready, Lew?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, gorgeous.”

Y/n puts on the countdown and takes a couple steps back to make sure their full outfits are in the frame. The moment the song began, she held her hand out and Lewis did exactly what she explained to him.

“Perfect, now I just gotta remember when we go to Abu Dhabi.”

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“Okay, now we do the same but in these outfits,” Y/n explains again, adjusting her phone in his driver's room. Fortunately, she was quick to remember to record the next part of her TikTok.

They both wore baggy red pants but Lewis wore a white Mercedes shirt while she just wore a plain white blouse with a white Lady Dior in hand.

“Same thing as last week, right?” He asked with a smile as she began the timer.

“Exactly!” She nods in reply, her smile matching his. The song began to play and they copied the same movement they did the week before. Once it was over, she quickly grabbed her phone to check the footage. “Oh, this is gonna be amazing once we finish!”

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“Roscoe, sit,” Lewis tells the bulldog who wore a wide smile. They both watch as Y/n props up her phone on the front porch of their home in England.

The ground was white with snow and the sky let more snowflakes fall. They were wearing layers upon layers due to the freezing temperatures. Of course, they had matching navy blue jackets, and even Roscoe wore a matching vest. Their pants were both black but he wore black boots while she opted for navy boots.

She adjusts the grey scarf she wore that matches his as she starts the timer. “Roscoe, smile for the camera!” She exclaimed, rushing over to stand on the other side of the dog.

Roscoe was seemingly posing as the song began once again, and again Lewis and Y/n did the same movement.

“Roscoe is gonna look so good in that one!” He lets out a laugh, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he bends down to pet his bulldog’s head.

“He’s such a good boy, aren’t you, Roscoe?”

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“Ending it with Brazil?”

“To let the fans know it’s our honeymoon.” Y/n replies in a ‘duh’ tone. She smiled at him and glanced at their matching outfit once again. Lewis had decided to take his braids out and wear his natural curls for the summer, something he usually does when he isn’t racing.

His honey-brown curls were tied into a low bun and covered by a blue hat. He wore an oversized yellow Nike shirt and an earth-green tone pair of baggy pants. Y/n opted for wearing a skirt the same color and a blue Christian Dior tote bag instead of the cap. She also wore a yellow Nike top but it was fitted instead of loose.

It was one of her favorite outfits in one of their favorite countries. Brazil was always special to him and it became special to her, hence their honeymoon location.

“Okay, last one, and be ready!” She exclaims, pressing the countdown once again.

Lewis couldn’t help but stare at her with adoration in his eyes and a loving smile as they did the same moves for the last part of her video. He can already see all the comments they’d get on how he stared at her but he honestly couldn’t care.

He zoned out as he watched Y/n get excited over the video. He was eternally grateful that he was able to go around the world with his wife by his side.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

If you’re interested can you write a fic where reader has met Spencer’s mom and she absolutely loves reader and r mentions in front of the team when they have a case in Vegas “if we have time can we go see mom?” So the team thinks that they’re dating. They both get all flustered and deny repeatedly. Eventually the get together and kiss maybe where the team saw? So they’d go like “aweee” making them both embarrassed again

profiler!reader (1.5k celebration)

“looks like we’ll be staying an extra day here in vegas due to weather in quantico. so everyone enjoy your free day, but remember to be back here at one pm tomorrow.” and with the announcement done, hotch disappeared further into the hotel leaving behind the group of agents with toddler excitement.

“i say we go gambling, see who’s got the best hand.” derek suggested as he rubbed his hands together.

“we all know it’d be reid anyway,” jj pointed a painted nail in spencer direction. “i’m actually banned from most casinos in las vegas, especially the ones on the strip.”

emily and derek’s brows raised at the information. “naughty boy,” emily teased.

“well games like black jack just require math and card counting is technically illegal. also they are drenched in the smell of cigarettes and it’s extremely loud, so i’m okay with my sentence.” waving away any chances of them dragging him to those areas.

“oh!” you perked up and smiled at spencer, “we could visit your mom, i haven’t seen her for a while. i wanna hear more baby spence stories.” nudging your elbow gently against spencer’s stomach.

his features softened as he gazed upon you, his cheeks growing warm. “she’d love that. heard she’s been doing better the past month.”

