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Jenson button just called Yuki "Yukisan" and my heart sort of melted thanks for coming to my ted talk

[icarryitin]

anyway Help Me? comes out at 4pm BST tomorrow goodnight friends

[nervoussagittarius]

a vlog that’s pretty much just y/n’s day in the life

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: your boyfriend and his brothers film a day of their life, including their time with you. request

warning: fluffy, slightly suggestive (if you look hard enough), language

“wake up sleep heads,” nick said focusing the camera on yours and chris’s sleeping frames. “we’re filming our lives today and you guys need to get up.”

a slight groan could be heard from your boyfriend, but you made no efforts to acknowledge it. you were to focused on the deep sleep you were attempting to fall back into. “what nick?” chris’s voice had sleep prominent in it. his words made you more alert than before.

you picked your head up slightly but quickly threw it back down, loudly sighing at the light nick pointed at the two of you. you head came in contact with chris’s arm, slightly scaring him. “nick what the fuck are you doing kid. can’t you see she’s trying to sleep.” chris was less concerned about his own comfort then yours. he turned his body into you, blocking you from the light.

“can you two just get up and start yapping so this video is entertaining?”

“yea nick, just get the fuck out”

with nick leaving the room, chris started getting out of bed as well. becoming more coherent, you looked over at chris as he was picking both of your guys clothes off the floor from last night. “chris, get back in bed with me” you said to him giving him a slight smirk. he smiled at you before launching himself back in the bed.

the boys had a couple meetings that morning, so they picked up the camera again as you all were shopping for ingredients for dinner. since you volunteered to make them food it was the boys job to figure out everything you needed.

nick walked behind you, chris, and matt so he could film what the three of you were doing. matt pushed the cart as chris kept his death grip on your hand, pulling you with him and pointing out every interesting thing he saw. “look at the flowers, baby. do you want flowers? i’m gonna buy you flowers. what kind do you want?” chris dropped your hand walking away from you as he looked intently at the flowers trying to choose the prettiest ones. “you don’t need to buy me flowers” you had to raise your voice a little so he could hear you, but in response all you got was a little hand wave brushing your comment off.

nick turned the camera on you. “your boyfriend is like a child. he doesn’t listen.” you gave his a shrug and a laugh. “i think i have to have a talk with mary lou to see what went wrong with that one” you said pointing at chris, who was now walking back over to you three with two different bouquets of flowers.

“you referring to your amazing boyfriend, who’s buying you flowers might i add, as ‘that one’ is crazy.” chris found his place at your side. he handed you the flowers and pulled a piece of lint off of the fresh love hoodie of his that you were wearing. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, honey. also, i said you didn’t have to buy me flowers.” “exactly that why i’m buying you two.” he said kissing your forehead nodding in matt’s direction for you to start walking.

poor matt had been done most of the grocery shopping himself. none of you were paying enough attention to him, so when you got home to make dinner the ingredients were definitely a suprise. luckily you ended up with chicken and pasta so the rest came easily.

chris came up to you with the camera as you were cooking. “what are you making chef?” before you even got the chance to open your mouth and respond another comment was being made by chris. “vlog, look at how pretty my girlfriend is. she’s actually perfection” he put the camera on the counter so it was facing both of you. he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the stove so you were in frame. “give them a spin ma. wearing my brand and everything”

you faked annoyance as you spun beside chris. not being able to keep a straight face for long you broke into laughter. when you returned to facing him he pulled you into a hug. he released your shoulders so he could hold your face him his hands. with your arms still around his waist, you leaned up to give him a small kiss.

matt came over to you guys, looked at you in disgust, and grabbed the camera off the counter. “sorry for you had to see that. chef matt is taking over because our original chef has become distracted.” matt tried to take your spot at the stove, but you weren’t going to allow it. “matt do not touch that you’re going to ruin it.” the bickering went on between you two for a while before realizing you could just work together.

that night, after eating and cleaning up the dishes, top golf was suggested by none other then chris sturniolo. his love for the activity was one that you’d never understand, but you went nonetheless.

a few rounds went by before you inevitably realized you’d never win against those three so you took over vlogging for them instead. the camera pointed at nick as he took his swing. “ohhh well that was definitely something.” you said from behind the camera. nick was far enough away that he couldn’t hear your comment, but you’d definitely get shit for it while he edited. the two boys to you left of a kick out of it though.

matt and chris broke out into laughter catching the attention of nick. “what are you two fuckers laughing about? try to do better.” he said, giving them attitude. you held back your laugh as nick sat to the right of you.

for entertainment purposes (and also to annoy him) you started narrating everything matt did. “and… matt sturniolo picks up his golf club. he waves it in front of the sensor. he gets his golf ball. he gets ready to hit. is it going to be good ladies, gentleman, and nonbinaries? we’ll see. and he hits, and it’s…… not as good as nicks shot.” matt side eyes you as chris starts laughing uncontrollably. he falls into your side sending you and the camera to the right into nick.

nick takes the camera from you since your posture has been infiltrated by chris’s body. chris is still laughing when matt gets back to the seats, so like any brother would, matt slaps him upside the head. chris groans as he pokes your shoulder. you’re conversation with nick gets cut off when you look over at him. “matt hit me” chris says with a childish tone. “okay and what do you want me to do about it babe? i’m not your mother. hit him back. i don’t fucking know” you say with a laugh.

the game quickly comes to an end with matt coming out in first place. the four of you decide to call it a night. and start walking back to the van.

when you guys finally got to the car nick started to outrow the video. “alright guys that’s it for this weeks vlog thank you so much for watching” he turned the camera towards the front of the car as you leaned over chris’s shoulder.

“chris can you please play 34+35 remix for nick and i.”

“no y/n” “absolutely not”

and with that the video concluded.

an: i didn’t have much motivation to write the past couple of days but i hope y’all enjoy this 🤍

[hsunrry]

winter house // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you and your enemy end up together in winter house, with your few other friends.

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words: ~4,6k

tropes: enemies to lovers

warnings: smut18+, alcohol, mention of drugs, mention of being hit, angst (slight, i guess), handjob, fingering, oral (m receiving), protected sex, praise

a/n: request from @madstyles3204, angst with happy ending (i guess, i don’t feel it really, i’ll do better next time). i originally planned to do series from it, but i didn’t have that much idea for it, so it just end up being long one shot, enjoy!

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“can you stop touching me?” you snapped into his direction.

“i’m not!” he crossed his arms on his chest. you pointed at his thigh. “oh come on, my legs are long i have to sit somehow!” he said. sitting in the backseat for a long trip with two other people wasn’t really your dream, especially when your enemy is sitting right next to you.

“can you guys just stop?” Niall, who was sitting on your left rolled his eyes.

“why am i sitting in the middle anyway?” you asked. “come on, switch with me.” you made puppy eyes to Niall.

“nuh-uh, you know the rules, you’re short so you’re sitting in the middle.” he smiled. you shook your head, trying to get as far from Harry as you possibly could. you plastered to Niall’s side. he scoffed. “comfortable?”

“can i just go to sleep on your shoulder? we still have like 4 hours of driving.” you asked, ignoring his question. he shook his head amused, but he quickly nodded after that. you laid comfortably on his shoulder, ready to drift off to sleep. after couple of minutes, you managed to actually do that. Harry frowned.

“did she actually fell asleep that quickly?” Niall only nodded at his question. “finally, peace. i can’t stand her yapping and complaining about everything.” Louis, who was driving only chuckled at his words.

“she’s only complaining about your presence, i can’t really understand why you two don’t like each other that much.” Emma, Louis’s girlfriend said from passenger seat.

“it’s not important.” he muttered, looking at the snow slowly falling from sky. it was getting more snowy with every hour you were closer to the final destination. after 4 hours of sleeping on Niall’s shoulder, you finally arrived to the winter house that you all were renting for almost whole winter season. you woke up when the car stopped, rubbing your eyes.

“looks like sleeping princess decided to join us.” Niall grinned.

“shut up blondie.” your voice sleepy. when you finally walked out of the car, you felt cold winter air hitting you everywhere. you shivered, quickly going to the trunk for your suitcases. Louis unpacked the trunk from everyone’s stuff and you all started taking everything inside. the house was pretty big, for sure for more than 5 people, but it was still looking warm and cozy. wooden walls and furniture, big fireplace in the living area with open-concept kitchen. it was really spacious. one big bathroom on the bottom floor and one a little smaller on the first floor. all four rooms were upstairs, so obviously Louis and Emma were sleeping together in one of them.

“rock, paper, scissors who’s gonna sleep in the room next to Lou and Em.” Niall stated. you raised your eyebrow. “what? i don’t want to hear them fucking, so i think it’s fair.”

“oh fuck off mate.” Louis rolled his eyes, going into the room with his girlfriend and all their stuff. you played with Niall and Harry. they both went with rock and you went with paper.

“looks like i’m the first lucky one.” you chuckled and you could see Harry rolling his eyes. they both played and he won. Niall groaned.

“for fucks sake!” he grabbed his suitcases, going to the room next to theirs. you looked at the two rooms next to each other at the opposite side of the other two ones. you grabbed your two big suitcases and you went to the one of them. they were all identical inside, so it wasn’t really important who’s gonna take which. you walked inside the room. it was perfect size, really cozy, with king sized bed, tv, big dresser under it and two nightstands on each side of the bed. you placed one of your suitcases on the bed, unpacking your stuff to the big dresser and some more important things to the nightstand. after emptying both of them you laid down on the bed, stretching yourself with quiet groan. few minutes later Niall bursted into your room, without knocking of course.

“what?” you mumbled half-asleep since you wanted to take a quick nap and you were almost sleeping already.

“me, Louis and Emma are going shopping for some important stuff and food, you’re almost sleeping so i assume you don’t wanna go?” you nodded sleepily at his question. “do you need something?”

“tampons, Em knows which ones.” you mumbled, covering yourself with blanket. he only nodded and left your room. you took a nap finally, waking up after 2 hours. when you walked out of the room you discovered that they didn’t came back yet, so you went to the living area. you sat on the couch in front of fireplace, taking blanket from the basket to cover yourself. you leaned on the armrest, looking at the fire.

“you seriously have to be there?” you heard Harry’s voice behind you. you rolled your eyes, not even looking at him.

“so what?” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “sorry we have to tolerate each other for whole winter, because you decided that you want to come with us.”

“they never told me you’ll be here.” he snapped. you could heard him going to the open-concept kitchen. he opened the fridge. “it’s empty, it’s been two hours, they seriously didn’t came back yet?” you didn’t responded him. he went closer to the couch, looking down at you. he narrowed his brows when he saw you pretending to be asleep. “are you pretending to be asleep? seriously?”

“i don’t know what are you talking about.” you mumbled.

“you’re such a bitch.” he muttered, walking away to the stairs. you only showed him your middle finger, opening your eyes again to look and relax near fireplace. after some time they eventually came back from shop. they putted like 15 nets with groceries on the kitchen counter.

“we did groceries, you and Harry are unpacking them.” Niall ruffled your hair.

“i’d rather do this alone.” you stood up from the couch, leaving blanket on it. he shook his head.

“there is so much, i’m gonna get him.” without waiting for your response, he stormed upstairs to get him. you sigh, starting unpacking first bag. after few seconds you heard footsteps going downstairs. when he entered the kitchen you looked at him for brief second. “i got this, you don’t have to.”

“oh shut up, i’m here already.” he grabbed one of the nets to unpack it. you bite your tongue to not argue anymore, because there was literally no point in doing it now. you smiled when you saw cinnamon rolls in the bag you were unpacking. you grabbed it, looking at it like you were in love. he looked at you. “ew.”

“what ‘ew’?” you raised your eyebrow while looking at him. he pointed at the cinnamon rolls with his head. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“no, i don’t know how can you like that.” he shrugged, going back to unpacking his net. you scoffed.

“did you ever even tried this?” you asked, looking between him and rolls. he frowned.

“i don’t have to try something to know that i don’t like it.” he mumbled, not looking at you. “also, they look like someone cum on them, they must be so good.” he said ironically. you shook your head, taking one from the package and biting it. he scrunched his nose. you slid the package into his direction. “what are you doing?”

“just try it.” you said after swallowing. he looked at the cinnamon rolls and then at you.

“you’re so annoying.” he mumbled, taking one from the package and taking a bite. he chewed few times, looking at the roll. he swallowed and licked his lips from frosting. you smiled tiny bit to yourself when he took another bite. “shut up.” he said with mouth full of cinnamon roll.

~~~~~ next day, evening ~~~~~~~~

“are we finally drinking something or what?” Louis grabbed 6-pack of cold beer from the fridge and putted it on coffee table in front of us. everyone grabbed one, except for you. Harry looked at you.

“you’re not drinking?” he raised his eyebrow. you shook your head. “you’re not fun at all, y/n.”

“i’m not fun because i don’t want to drink like the rest?” he nodded, opening his beer. “i never had alcohol in my mouth, for your information.”

“you never tried alcohol?” he asked in disbelief. you nodded. “so you’re gonna try it now. just like you made me try this stupid rolls.” he approached you with open beer can. you could already smell it and your stomach twisted from this.

“i said that i’m not-“ you started, but he grabbed your chin, causing you to open your mouth and he poured a little to it. it was happening all so fast, you didn’t even had a time to react. you spat everything on your hoodie, looking at him with wide eyes. stupid grin plastered to his face. you stood up and quickly went upstairs to your room.

“dude.” Niall sigh and Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. Harry looked confused.

“come on, it was just a joke, she’s overdramatic, like always.” he shrugged, sitting down on the couch. Niall frowned.

“you know her dad is dead, right?” Harry nodded at his question.

“yeah, so what?” he looked at him. Niall shook his head.

“he died from overdose of alcohol and drugs.” he stated. Harry froze for a second and he could feel sick in his stomach. he quickly composed himself, acting like he doesn’t really care about that.

“it’s just a beer.” he mumbled, taking long sip. Louis opened his can.

“you’re an asshole sometimes mate.” he mumbled, taking a sip as well. Harry clenched his jaw and didn’t said anything.

in meantime you went to your room and immediately took off stinky with beer hoodie. you could smell on your body this scent and feel the taste on your tongue. you quickly went to the shared bathroom and took off everything you had on yourself to the washing machine. first you brushed your teeth to get rid of the taste and soon after you stepped into the shower cabin. you washed yourself and your hair quickly. you walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in towel, your hair still damp. you saw Harry going up the stairs. he looked like he was about to say something, but you just went to your room. you went to the dresser to pick up new clothes. you heard a knock on your door. “yeah?”

“can i come in?” you heard his voice.

“if you have to.” you said, grabbing panties and bra from one of the drawers. you heard him coming inside. you looked at him. “what?”

“i didn’t know about your dad, i just wanted to get under your skin as always. i got it too far this time.” he said, biting inside of his cheek. you raised your eyebrow. “seriously, sorry.”

“you didn’t know, just don’t do something like that next time.” you said, not really looking at him and grabbing cotton shorts from your dresser. he nodded. you could feel him staring at you, since you were still only in the towel. “anything else you want or what?” he snapped back to reality after your question.

“uh… no, i just wanted to say that.” he said before he walked out of your room. you quickly changed into the hoodie and cotton shorts, looking through the window at dark winter night. he was acting weird. why would he EVER say ‘sorry’ to you? you shook your head and decided to go back downstairs. Louis and Niall were sitting on the couch together, talking and laughing. you saw Emma in the kitchen, so you decided to approach her instead of the boys.

“how are you feeling?” she smiled softly, referring to what Harry did earlier. you just shrugged.

“i’m okay now, he’s just annoying as always.” you mumbled, grabbing cinnamon roll from the package that was laying on the counter.

“but he care.” she said, looking at you taking a bite. you chuckled and swallowed.

“he don’t care.” you stated, taking another bite.

“he felt guilty, even if he didn’t wanted to show it to us after you went upstairs. you know i’m good at reading even the smallest expressions.” she said while grabbing bagel.

“i mean, he came to me and he said sorry tho.” you looked at her. she smiled.

“can i ask you why you two don’t like each other that much? you never told me.” she took a bite of her food, looking at you in anticipation.

“honestly?” she nodded, so you continued. “i don’t know.”

“wait, what do you mean ‘i don’t know’? you’re telling me that you two ‘hate’ each other and you don’t know why?” she raised her eyebrows.

“not exactly.” you bite inside of your cheek. “i know he have a reason, but i don’t know what’s that reason. he joined for the last year of high school, remember? yeah, so it was a party in my now ex-best friend house and i just wanted to say ‘hi’ and maybe know him a little better, he seemed interesting. that was my plan, but when i approached him, he just snapped at me for no reason and i guess from that day i’m just matching his energy towards me.” you shrugged. “i mean, why would i should be nice and sweet when he’s a dick to me?”

“so you’re telling me, that you two are like that and you didn’t even asked him WHY he don’t like you?” she asked confused. you nodded. “this is stupid.”

“maybe it is, but i’m not gonna ask him.” you said, not looking at her. “it’d be weird now.”

“well, okay, but you’d know at least.” Emma crossed her arms on her chest. you looked at her. you were about to say something, but Harry walked into the kitchen. he looked at you and Em concerned.

“all quiet all of a sudden.” he mumbled, grabbing orange juice from the fridge. you just stood there with her, looking at each other. he raised his hand to grab a cup from the cabinet, but you flinched slightly at his movements, immediately cursing yourself for doing that. ha narrowed his brows. “why did you flinched?”

“no reason, just thought something was falling on me from cabinet.” you said, obviously lying. he was looking at you for few seconds and before he could say something else, you spoke again. “sorry, have to go to the bathroom.” and with that you disappeared upstairs. he looked confused at Emma. she just shrugged. he looked into the direction where you went and he sigh quietly. he putted orange juice back to the fridge, going after you upstairs. he knew you didn’t went to the bathroom, so he knocked on the doors of your room. you opened and looked up at him. “what?”

“you thought i was gonna hit you?” he walked into the room, closing doors behind him. you shook your head. “stop lying!” he raised his voice, causing your flinch again. you looked at him with wide eyes. his gaze softened. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to raise my voi-“

“why do you hate me?” you interrupted him. he looked at you, clearly taken aback. he cleared his throat.

“you kidding, right?” he asked, but when you shook your head he narrowed his brows. “you seriously don’t know?”

“well, i asked so i really don’t know.” you crossed your arms on your chest. he scoffed.

“Lily told me everything at this party, you know that?” you raised your eyebrow at your ex-best friend name.

“what do you mean she ‘told you everything’? what did she told you?” you asked confused, untangling your arms from your chest.

“maybe you don’t know that, but i’m not really a man who like to be played with his feelings by some bitch.” he leaned on the wall.

“i’m confused Harry, what are you talking about?”

“you’re stupid or you just acting like that?” he looked down at you.

“no. i really don’t know what are you talking about.” he sigh at your words, shaking his head in disbelief.

“she told me that you will approach me.” you were just standing, looking at him confused. “she told me that you’ll act all sweet and cute, that you’ll say you want to know me, because i was new in the school.”

“well, yes, but you snapped at me for some reas-“

“i didn’t finished.” he said coldly, stopping you mid sentence. “after that, she told me you’ll do that just for fun, so i will fell in love with you and you’ll have another stupid’s boy heart to break.” he clenched his jaw. you looked dumbfounded at him.

“she said what?” you asked after few seconds.

“i’m really not that tough as i seem. i didn’t want to repeat the story from the school i was going before i moved. you were perfect description of my ex. she played with me as well.” he stated. “and i got just stronger with my opinion, after Luke told us that you played with him, and that’s why you guys broke up.”

“he told you i played with him? are you fucking serious right now?” you snapped, your voice stern. he looked at you and nodded. you bite inside of your cheek. “he used to hit me. that’s why i broke up with him.” he tensed at your words.

“wait, what?” he asked. his voice soft all of the sudden. “that’s why you thought i wanted to… god, i’d never hit you.” he said quietly, looking at you.

“i know, it’s just… reflex.” you started pinching your hand with your nails. “besides, i don’t know why she told you that. i was never like that. i wanted to approach, that’s true, but you just seemed interesting and you were new, i really wanted to know you, that’s it.” you looked down at the floor. he walked closer to you, tilting your chin up.

“i’m sorry you went through this. and for that i believed that asshole.” you shrugged. “no, don’t just shrug it off. i’m really sorry, if i knew this all was just… can we just start again? please.” you looked into his eyes. you could see he really regretted believing everyone and not talking to you back then.

“you really think we’d get along, after all that time playing like assholes to each other?” you chuckled softly. your eyes widened when he hugged you. you froze for a second, hesitantly hugging him back.

“i’m Harry.” his chin rested on the top of your head. you shook your head amused. for some reason you found comfort in his arms.

“i’m y/n.” you smiled, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“i like your name, suits you.” he smiled, tracing small circle on your back with his thumb.

“this is weird.” you chuckled. he chuckled along with you. “you can be real sweetheart if you’re not calling me a bitch all the time.”

“i don’t know what are you talking about, we just met.” he grinned, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes playfully with small smile on your lips.