“i’m sorry,” derek’s voice popping up beside your head, he slung an arm over your shoulder as he pointed a finger between you and spencer. “you’ve met mama reid?”

you shrugged, “yeah a few months ago when we had another case here. she’s a sweet lady.” smiling at the product of all her love beside you. spencer pulled that tight lipped smile that you adored, heart fluttering just a touch.

“so how long have you two been together if you’ve met his mom?” jj asked when she and rossi got closer to your circle.

your cheeks grew warm at the assumption and you heard spencer stutter over his tongue. “we- we’re not da- dating. friends can meet family.” it felt like spencer just took a giant step away from you.

“uh huh.” was all you heard from rossi before he decided he was bored and wandered off by himself. the other three quickly left the conversation at that when they agreed to a few rounds of slots and a drink or two.

once it was just you and spencer you were ready to quickly retract the plans but he turned to you and asked if you were ready to head out. you happily accompanied him on his visit to see diana reid.

five months later

“those two are definitely dating now.”

emily looked to her left to see rossi beside her as they both watched how close you and spencer stood. the two of you were always close to each other, physically and emotionally, so this just seemed normal to the bau.

but a well trained eye could see the slightest difference. “their pinkies are locked together.” rossi whispered to the lady.

“and their glances at each other aren’t quick or hidden, they’re opening staring at each other.” emily pointed out another detail she noted before rossi joined her side.

“‘bout damn time. getting tired of their silent puppy love crap, almost got my eyes stuck to the roof of my head from all the eye rolls.”

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Max has had a truly insane last 6 races, this doesn’t even cover everything (and I’m going off the top of my head here and not fact checking) but - 

Singapore:  Max is dragged into the stewards room for swearing in a press conference and the stewards lose their minds and hit him with community service. Fuelled by talent and spite he somehow manages to drag the car to P2 in a race where Red Bull were expected to be nowhere. He uses the opportunity to refuse to elaborate on answers in the press conference and ends up holding his own press conference outside the room like the absolute main character that he is. 

Austin: We get treated to an insane defensive masterclass from Max and a reminder of why he really is so difficult to beat.

Mexico:  The stewards try to drown him in penalties but he still manages to finish sixth and prevents his nearest championship challenger from winning. His driving causes the British media to almost implode with rage and Damon Hill manages to stop crying just long enough to compare him to Dick Dastardly.

Brazil: The race directors take it upon themselves to try and make the championship battle more interesting by risking drivers safety and waiting an eternity to bring out the safety car in the sprint and the red flag in qualifying. Luckily the British press are still crying so much over Mexico that they flood the track with their tears and Max storms to victory in a wet race. We get a nice little sassy ‘simply lovely’ to top it all off (Max never forgets). We also later get a nice bit of news that notorious Max Verstappen hater Damon Hill will be leaving sky sports (whether this had anything to do with the Dick Dastardly comparison we will never know!)

Las Vegas: There are rumours that Red Bull brought the wrong wing but it turns out that they just never had an appropriate wing to begin with (whether that is better or worse you can decide!). On the weekend where he can win the championship Max has to sit in the garage and watch his team start cutting into the rear wing of his car. Luckily it’s just the RB20 and he didn’t have to watch them try and massacre Rocky in front of his very eyes. He somehow manages to get the arts and crafts project across the line in fifth and wins a very deserving fourth championship. He does his media rounds with a drink in his hand and calls out Zak Brown live on sky for previously saying he couldn’t win without the fastest car (Like I said, Max never forgets)

Qatar: Max spends the sprint trying and failing to catch a Haas but then does ‘something’ in his drivers room and takes a very unexpected pole in qualifying. You would think the stewards are done with harassing him now that the championship is over but alas he finds himself in the room with them once more. George Russell (allegedly) throws a strop and (presumably) brings out his passport to ensure that Max is given a penalty for something nobody has ever been given a penalty for before. Once again Max turns his anger at the situation into something very productive and takes the place back almost immediately in the race and secures another victory. He then calls out George very publicly for being two faced (once again I need to remind you, Max never forgets!). 

So basically six races of being hit with penalties, driving an arts and crafts project held together with hope and dreams, being compared to one of the wacky racers and getting his revenge multiple times over. All whilst taking multiple victories and a championship. Not bad really.