~~~~~~ three weeks later ~~~~~~~

for the last three weeks, surprisingly, you and Harry get along well. everyone else was confused about your new behavior towards each other, but obviously it was a relief that you don’t want to kill each other anymore. Niall, Louis and Emma went for some small winter festival. you were currently in the kitchen, preparing things to bake cookies.

“what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into the kitchen.

“cookies.” you said, grabbing flour from cabinet.

“cool, can i join?” he smiled, placing his hand on your lower back. you’d probably never admit it to yourself, but you started to like him more than you should. now, that you two started everything from the beginning, you were falling for him. hard and fast. when he wasn’t a complete dick, he was really sweet, and as you though- unfortunately, exactly your type. you always thought he was attractive, of course, but it wasn’t everything. when you were getting to know him better now, it’s was something you knew you were missing in your life.

“sure, if you want.” you smiled, grabbing few more necessary things. “we’re doing this pinterest cookies with jam. the ones with heart in the middle.”

“i saw them, yeah i know what you’re talking about.” he said, grabbing jam from counter. “cherry. nice, i like cherry jam.” he opened it, taking a spoon and dipping it in it. he ate whole table spoon of it, without anything. you scrunched your nose. “what?” he chuckled after he swallowed.

“you just ate a whole spoon of jam.” you said, disgusted. “it has to be too sweet.”

“it’s good.” he grinned, looking down at you. he licked his lips. “wanna try?” you shook your head playfully.

“okay, i can try. but not that much tho.” you smiled.

“it won’t be much, i promise. just a little taste.” he said, immediately leaning slightly down, pressing his lips against yours. when you realized what was happening, you kissed him back. his hand went on the nape of your neck, when the other one grabbed your hip. when you felt his tongue on yours, sweet cherry flavor hit your taste buds. your hand went into the back of his hair, pulling them softly. you were just kissing with a guy, who you were arguing with for the smallest things for almost two years. the worst part was that you wanted more. so much more. your other hand grabbed the hem of his shirt. he quickly read the signal, lifting you up. his hands under your thighs and your legs wrapped around his hips. without braking a kiss, he started going up the stairs to his room. when you two made it, he placed you on his bed, going on top of you. he broke the kiss, looking down at your swollen from kissing lips. his lips started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking in few places. your breath was already getting heavier. “i’m falling for you, darling.” he whispered against your neck. you gripped his chin, pulling him to face you. he licked his lips nervously.

“i’m afraid i’m falling for you too.” he smiled at your words, kissing your lips softly. his hands went on the hem of your hoodie. he pulled back from the kiss, looking at you and silently asking for your permission. when you nodded he took it off, revealing your covered in bra chest. he touched your sides, going up to your chest.

“you’re gorgeous.” he placed soft kiss in the middle of your breast. he looked at you. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you smiled, placing your hand on his cheek. he nodded, reaching to the clasp of your bra under your back. you lifted your chest up slightly to help him. he finally managed to get rid of your bra, so your naked breast was on display for him. he started peppering your chest with slow kisses. you tangled your hand into his hair, hearing him gasping into your skin. you already felt that he was hard, since his body was pressed between your legs. your hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. he quickly helped you, tossing it somewhere in the room. his hands grabbed your cotton shorts, taking them off. quickly after he took off his sweatpants along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock to you. when he went back on top of you, you immediately wrapped your hand around him, stroking his dick slowly. he groaned, looking down at you.

“i’m really not gonna last long if you keep doing this.” he chuckled softly, gripping hem of your panties, to take them off you. his thumb went on your clit as soon as he took them off, causing your moan. “so sensitive.” he grinned, pushing two fingers inside you. your back arched slightly when he started moving them in and out. “babe, i need to come before we start or i’m gonna finish as soon as i enter you.” he gasped, feeling your hand still stroking him.

“then lay on your back.” you smiled, feeling him pulling out his fingers. he laid down, waiting for you. you quickly went between his legs, bending down and taking him inside your mouth. he groaned, looking at you. his hand gripped the sheets next to him, when you started moving fast on his dick.

“fuck, so good, i’m already close.” he panted, trying so hard to look at you and not close his eyes from pleasure. “can i come inside your mouth?” you nodded around him. your hand stroking the part where you didn’t reach with your mouth. your cheeks hollowed inside, to bring him even more pleasure. with last fast strokes you could feel his release going down your throat, along with his broken moan. you sucked him slowly through his orgasm, letting go of him eventually and swallowing everything. “i need 30 seconds to recover.” you chuckled softly, taking place next to him. he laid you down on your back, propping himself on his side. he started kissing your neck, going down back with his hand to your core and pushing two fingers inside. you gasped, feeling him curling them in perfect angle. he was already hard again. when you were getting closer, he pulled out, going fully on top of you. he grabbed condom from his nightstand, quickly opening it and rolling onto his length. he positioned himself at your entrance. with kiss placed on your lips he slowly slid inside. you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his hips immediately. he broke the kiss, looking at you when he went fully.

“you can move, it’s okay.” you smiled softly.

“just making sure, don’t wanna hurt you.” he pecked your lips, rolling his hips slowly. you moaned softly at first moves. “you feel so good, sweetheart.” he whispered against your lips. his arms wrapping around your body to be as close to you as possible. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. your hands went on his back, scratching it delicately when he started moving faster.

“oh my god, yes, feels so good.” you gasped, feeling him smile into your skin. he went even faster and your back arched slightly at the sensation. he adjusted slightly, hitting your sweet spot now with every thrust. you moaned louder.

“found it.” he pecked your neck few times, pulling out from it to look at your face. he groaned, feeling his climax approaching. “you look perfect, you’re so good for me honey.”

“i’m close.” you gasped, looking at him.

“i can tell, i can’t wait to feel you coming around my dick baby, squeezing me so perfectly.” he kissed your lips. you moaned into the kiss when you finished, clenching around him and arching your whole body. your legs shaking slightly around his hips. he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down with a moan when he finished himself. his arms tightened around you and his cock twitching inside your pussy. his breath hot against your lips. “i think i’ve waited for you my whole life.” he whispered.

[intermittent-showers]

Watching Lou's cameos and I think the fact that he shut them off is a huge tell for season 8.

I know there's been a huge campaign against this man, which is crazy because he didn't ruin anything. He simply answered a phone call and agreed to play a part offered to him. He put his all into this role too. He created his own backstory so he could step into the mindset of why Tommy might say something this way or why he might do this over that.

And like... that's normal? That's something all actors do. He didn't ruin the character or jeopardize the plot. His job is to BE that character, and clearly, he was given something to go off of to base Tommy's backstory on the one he's personally used thus far.

He has also been nothing but kind about Buddie. He knows what Buddie is (please note that Jennifer didn't even know on her live), and he's never said one negative thing about that ship. Does he yap? Yeah, but you can tell he appreciates his fans, and he's not used to all this attention. And yet he still did at least 70 cameos in a three month period.

And uh huh, sure, he's paid to do them but it's no different than a convention. People pay for pictures and autographs. They pay to have personal one on ones with their favorites, and cameo is no different.

But, back to my main point.

For an actor, such as Lou, cameo is an income. He's done a lot of guest roles on different shows and he's done s.w.a.t. for 7 seasons now (only in 1 to 2 episodes each season though beginning after season 1).

So, in retrospect, wouldn't he continue to ride this cameo thing out? For as long as possible? Money is money after all...

That's not what is happening here.

He stopped them, and I know the kindergarteners over at delulu twt daycare were celebrating and probably still are, but the most likely explanation is that Lou signed a pretty nice contract for 911. He no longer really needs the income from cameo because he has months of solid work ahead.

You don't do an interview with Oliver Stark on a nationally syndicated entertainment news program if you aren't sticking around... you just don't.

And there's also the entire saga of the "Lou blocked me" trend on twt. He's either just curating his social media for his mental health, or he's preparing for being more active, so he's removing the toxicity of stantwt. It's not a good sign for the Lou haters and I love that they're so unfocused that they don't even realize what is about to happen.

All this to say, I can't wait to see more Lou in season 8.

[mattslolita]

OK, so had people just love Bambi like they love her so so much strangers love her people just love her

Chris walks into his frat house and goes to the living room and sees Bambi playing video games with a couple of his frat Bros

Bambi walks in to Chris house one day and Miss Mary Lou was there and Mary Lou gets so excited to finally meet the girl at Chris won’t stop talking about 

🦋

she's such a people's person when she's comfortable around you 😭 this girl is either yapping your ear off & making you laugh, or she's engaging in whatever everyone else is doing.

and when she meets marylou oh my gosh...she's gonna be baking and telling her stories about how well chris treats her ( excluding the drugs dealing shit ofc... )

[sunny-mercya]

Vows of Love

Steve McGarrett x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hawaii Five-0

Masterlist

Witnessing Steve McGarrett dancing—more like a waltzing, which resembles, of either a shaky baby deer or an trampling Elephant—through his office to another song of Elvis, was just a rare and unusual sight to experience—that it does causes a bit of concern, confusion and speculation throughout the Team.

The voice of Elvis—rich and deep, so lovely and mellow soft, like an Angel welcomes you into heaven—rung through the headquarters, not all too loud, but enough to hear the melody—which creates an ambiance of old nostalgic melancholy and feelings, oh so sweet, the heart suffers through love—and the bass echoing, chorusing like a symphony, through the building.

The team watches from the sidelines of the hallway, watching with disbelieving amusement the little show Steve presents—without seeming to realise or he simply doesn't care—to them.

It's just—as they all voiced their own opinions of theory, about why Steve is acting like this, like some lovesick fool—Elvis Presley and Steve McGarrett—who can be a scary man if required to be and whose the imagine of a strong tough guy—doesn't really match together, not when they all know Steve listen to way different genres of music.

And while they discussed their speculations under one another, Danny dropped the explanation—in his nonchalantly usual blunt mannerisms of yapping annoyance—that Steve was mere practicing some dancing for tonight as Steve wanted to ask you out for a dance—which had been long overdue—and finally having the guts to propose to you.

A unison of „what“ chorused through the hallways—with Tanis voice being the loudest and almost drowning out the voice of Elvis and potentially alerting Steve of their watching—as confusion crossed both the faces of Tani and Junior.

Both had thought—Junior especially as he lives with the McGarretts family after all—that [Name] and Steve are already married, after all they have a dog, a cat and children—adopted, but it's the principle which counts.

The still newest members—besides its being two years already of them being in the Squad—didn't know, like Danny—especially him, because Danny keep having discussions about this topic with Steve for 10 years now—or Adam or Lou, about the fact that besides Steve and you wearing Wed-Rings over years now and being obviously an married couple with Kids, Steve and you just never gotten official married.

So Danny—after Tani asked for some more background information—elaborates further, telling how Steve and you being a couple—way before he had meet the two of you—and during his first year on Hawaii, Danny nagged Steve to no end about his dumbness and drove him into what's as of current—a simple hawaiian ritual of marriage.

In the end, the others came to the agreement that it was—in this particular sense—Danny fault, which the man denies and keep insisting that's Steve at fault—because his friend is a dumbass.

~~~

Junior—whose a former Navy Seal and shouldn't really (at all) have any sorts of fears, concerns or doubts to feel, because Navy Seals are meant to be unbreakable and tough—cowers, with increasingly nervousness, under the look you giving him—this specific parental glance it was, which makes every child hesitantly.

Junior did tried to appease you with a small smile, to take away your growing irritation and slight forming frustration—because getting told by Steve via SMS, to meet up at Kamekona's Food court around lunch and then being stood up to the late hours of night—when you should be home with the kids, instead of letting the oldest keeping watch over the youngest—just to have the disappointment, in a sort of way, that Steve isn't actually going to show up—wasn't really all that pleasing to feel.

»Steve is coming, soon, him and the others are just held up with an ongoing case....«

»And that gives him the right, to basically order me to go out and waiting all those damned hours? Yeah, well, I don't think so.« you scoffed, crossing your arms and fixating Junior with a glare—which softened soon enough.

»I'm sorry, Junes. I'm lashing my frustration out on you, when you ain't at faults here and that isn't fair.« sighing, you uncrossed your arms again, starting to play some Candy-Crush on your phone.

»It's alright, [Name]. I know what I've signed myself up for, when I got into Five-0 and being unofficial adopted by you and Steve.«

Juniors smile widen, when he heard you laughing in slight amusement to what he had said.

»Silly boy, now don't tell your siblings, but you're my favourite son.« you joked, making attempts of a fist bump which Junior gladly returned.

But even if Junior keeps you company during the wait—although you're pretty sure, Steve told him to—there's still boredom lingering around and you were close to just get up and going back home.

But also, then again, Steve rarely ask for a meet up—not when you two living together anyways and the few dates you two occasionally do, are more a spontaneous weekend thing—so whatever Steve had planned or wanted to tell you, it must be pretty important or akin to it—otherwise he wouldn't' have send you a SMS, especially during a Case—so you decide to wait for him.

~~~

It's around sunrise—Junior half asleep, nodding off every few minutes, before taking some big sips from his Black Coffee—which you brought, once you knew some Coffeeshops are open around such early hours—when Danny came jogging towards the two of you, looking beat up and lowkey annoyed.

»Thank god, you're still here [Nickname]! Because I ain't gonna drive with our local dumbass anytime longer.«

You looked at your friend unimpressed, knowing all too well how Danny means it and that he spoke more hot air than actual bullets.

Shaking your head, you grabbed Danny's hand and leading him to the table—telling Junior to get the first-aid kit from your car—examining some of his wounds.

»Ah. And where is our local dumbass now? Because I for sure, really not so keen on to wait another whole day, just too he stood up again.« you said, raising a brow at Danny and thanking Junior—once he came back.

»McGarretts on the way, please give him some more minutes, [Nickname].« it was Adam who said that, coming towards your table—Tani and Lou behind him, carrying coffee and baked goods.

You sighed loudly, giving them all pointed glare—the one a nurse would give, when a patient was being reckless—shaking your head at their shared passion for danger and with how beat up the whole team—you didn't want to imagine how Steves gonna look like, knowing your husband, he probably had more wounds and damaged than the others—looks like, you guessed whatever Case they had finished off before, had been rather intense and rough.

»My Ohana is so fucking injury prone, maybe I should resume to my nurse job.« you said offhandedly, voice lacing with amusement and eyes crinkling from the smile you gave them—the others, while taking a seat and spreading out the breakfast, laughed in agreement.

When the sun had begun to rise even higher, sunset slowly transcending into the sky's blue, Tani—while scrolling through her phone—had started an playlist of Elvis songs—and you looked her in surprise, didn't thought that Tani—like you—would listen to Elvis.

»To set the mood.« was all Tani had said, shrugging her shoulders, bashing you a smile—when you looked at her in confusion.

And when Danny said something along the lines of; part of Steves plan to own up for his dumbness and finally swooning you high off—and the others all saying in unison; Danny's at fault for this too—you weren't even able to reply, about to ask what they meant, when someone grabbed your waist firmly and flung you off from the bank you're seated on.

A shout of surprise escaped from your lips, looking like a deer caught in the headlights—those moments of being spun around in the air, had probably gave you a good scare.

Once you were put back on the ground, feet safely planted on the grass, you turned around—almost giving yourself a whiplash—ready to admonish whomever that person is, who thought it would be funny to do.

Your vows of curses died on the tip of your tongue, when you came face to face with Steve—whose face looked absolutely bloody, decorated with lots of small cuts and skin tearing—who greets you with a smile, before leaning down and capturing your lips with a kiss.

When pulling away, leaving you breathless for a moment, Steve started to sway you to the melody and voice of Elvis song—dancing in small circles with you through the grassy ground—all the while the others whistling and shouting in jubilation.

»Do you want to marry me?« asked Steve, twirling to the left.

And you looked at your husband in confusion—expression morphing into a smile.

»Steve, we are already married,« you reminded him, finding amusement in your husband silliness.

»I know. Though, I do ask again, will you do me the honour and marry me, again?«

»I do. I absolutely do!«

And this time it was you, who kissed Steve—and the hollering of jubilation cheers from your family was louder than the waves.

[yvonnesayler]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, YVONNE SAYLER! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like CAMILA QUEIROZ. You must be the THIRTY year old BARTENDER AT THE FOUR LEAF PUB. Word is you’re RESILIENT but can also be a bit DUBIOUS and your favorite song is DARK PARADISE by LANA DEL REY. I also heard you’ll be staying in CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS. Trigger Warnings: Death, grief, drugs

basic stats

Full Name: Yvonne Estela Moreira Sayler

Nickname(s): Yve (pronounced like 'Eve'), Slayer

Gender: Cis woman (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: March 13 (30)

Hometown: Loch Lomond, Florida

Current Residence: Crystal Cove Condominiums

Time in AB: Two years

Occupation: Bartender at the Four Leaf Pub

Education: Just shy of a high school diploma

Religion: Non-practicing Catholic

Pets: None

Hair Color: Light brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5'6

Tattoos: TBA

Piercings: One in each lobe

Favorite Movie: True Romance

Favorite Alcoholic Drink: Jack and Coke

Favorite Food:

brief bio

Yvonne grew up in a mobile home neighborhood in Loch Lomond, Florida. She lived with her mom, Julia, and no father, whom Julia has always claimed was Lou Reed of The Velvet Underground.

She was a moody, eccentric girl in school and ended up dropping out just shy of graduation to marry her boyfriend, who had graduated two years previously at a high school in neighboring Pompano Beach. He came from a wealthy family whom Yvonne got along with very well, at least until she eloped with their son. He already had his trust fund at that point and the two of them used it to leave Florida behind.

They ended up across the country in Phoenix, Arizona, and Yvonne was literally just happy being a wife and curating little hobbies while her husband worked. They were more or less happy for about five years, when she lost him to a drowning accident. In his will he'd left all of his money to her, which became an enormous legal battle with his family, but which Yvonne ultimately won, perhaps not least of all because she slept with his family's lawyer.

She then took her money and went to California, where she initially spent a few years in LA before deciding it was too fast-paced for her and relocating to Aurora Bay, still idyllic and still California but a little more her speed. She works now as a bartender at the Four Leaf Pub.

personality

Smokes a lot of cigarettes, thinks vapes are fuckingggg lame

Kind of a coke fiend tbh

Has gotten in trouble with law enforcement for swimming naked in natural bodies of water

Was made for hookup culture, one night stands are her thing these days ever since she lost her husband

Genuinely has no idea if Lou Reed is actually her dad but she very seriously doubts it

Was utterly derailed by the loss of her husband, obviously, but also emotionally vexed by the way the sudden freedom excited her a little bit too

Not at all academically-inclined but very world savvy and can take care of herself

Very friendly and loves to yap but has an introverted side and will sometimes hermit herself away and only be in the mood to see her close friends

Has a 'mysteriously rich widow' vibe like you don't THINK she killed her husband for all that money but you also wouldn't bet your life on it 😭

Has a great singing voice, very croony and old-timey

Loves making her own clothes and has a small Etsy shop where she sells her handmade stuff that she doesn't keep for herself, has been known to take commissions

Has the moodiest wardrobe, absolutely walks around in head scarf + sunglasses combo

Drives a powder blue Audi A4 convertible

connection ideas

Neighbors in Crystal Cove Condos

Some close friends, some regular friends, some acquaintances from around town and regulars at the pub where she works

Anybody who's bought clothes from her or commissioned something

An ex from the last two years that probably deeply didn't work out

Tinder/Hinge/any of those, one night stands, one-or-two-off dates, maybe one fwb but I don't see her maintaining that kind of relo very often

She's such a consumer. Does your muse sell stuff? Have a shop? She's a regular

Her attorney and financial advisor

Possible connection to her late husband (a cousin or sibling of his maybe) but this would have to be discussed

Someone who is absolutely convinced she killed her husband 😭

[wrongcaitlyn]

So someone out there in the tyt/tgol universe must be writing at least some fanfiction right?? I don’t know what it would be about but probably a lot of the standard y/n and x reader fics mixed with some stuff about the lunchtable group. However, someone must be writing the pollen and piper x shell fics. And then there’s also Naomi x Apollo, Percabeth, and just the fact that it would be real person fiction for them also makes me so envious lmaoo 😭😭 But back to the point of my ask, are the characters reading it? Because I’d like to believe that they would, they may even write some themselves (cough cough Kayla cough cough) but I just don’t think some of them would be able to resist the urge to go on Ao3 like the rest of us. Like even if it was just pure curiosity and not for casual enjoyment. And then imagine their shipping culture and their tumblr and they (the fans) must be having so much fun knowing that a ship being canon means it’s like real life and oh my god THE MEET AND GREETS. I usually don’t care too much for celebrities and are fine with just appreciating their art but I’d actually feel previously unknown levels of excitement if I could meet legit anyone from the main cast of tyt. And like I’m totally yapping right now, but it reminds me of when my mom was like “yk I would’ve gotten you eras tour tickets if you told me about it sooner right?” And I was like “huh 😀” So yeah if I could get the equivalent but make it a Nico concert that mistake would’ve never made made on my watch. But this must be what the bts fanfiction authors kinda feel like except we’re all forced to watch from afar and the people in the actual universe get to have all the fun, and they get to have all of our celebrities too so they get extra but at least we get your fics so they’re at a significant loss too so ig that’s how we even the playing field.

ohh they definitely are. i don't know if there'd be much pollen fics, because they weren't very popular at the time- maybe more *now* after, like, pictures of them with kayla at archery competitions and stuff. shel/piper would be more like piper/reader or piper/oc, seeing as shel isn't publicly dating her, and people don't really know who she is- though i'm sure that some people would come up with oc's that are relatively close to herjkfsd

percabeth and naomi/apollo DEF have a few fics, and now i'm just thinking of someone writing an au where naomi lives and they get back together after many years... it wouldn't happen, ofc, but i think someone would definitely write it. there's a lot of au potential with them, at least from an outside perspective, if someone sees them as a right person wrong time sort of romance (it isn't, in my head, not in this au, but it could be seen that way)

solangelo and valdangelo are probably the most popular, just nico has,,, sort of, maybe nearly, surpassed jason and piper in fame at this point? maybe not jason, but seeing as piper took a step back over the recent years, he's definitely growing further. so jasico would prob also be popular, though i think the more... crazed fans would like the childhood friends to lovers trope more with will and leo! prob even some will/leo/nico with how codependent they all are LMAO

i think KAYLA would 100% read silly fics as a laugh, just so that she could quote them to her friends, bc she'd think it's hilarious. there may even be like one nico/kayla fic (which, ew) and she's just sitting there CACKLING over it bc nico's character couldn't be so wrong. neither could hers, for that matter.

other than that, i think i wrote before that shel has def written fanfic, and so has lou ellen, though i think lou ellen wrote more, like, fictional stories fanfic, not real people. and shel might've too- as a rule, i tend to stay away from writing real people into fanfics unless it's like, mentioning an actor/singer in passing

but you are literally SO REAL FOR THIS god i wish i could see a nico di angelo concert live. like fr all my problems would be solved it'd just be so nice. im srsly so jealous of the people in the tyt universe for just getting them as real life celebrities😭

[ranbling]

stop tagging your shit bucktommy when you're just hating on it, no one in that tag wants to see your dumbass delusional brain rotted takes that directly contradict what is actually happening in the show. bucktommy haters love yap about tommy not dressing up even though fucking no one dressed up and he had a shift like 2 hours later but you're all fucking silent about tommy being up all night working a 12+ hour shift fighting a live wildfire and not even stopping to shower or get changed before rushing over because he didn't want to be late bc buck asked him to be there. like how can possibly twist that into "tommy's an awful person bc he didn't do exactly what i wanted him to do"

I tag "anti Bucktommy" every time I talk about the ship so people who don't want to see critisism or takes that are critical of their ship can filter it out. I can show you how to do the same, so you don't have to slide into people's asks to write a whole rant, it's really good for mental health.

Hen and Karen actually dressed up, it was subtle, but Hen's jacket was a prime example how can you dress for the theme without buying a whole ass costume. Tommy was also not on-shift, he was on-call which is different. On-call means you might be called into work during a 24H period, which happened here. However he still has to change into uniform, so I don't see how not wearing anything for the theme comes into play. Or do you think he'll fight fires in Henleys?

I don't recall I ever said or denied that Tommy went to the hospital? But my memory might be wrong, I am ✨delusional✨ after all. Though I did say Tommy is not as perfect as some fans make him out to be, so you might be confusing things?

Or it might be that you're the one who is ignoring things? Like Tommy's whole backstory (not the one that Lou said in his paid cameos, but the one we see in the begin episodes?), or how he left Buck on the curb (without telling him he will leave right until the taxi pulled up), or how he dismissed Buck when he was disappointed that he didn't dressed up? One kiss will not change that for me

Thanks for the ask, I really enjoyed answering it!!

[28ms28]

It has hardly been 10 mins and Jenson button has already mentioned fernando Alonso twice

[icarryitin]

there’s new content coming i PROMISE

[rorytunes]

Tbh long time no extended Rory yap let’s get back on it. 10, 14, 29

Oh this will be excellent...

10: A song that makes you sad

I'm unsure what it is about this song but it ruined my life. My theory is because I went through a massive shoegaze phase when I was 14/15 and absolutely miserable, so a song that is normally damage-inducing becomes lethal...

14: A song that you would love played at your wedding

SORRY I never shut up about this song but it is everything to me. It encapsulates a lot of the human experience I find. And those vocals at the end are bewildering - BOWIE jumpscare. And I'll do a little lore drop while I'm here. When I was in year 4 I was hyperfixated on David Bowie to the point I'd slip references in to all my essays and worksheets, and ll the other 10yrolds in my 10yrold social circle were well aware of his existence. Unfortunately it was that same year (maybe the year after?) that he passed away so that was a devastating experience

29: A song that you remember from your childhood

Song that 1. lead me down the Dave Grohl pipeline and 2. lead me down the pipeline of seeking my fathers approval, hence my playing guitar. My dad used to play this one all the time when I was a kid and it is everything to me. Came full circle when I saw the Foos live last year and that felt like perhaps too sacred of an event than it should have been

[hislittleraincloud]

I also seem to have a like/dislike relationship with Jenna, and prefer her sister Aliyah.

In older videos you would see Jenna talk over Aliyah because she always had to be right, even when Aliyah was. I wonder if she is controlling in the work place. Everyone seems to be fawning all over her. I don’t get the hype

See, I didn't stalk them that far back. I've only seen perhaps a couple of older vids (like the one where they talk about Jenna's height and how she hasn't grown — LOL — and a couple of other short ones where Jenna was being an ass to her).

But yeah, as it is, Aliyah is much more down to Earth and sweet. And holy Hell, prettier 🫠. Like the difference between Cindy Lou Who and an actual model.

Recent pics of both

I mean, just open your eyes

Not to mention her doing exactly what she knows she's doing when she does shit like this

She would make so much 🏦🏦🏦🏦🏦 if she had an OF, but she's a good girl (a huge tease, but a good girl nonetheless) and only whores herself on Live every night to pay for her nursing school shit/other things. (She's got a couple of wealthy simps that just pour buckets of gifts on her every night. 💀 It's kind of neat to watch the rarer gifts/animations come up.) She's beauty and brains, since you gotta have some brains to get through nursing school.

The Ortegas seem to be their own little islands (Aliyah even intimated that there were different votes in the election this past month, so..."everybody does their own thing/have different opinions" re: politics, so color me unsurprised), which is weird to me but whatever. She's not an influencer, she's just a regular celebrity sib, however in this age of connectivity, she isn't actually coasting off of her older sister's name/fame (and hates all the simps asking her to hook them up with Jenna). We watch her for her and the nothingness that is spending a few minutes of connectivity with someone we don't know "just because", like any other Lives over there on TT.

Watching Aliyah for an hour doing nothing but sitting pretty and yapping can be more entertaining than watching her sister in one of her bad movies. I said what I said. I mean did you miss the singular post where I — gggg let's see it again

✨🫠😭🫠😭🫠😭🫠✨

ETA: Re: Jenna being a controlling one, yes, I can see that. She likes to overdraw her checks, like when everyone fawned over "mother mothering" when she told Ryder that she didn't have to take her glasses off during B2 promo, as if Ryder hasn't been a part of the industry for twice the time Ortega's even been alive. 🙄

Jenna appeals to people who get hard over baby faces. It's probably as simple as that. And people in general fawn over baby faces (except in professional settings, if I recall reading that recently). A baby face is both a blessing and a curse, because some people won't take you seriously sometimes. But I mentioned in another recent post that hers has changed a bit since filming Wednesday 1.

[thepurplebutterflythings]

Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird (Part 6) - Jason Todd

Gif: Oliverbruce3 on Tenor

Word Count: 3K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Bruce Wayne askes Y/N to come to Wayne Manor for dinner. 

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

Tagging: @bella-0104-123 @ninergirl1d @httpfandxms @rosybrock @attackonnat @reclusive-chicken-nugget   @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @young-psychos @thesleepykaijuu @thescottpack @nightlygiggles @rougestorms @sinon36

Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird Part 5 | Masterlist |

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Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy liked to go on Date Nights, but they didn’t like the idea of leaving two hyenas alone in the house. Bud and Lou wouldn’t fight each other, but that didn’t mean the house would come out unscathed, so they asked Y/N if she would be willing to give up her Saturday night to look after the two animals. She was more than happy to take care of the hyenas.

“Are you sure about this, Hun?” Harley asked as she stroked Y/N’s hair, “you wouldn’t rather be with your man?”

“My man understands that you are all important to me,” Y/N said with a chuckle, “anyway, if it’s alright with you, I might invite him over.”

“We’re more than happy to let you have Jason over,” Ivy said, “you’re a big girl and can handle yourself.”

“He’s a nice young man,” Harley nodded, “very good looking too if I say so myself. You and he get nasty yet?” Harley then winked dramatically.

“AUNTIE HARLEY!” Y/N whined, completely embarrassed, but Harley howled with laughter before saying she was sorry and kissing the cheek of her niece, then pinching that very same cheek. Ivy watched, simultaneously amused by Harley and embarrassed for Y/N.

“Alright you,” Ivy scolded Harley teasingly, “get in the car, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Love ya, Babes!” Harley said as she walked to the car, waving as she did.

“Okay, so you know where the food is?” Ivy checked.

“Since I was a kid, Auntie Ivy,” Y/N assured her, “go, have fun. You know I’ll be fine.”

“I just worry, sprout.” Ivy hugged her niece before leaving to join Harley in the car, but called behind her as she did, “AND IF YOUR FELLA COMES OVER, BE SAFE!”

“Oh my god,” Y/N groaned, pinching her temple as her aunts waved at her as they drove away.

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Y/N did end up inviting Jason round. It was a call where she simply told him the fact. Harley and Ivy were out, she was looking after Bud and Lou, and she was wondering if Jason wanted to keep her company.

“KITTY-CAT?” Called Jason as he let himself him.

“LIVING ROOM,” She yelled back. Y/N was sitting on the floor, playing tug of war with Bud while Lou snoozed on the sofa. Jason came into the living room and looked down to see Y/N cross-legged on the sofa and smiled at her and the sight before him.

“This safe?” Jason asked with a chuckle, sitting down on the other sofa without the Hyena on. “I mean, they are still wild animals,” Jason pointed out as Y/N rolled Bud onto their back and tickled the animal’s tummy, which Bud thoroughly enjoyed.

“Oh, they’re like giant puppies, really,” Y/N assured Jason as Bud jumped back up and licked Y/N’s cheek before lying across her legs and whining with joy. “See.”

“I’m spending my Saturday night in the house of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, babysitting Hyenas with the daughter of Catwoman, who I am dating” Jason shook his head in disbelief, “what has life become?”

“A lot more fun,” Y/N teased as she gently lifted Bud off and laid him on the ground, moving to sit next to Jason, who wrapped an around her and kissed her gently and placed his other hand on her thigh, but before anything could happen, Bud climbed onto the sofa and settle himself between Jason and Y/N, wiggling his bottom to create more room for himself before looking Y/N in the face and lying down, resting his head on her lap. Y/N looked at him apologetically.

“So, not only are your aunts and mother protective of you, two hyenas are too?”

“Pretty much,” Y/N smiled sheepishly, “sorry,” she chuckled a little, “I guess at times like these you wish you went for an easier girl, huh?”

“No way,” Jason assured her, awkwardly reaching over the wild beast and placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and squeezing lightly. “I like all of this, it’s fun.”

“Well, not many people would call babysitting the hyenas of two of the most wanted criminals in Gotham ‘fun’ but each to their own.”

“Well,” Jason grinned, “Is this fun for you?”

“Yeah, this is my normal.”

“I’m willing to let this become my normal,” Jason said.

Y/N smiled and leaned over the hyena to give Jason a quick peck on the lips, causing him to smile. She then looked at the animal and discovered he was sleeping.

“He’s sleeping,” she whispered, moving Bud off of her lap and standing up, gesturing for Jason to follow her. They quietly and carefully moved their way into the kitchen where Y/N sat on the counter and Jason walked up to her, kissing her gently and running his hands up her thighs. When they pulled back, Y/N grinned and chuckled, “and now you’re making out with the daughter of Catwoman in the kitchen of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.”

“Feels like a fever dream,” Jason laughed as he kissed Y/N again, sliding his hands underneath her shirt and trailed his fingers over her skin. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and then ran her fingers through his hair, smiling into a kiss.

“This is totally real, Tweety Bird,” Y/N said teasingly.

“I don’t know…” Jason grinned, “I think I might need a little convincing here, Kitty Cat.”

“I’m more than happy to help with that,” Y/N whispered against his lips before moving her hands under his shirt, feeling his abs. Before they could get any further there was a yapping noise behind them and they broke apart to see Bud and Lou standing there, looking at them. The animals walked towards them, the noise of their claws on the wooden floor echoing, nudging Jason back.

“I’m going to go to the toilet,” Jason said.

“Upstairs, first door on the left,” Y/N told him. Jason smiled awkwardly before walking away. Y/N listened to him go upstairs and close the door before turning to Bud and Lou, hands on her hips and sighing. “Did Ivy and Harley tell you to cockblock me or something?” She complained to the hyenas before pulling two steaks from the fridge and threw them to the animals.

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“Tell me about your father,” Bruce said to Y/N one day as they worked together. He was determined to make sure he got to know his new recruit, very impressed with her work. “You talk about your mother a lot, but never your father. Is he in the picture?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N shook her head, “he died before I was born.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Bruce looked at his intern sympathetically. “May I ask how he passed?”

“Shot,” she mumbled, “at Penguin’s, he and Mum were celebrating the fact she was pregnant. He threw himself between Mum and the shooter to protect her.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Bruce sighed as he awkwardly placed a hand on her shoulder, “can I give you a hug?”

“Yeah…” Y/N nodded as Bruce pulled her into his arms. He himself being young when losing both parents understood the pain felt when growing up without one, especially through the crime in Gotham. Bruce pulled back and gave Y/N a sad smile, an understanding smile.

“Come to Wayne Manor tonight,” he said, “for dinner. Jason would love to see you and Alfred is cooking Venison Wellington – you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Y/N smiled, “I’d like that.”

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The dining room in Wayne Manor was extravagant, but even that was an understatement with its insanely high ceiling, chandeliers and red velvet drapes. Y/N felt her jaw drop upon the sight of the room as Jason showed it to her.

“I know,” he chuckled, holding her hand, “I had the same reaction too.”

“Did he even use it before you moved in?”

“I think he and that Dick Grayson he adopted used it a few times, but Bruce mainly eats in his office” Jason said.

“And even then I have to force him,” Alfred said appearing with his hands behind his back, “ever since he was a boy.”

“Alfred!” Y/N grinned hugging the butler.

“Y/N,” he said hugging her back and looking at her closely, studying her. Alfred looked into her eyes and smiled. “I’m thrilled you could make it.”

“Me too!”

“Master Wayne is currently finishing up some paperwork, so you and Jason are free to roam and do as you please,” Alfred said before leaving, “now excuse me, I have to check dinner.”

“Wanna see my bedroom?”

“Pervert,” Y/N teased nudging his shoulder.

“Says the girl who nearly had sex in the kitchen of her aunts house.”

“You weren’t complaining,” Y/N pointed out, “and if Bud and Lou didn’t interrupt us we would have.”

“Shut up,” Jason chuckled as he led Y/N by the hand upstairs and to his room on the top floor of Wayne Manor. It was a large room with a lot of wooden furniture and velvet reds, but there were touches of Jason around the room – his grubby converses were thrown into a corner, his jacket on a chair, and there were poster hanging up as well (probably without Bruce’s knowledge) of singers and movies and TV shows and bikes.

“It’s nice,” she said as she stepped in and looked around before turning and looking at Jason. “Comfy.”

“Thanks,” Jason grinned as he walked up to Y/N and placed his hands on her waist, “what’d you wanna see in my room first?”

“How about the bed?”

“Good choice,” he said picking her up and putting her on the bed, kissing her as he did. Jason laid Y/N down and climbed atop her, brushing her hair from her face.

“OH,” said a voice, causing Jason and Y/N to pull apart and for Jason to jump up from Y/N. They turned to the door to see a bewildered Bruce standing there. He looked very shocked at the sight, like a protective parent, and considering that he was the guardian of Jason, it didn’t surprise Y/N, but she was still embarrassed. “I was coming to see if two wanted to join me for a drink.”

“Yeah,” the two said after meeting each other’s eyes and silently agreeing with each other. There was always another time for Jason to show her the bed.

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They all sat in Bruce’s office, Y/N and Jason sharing a leather sofa and Bruce sitting on a dramatic leather chair. Each of them was holding a glass of scotch and chattering away until it was time to be called to dinner. Bruce was smiling widely the whole time with a slight shifting to his sitting form as though a constant need for the loo possessed him.

“So,” Bruce said, “I guess you are wondering why I invited you…”

“I supposed it was about the talk about my dad.”

“Actually no,” Bruce said putting his glass down, “I was planning to invite you anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Bruce nodded, smiling, “you have been beyond impressive during your time at Wayne Enterprises, and… well… I would like to offer you a permanent position, all ready for you to take when you finish your degree if you would like to stay at the company.”

“Seriously?” Y/N blinked, jaw dropped, grinning widely, looking between Jason and Bruce, both of whom were trying to contain their excitement of telling Y/N all this.

“Only if you want to,” Jason said.

“YES!” She cried out with joy, “I’d love that, thank you so much.”

“I am guessing the news was well-received,” Alfred chuckled upon walking in and looking at the beaming Y/N.

“Very well,” Bruce said standing up and nodding.

“Then let’s celebrate with a nice and hot dinner then, shall we?”

“Let’s,” Bruce nodded.

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One might expect the Wayne Manor Dining Room to be deathly quiet, but it was, in fact, brimming with laughter and conversation and even Alfred sat and ate with them, it felt more like a family dinner.

“So,” Y/N said, “my prom date comes to collect me,” she tells the story, “and the moment he enters the flat my mother and my aunts are on him like hyenas,” Jason sniggers lowly at the comment, “they’re asking him his intentions, where we’ll be going after prom, if I’ll be home by a certain time, if he’s planning to take me to a hotel. Before he’s even given me the corsage, he’s out the door, running away!”

“Oh no,” Bruce laughed, “you poor thing, what happened?”

“Well, my mum and my aunts took me out on the town instead – a nice girl’s night to make up for what they did.”

“Aren’t you upset that you missed prom?” Jason asked her.

“Can you see me getting all upset about whose Prom Queen?”

“Not really…”

“So it didn’t bother you missing prom?” Alfred asked, “Americans make such a deal over it!”

“Lord no,” Y/N scoffed, “I hated everyone at my school.”

“What did your girl’s night entail of?”

“We went to a fancy restaurant, then we went to a play and things like that.”

“Sounds nice,” Jason smiled.

“It was, and my mum was honestly so ashamed of herself for scaring that boy off,” Y/N explained, “she even offered to go and talk to him about it.”

“Did you take her up on it?” Bruce asked.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “Why would I want to be with a guy who couldn’t handle my family?”

“Your family’s awesome,” Jason said, “that guy was a coward!”

“I’ll be sure to tell Mum that,” Y/N laughs, “she’ll be flattered.”

They carried on chatting for ages. The topic which came up varied from work to schooling to

“How’s Jim Gordon?” Alfred asked Bruce, “I heard he dropped by the office again.”

“Yes, he’s been coming by a lot recently,” Bruce frowned as Y/N and Jason just shrugged.

“He seems a nice man,” Y/N thought aloud, “although I’ve only met him three times.”

“He is,” Alfred nodded before turning back to Bruce, “what have the two of you spoken about?”

“Nothing much,” Bruce shrugged as he sipped his drink, “erm… well…” he frowned and thought, “he’s mainly been wanting to talk about the past, my childhood – my parents’ case.”

“Your parents?”

“Yes,” Bruce nodded, “Jim was the detective on my parents’ case, perhaps the only detective in Gotham who was honest at the time. Still an honest man, and has inspired many detectives to be better.”

“It’s nice that Gotham has improved over recent years,” Alfred commented.

“When was the other time you met Jim?” Jason frowned in thought. “We’ve seen him twice, so when was the third?”

“Oh, erm, apparently Jim knows my mother,” Y/N shrugged it off. Alfred went very quiet and darted his eyes around the people at the table.

“Well, Jim is one of the few detectives who made sure to check up on people affected by the case he was working on,” Bruce explained, “Jim has many friends throughout Gotham and beyond, and he is perhaps one of the only people I know who does, in fact, have the respect of Penguin, and Riddler.”

“Really?” Y/N lifted her eyes up. “Penguin?”

“Yes,” Bruce nodded, “sorry if it is a sensitive topic for you, your father being killed in Penguin’s.”

“No, no,” Y/N shook her head, “it’s fine. I mean, its Gotham so it’s impossible to avoid him.”

“Y/N has made you aware of her deceased father?” Alfred frowned.

“Yes.”

“Poor Selina,” Jason sighed and shook his head. Y/N and him had spoken extensively about her long-dead father and her mother, “imagine what that was like, one moment having everything at your fingers, a loving spouse, a baby, happiness, and then losing most of that in the blink of an eye. She’s such a strong woman.”

“Selina?” Bruce frowned and looked at Jason.

“Yeah, Y/N’s mother,” Jason said.

“Your mother is called Selina?” He turned to Y/N.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Selina Kyle.”

At the mention of her mother’s name, Bruce’s face dropped and the cutlery fell from his hands, making a clattering noise as they hit the plate. He stared at Y/N. There was a deafening silence in the room. Alfred looked uncomfortable, Bruce was stunned, Jason was confused and Y/N was just bewildered that the mention of her mother’s name caused this strange environment.

“Did she say something wrong?” Jason said breaking the silence, but Alfred shushed him quick enough.

Bruce still hadn’t taken his eyes off of Y/N, his mouth hanging open. He then closed his mouth and licked his lips before opening his mouth and finally speaking. There it was. The thing about Y/N that seemed so familiar all came rushing to him the moment he heard her mother’s name. Bruce just stared at Y/N. He looked at her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes. Y/N Kyle and her eyes were all Bruce Wayne focused on.

“Y/N,” he began slowly and quietly, “how old are you?”

“Nineteen,” she said still not sure what was going on. Bruce then looked across the table at Alfred, whose expression told Bruce everything he needed to know, the shame on his face from hiding the truth from the boy he raised, his boss, his friend, his surrogate son. The billionaire looked at Y/N Kyle one last time before getting up to his feet, throwing his napkin down on the table and storming from the dining room, he then walked out of Wayne Manor, leaving Y/N and Jason absolutely stunned. Alfred just stood up.

“Shall I make a pot of tea?” he said.

“What just happened?” Y/N said, “Did I upset him?”

“No, dear, you have nothing to do with this,” Alfred assured her, “sugar?”

“Sure…” She said quietly as Alfred left the room. When he was gone, Y/N leaned across to Jason, scared. “What just happened?” She asked in a small voice.

“I don’t know,” Jason said honestly, meeting Y/N’s eyes and shaking his head.

“Where did he even go?” She asked as they got up and walked to the window to see the taillights of Bruce’s car disappearing.

“I don’t know,” Jason admitted. “Y/N,” he said turning to look at the young woman, “who is your mother really?”

“I don’t know.”

[ineffablywriting]

eight / american dream

uni AU co-written with @faux-styles

a story of late nights, unorthodox household plants, and a trip to Vegas that changes everything

“Need me to drop you off anywhere specific?”

“The gardening section is fine,” Savannah mumbled. She’d traded Reyna’s phone in for her own and was currently scrolling through instagram.

“Just promise me one thing,” Reyna sighed, taking a sharp right turn which earned her a glare from Sav. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“Promise what?” Savannah asked warily.

“Don’t buy another cactus, you’ve killed the last three you’ve owned.”

chapter seven / story page

“How was your date?” Reyna asked, barging into the flat that morning, still in her scrubs. “Also, I need a change of clothes,” she said catching Sav’s eye.

“Didn’t you take something to change into when you left for placement last night?” Alexa asked.

“I did, but some twat in the hallway decided they were going to throw up an entire bar on me just as I was leaving,” she grumbled darkly. “So, I had to take a second shower and change back into my scrubs.”

“Gross,” Sav wrinkled her nose as she dug through her closet.

“Thanks,” Reyna said kindly, grabbing the simple pair of jeans and a random t-shirt. “But don’t think you can get out of answering the question that quickly. How was your date?”

Savannah rolled her eyes. “It was a disaster. He took me to a bar that was more grease than actual bar.”

“I know,” Reyna grinned cheekily. “I meant your other date.”

“What?”

“A little birdie told me it involved a big yellow M and a rich boy,” she collapsed onto the sofa, the grin on her face only growing with each word.

“It wasn’t a date,” she rolled her eyes. “And I know that you know that it wasn’t a date so I’m not going to let you make me squirm over it.”

“Well you’re no fun,” she muttered, pulling out her phone as it lit up with a text.

“I’m plenty fun,” Savannah poked her tongue out. “Are you good to stay here on your own?”

“You’re going somewhere?”

“Just down to the markets,” she shrugged.

“I can give you a lift if you’d like.”

“Nah, it’s fine. You look like you need some sleep,” Sav fussed. “I swear the times they give you lot should be illegal.”

“It’s fine,” Reyna waved her off. “We need to get used it for the future anyway. I’m going to be on rotation in the emergency room soon and the hours are ridiculous,” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Let me guess, you can’t wait?” Savannah shook her head in fond exasperation.

“I like the pressure.”

“I’m sure you do,” Sav offered back. “Which is all the more reason you should stay here and nap. You can take my bed. I’m fine taking the bus, really.”

“Nah, I’m gonna head over to Louis’ in a bit anyway,” Reyna waved her phone in explanation. “I’ll just nap at his place if I need to. His bed is bloody huge.”

“How is he?” Savannah asked. “I haven’t seen him around since Harry’s party - or, well, I guess it was more Louis’ party, but you know.”

“Yeah, same,” Reyna nodded. “He’s had a whole bunch of family things going on the past week and I think he got drunk at every single one, so he’s probably still hungover. I’m going to go over there and yap in his ear until he cries.”

“Why?” she asked, exasperated. “I mean, other than torturing your best friend.”

Reyna started laughing. “He deserves it. I was chatting with that fit bearded bloke at the party when he came over and planted a sloppy kiss right on my cheek and told me how much he loved me. Scared him right off,” she huffed.

At that Savannah burst out laughing. “Wish I’d seen that.”

“You can ask Alexa all about it,” she rolled her eyes. “She witnessed the whole thing. Speaking of,” Reyna changed the subject. “She have a double shift again?”

“Nah, she’s got that next week. I can’t believe she volunteers for them,” Sav shook her head, clicking the button for the lift as they made their way out of the flat. “I don’t care how much you paid me and tipped me, I wouldn’t work more than eight hours.”

“That’s because you work in a cafe and I work in a library,” Reyna joked. “Lex works in an art gallery. Bet she meets lots of posh and proper people and not the usual chavs we deal with. God, you know this one guy actually tried to check out a book without a library card the other day? And then he had the nerve to argue with me about it being a public library.”

“Sounds like something Louis would do,” Savannah teased as they walked over to Reyna’s small Suzuki.

“Oi, Lou’s not an idiot,” she defended without hesitation.

“I know that,” Savannah laughed. “I meant it sounds like something he’d do to piss you off.”

Reyna paused, considering her words. “Yeah, I can’t argue with that,” she agreed, slipping the key into the ignition.

“Does he know you’re going to see him?”

“Should do,” she shrugged. “That was him earlier who texted me. Haven’t checked what it said yet.”

“Want me to read it to you?” Savannah offered, picking Rey’s phone up out of the cup holder as she reversed out of her parking space. She’d decided to drive this time, rather than make Alexa get up at 5am in the morning to go and get her.

“Yeah, sure,” she shrugged and Sav instantly unlocked her phone. “You need my passco…” she trailed off. “Or not,” she raised a brow.

“1234 isn’t really much of a password, Rey,” Savannah laughed lightly. “Lou says, and I quote, I’m at home, why?”

“Alright cool,” Reyna grinned, as she merged into traffic.

“You want me to text him a reply?” she asked, even though she had a feeling Reyna was going to just brush her off. She never replied to texts.

“Nah,” she waved her off. “I’ll see him soon enough.”

“Of course you will,” Savannah sighed, rolling her eyes as she dropped the phone back into the cup holder.

“Need me to drop you off anywhere specific?”

“The gardening section is fine,” Savannah mumbled. She’d traded Reyna’s phone in for her own and was currently scrolling through instagram.

“Just promise me one thing,” Reyna sighed, taking a sharp right turn which earned her a glare from Sav. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“Promise what?” Savannah asked warily.

“Don’t buy another cactus, you’ve killed the last three you’ve owned.”

-

“Another houseplant?” Alexa asked incredulously from her position against the kitchen bench as Savannah awkwardly balanced the flower in one hand and kicked the front door shut with the other, arms laden with bags.

Dumping them, and her keys, onto the kitchen counter, she set the plant down gently and proceeded to stand there and admire the way the purple flowers hung delicately from their branches.

“It’s an orchid and I’m going to name him Oliver,” Savannah breathed out airily, running her hands along the pot.

Alexa quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve lost it,” she deadpanned, watching Savannah gaze almost lovingly at the plant.

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing,” she said, moving the pot towards the kitchen window where it sat, illuminated in the still-rising sun.

“Question,” Alexa began, unloading some of the groceries that Savannah had bought from the markets. “Why an orchid? Given up on cacti, have ya?”

Savannah sighed, shaking her head before climbing onto one of the stools. “Reyna banned me from buying another one. Said I’m going to be the cause of their extinction.”

“Did she really say that?” Alexa asked curiously, placing some vegetables in the fridge and bringing out a huge jug of orange juice. After a few weeks of living with Savannah, along with Reyna breathing down their necks, the girls had decided to learn how to cook homemade meals. And Alexa had to admit, it definitely saved her a lot of money.

“No,” Savannah admitted, “But it was implied.”

Alexa rolled her eyes and brought out two glasses, pouring the orange juice out before sliding one towards Savannah. She paused. “Sav…”

“Yeah?” Savannah asked, momentarily distracted by the presence - or lack thereof - of pulp in her orange juice. “This has no pulp,” she pointed out.

Sighing, Alexa took a swig from her own glass. “It was the only one they had left,” she said, “But listen here.”

Savannah looked at her friend with mild curiosity. “What’s up?”

“I’ve decided what I want for my birthday,” Alexa started off carefully, watching Savannah’s face carefully for her reaction.

“Yeah?” her friend perked up. Savannah absolutely loathed gift shopping, especially for friends who already seemed to have everything they could ever want. So if Lex was willing to give her gift ideas, she wasn’t going to protest. “What is it?"

“How would you feel if we all went on a trip?”

“A trip where?” she frowned a little, her suspicions rising at Alexa’s discomfort. “Up north? Down south?” Sav chatted, downing her glass and rinsing it quickly in the sink.

“I was thinking more… west,” Alexa replied slowly.

“Bristol?”

“Vegas.”

Savannah blinked.

“As in Las Vegas?” she confirmed, leaning back against the counter and clasping her hands behind her back to prevent herself from punching her friend in the arm.

“Yup.”

“You mean like, the City of Sin. The Las Vegas?”

“I don’t understand how I could be more clear. Yes, Vegas as in Las Vegas with the fake Eiffel Tower and the Bellagio Fountains. Las Vegas in America,” Alexa rolled her eyes, starting to get a little prickly.  

“You’re not kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Savannah paused, as if thinking about how to word her next thought. “Look, Lex. I know it’s your birthday and all but-”

“Before you even continue with that, hear me out,” Alexa interrupted. “I know you’re probably freaking about how much it’ll cost, but all you’re going to need is spending money,” she glared at Sav when she looked to interrupt. “Our flights are going to be covered under my parents’ frequent flyer points so that’s not something you have to worry about, and they also agreed to pay for our suite as a birthday gift for me. The only thing you really have to worry about on top of spending money is meals and breakfast is already covered by the hotel. Also,” Lex continued when she still looked unconvinced. “I don’t think we’ll even be there for long enough for it to be too much money.”

“But-”

“I know you want to say no right now. But Sav, it’s my birthday and I really, really want you to be there. You skipped out on my 21st, you have to come to my this one.”

“I was in hospital on your 21st,” Savannah crossed her arms, even as she tried not to smile. Alexa was a lot of things, but she wasn’t very manipulative and every time she tried to be, she and Reyna found it hilarious.

“Just think about it? Please?” Alexa implored, shoulders slumping a little in defeat.  

“Ok,” Savannah sighed, rolling her eyes. She knew she didn’t really need to think it through, with both flights and accommodation taken care of, there was no way she was missing the trip to Vegas. She’d pick up a few extra shifts at the cafe just to be safe, but she was sure that the savings she had in her account would be enough to cover the cost of the trip.

“Wait- ok you’ll think about it or ok you’ll come?”

“Ok, I’ll come,” Savannah grinned, moving forward to hug her friend. “You didn’t really think I’d miss out on Vegas did you?”

“Oh my god, I didn’t think you’d actually say yes so soon. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Alexa squealed, and Savannah couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s reaction.

“Anything for you, Lex,” she grinned in reply. “But now I really have to get ready for work before I’m late. I’ll see you this evening and we can discuss the details!”

-

Savannah didn’t know for sure, but she was convinced that someone deep within the inner pits of hell had it out for her today. She had only been working for two out of the six hours that made up her shift, but she was about ready to dig her own grave. For some unusual reason, every single mother in London had decided it was a great day to take their demon spawn to the cafe for lunch. The amount of crying, shrieking, screaming, and overturned porridge bowls had Savannah about ready to call it quits. In fact, she was sure that if it weren’t for the suddenly upcoming Vegas trip and the meagre funds in her bank account, she would’ve jetted out of there as soon as the kids had first started to appear.

Maeve, who was working the coffees for the morning, smiled sympathetically at Savannah as she passed by with a tray stacked high with dirty dishes. It had finally started to calm down, with only five or six occupied tables in the cafe and Savannah took this opportunity to slip behind the counter for a much needed breather.

“Rough morning?” Maeve asked, finishing up a flat white for the customer waiting by the counter and handing it to him with a smile.

“Don’t even start me,” Savannah sighed, leaning her head on the counter and closing her eyes momentarily. “I feel like the world’s against me today.”

“Not to undermine your feelings or whatever, Sav,” Maeve grinned, waving a dishtowel at a pestering fly that had been bothering her all morning, “but you say that every time we have a busy day.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it,” Savannah insisted. “Did you see how many little monsters were out there? God, remind me to never have one of those.”

“You mean children?” Maeve smirked, used to her friend’s antics.

“Those were not children,” Savannah shook her head dramatically. “Those were mini satans. I swear one of them looked me in the eye as they spilled a perfectly decent plate of porridge!”

“That’s what children do, Sav,” Maeve sighed, leaning back against the counter she was manning.

“Ruin lives?” Savannah asked, making her friend outright laugh at her.

“Make messes.”

“That’s what I just said, innit?” Sav joked.

“Honestly, sometimes I worry about you,” Maeve shook her head, glancing over her shoulder as the cafe door chimed, only to quickly turn back when she saw it was just one of the children messing around. “So anyway,” she changed the subject, “wanna tell me what the real reason is for the sudden stick up your arse?”  

“Vegas,” Sav sighed.

“Vegas? What?” Maeve asked, bewildered. “I feel like it’s my job to point out that Vegas sounds like the complete opposite to having a stick up ya bum.”

“Yeah for people who can afford it.”

“So save up.”

“No, no, it’s not like that...it’s more...it’s hard to explain,” Sav fumbled, trying to formulate a proper sentence. “I have enough money for it. But only because of frequent flyer points and loving parents and-”

“Woah, hold up. Start from the beginning, would ya?”

“Ok so,” Savannah huffed out a breath. “Lex’s birthday is coming up and she wants to go to Vegas and I was all for it - obviously,” at her friend’s pointed look, she corrected herself. “Fine so I was a little reluctant, but I came around. Except now I’m having doubts again because it’s all happening so suddenly and I’m poor to the point where if it wasn’t for Alexa, I’d be bunking with my mum, so while she and Rey can literally go out and buy a house tomorrow -”

“Doubt it, but go on,” Maeve interrupted.

“-I can barely buy a t-shirt without wondering if I could maybe find the same one online for cheaper. And I want to try and explain that to them, but at the same time it’s her birthday and I don’t want to make her feel guilty for me being not as wealthy as them, which is the understatement of the century, by the way. So, I’m stuck working here cleaning up after Satan’s footmen trying to think of a gift I can get her for using up her parents’ frequent flyers, to coattail my way with them to Vegas,” she finished.

“First off, you really have to stop calling kids that. Secondly, there’s no way Lex cares about the gift you get her as long as it has some sentiment to it,” here she smacked Sav on the head, “and thirdly, take that bloody stick out of your bum and let your friends do something nice for you.”

“But -”

“No, shut up and lighten up, Sav. Ever since I’ve met you, you do this thing where you refuse to let anyone help you out - especially if they come from a privileged background.”

“I do not,” Sav said, a little outraged.

“You so do,” Maeve laughed lightly. “I don’t know why, but it’s almost like you’re trying to prove yourself worthy or something. You’re not Thor, Sav. You don’t have the fate of a realm resting on your shoulders - live and let live, I say.”

“I have no clue what you just said,” Savannah pointed out, her animosity deflating a little.

Maeve rolled her eyes. “Just let your friends buy you your way to Vegas. It’s what friends do, love. They help each other out when they can do something for you that you can’t do for yourself. Besides, this way it means you’ll have more money for alcohol.”

“You know,” Savannah chuckled, “you can go from ‘wise and all knowing’ to ‘a booze guzzling chav’ real quick.”

“It’s part of my charm,” Maeve winked, turning to face the counter, as the cafe bell rang - this time with an actual customer.

“I don’t doubt it,” Sav called back as she made her way out to take their order.

-

“I come!” a loud voice spoke up from down the hallway, the front door slamming shut almost immediately after, “bearing gifts!”

Savannah rolled her eyes before picking herself off the floor where she had been sat for a solid half hour after work and heading down towards the living room. “Hey Louis,” she greeted, walking up to him.

Louis grinned, setting the two six-packs of beer down on the counter before engulfing Savannah in a bone-crushing hug. “Hey sweetie,” he smiled. “Long time no see. You smell like bacon.”

“How are you?” she asked, eyes flicking between the alcohol on the table and Oliver sitting innocently just a few centimetres away from it. The second part of his greeting, she decided to completely ignore.

“Oh, I’m just peachy thanks!” another voice spoke up from the entranceway. Savannah glanced up curiously to see Reyna entering the space with five bags of take-out, all balanced precariously in her arms. “Can someone please take this away from me before I ‘accidentally’ drop it all on the floor,” she said through gritted teeth, glaring pointedly at Louis.

“Someone put you two in charge of the food, I see,” Alexa stated, walking in just as Louis walked over to help Reyna with the bags.

“I have a question,” Savannah perked up. “What’s the occasion?” she asked once everyone looked towards her.

“No occasion,” Reyna said. “But since we haven’t seen the boys in almost a week, we thought it would be nice to have a movie night.”

“And it had to be at our flat?”

“I volunteered us, actually,” Lex said sheepishly. “It was only fair,” she defended. “We’re always at Harry’s or Zayn’s, Louis’ place I wouldn’t step foot in unless it’s been bleached out and Reyna’s is too small for all of us to be comfortable,” she shrugged. “I’m going to pop outside for a second,” she said to no one in particular before leaving.  

“Fine I guess,” Savannah muttered, nudging the beers that Louis had brought to glance at the label, blanching slightly as she read the name. “You guys got the cheap beer,” she whined, pouting slightly. “It tastes like shit.”

“Hey!” Louis warned her, pointing a finger in her face. “Any alcohol is good alcohol.”

“What’s the point of having rich friends if they won’t buy the good stuff?” Savannah rolled her eyes, walking over to pull the bottles from the packaging and stacking them in the fridge as she did so.

“So what are you doing?” Reyna asked, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket and finally noticing the plant.

Savannah held her breath.

“What is this?” she asked slowly, as if afraid of the answer. From beside her, Louis guffawed. Having been Reyna’s best friend basically his entire life, he was accustomed to hearing the gruesome tales of the demise of Sav’s household plants.

“Oliver,” Savannah shrugged.

“Of course you’ve already named him,” Reyna sighed, looking at her friend exasperatedly. “I thought I told you no more plants.”

“No,” Savannah was quick to defend herself, “You didn’t. You said cacti in particular. Not orchids. Isn’t he beautiful?” she said, gazing at her plant adoringly.

“She’s lost it,” Louis whisper-shouted in Reyna’s ear, making sure that Savannah heard it.

Savannah glared at him.

“You have a problem,” Reyna concluded after a brief moment of silence. “I should call Dr. Phil. I can see it already. ‘Woman obsessed with killing household plants’. It’ll go viral. We’ll make a meme out of it and everything.”

“Hey!” Savannah exclaimed, “I’m not obsessed with killing them! I just… happen to forget about them after a while.”

Louis raised an eyebrow, hesitating a moment before speaking up. “Please don’t ever have children.”

“I’ll make a great mother,” Savannah said haughtily, carefully picking Oliver up and moving him away from Louis - who was already nursing a beer - and Reyna who was smirking over at her, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Go ahead and make your bets,” Savannah sighed. “But this time is different. Oliver will survive, you’ll see.”

“Bet he won’t make it to the end of next month,” Louis was quick to rise to the bait.

“Nah,” Reyna shook her head. “Reckon he might last a little longer than that.”

“Thank you!” Savannah grinned triumphantly.

“Alexa has quite the green thumb,” she continued.

“Screw you,” Savannah glared while Louis choked on his drink beside Reyna. “I don’t need Lex’s help to raise Oli, you’ll see,” she walked away from the two, taking Oliver with her. She intended to hide him somewhere where none of the others could find him.

She’d just walked back into the kitchen when the front door was pushed open by Alexa who’d gone downstairs to grab the mail.

“I found a couple of strays sitting around outside, thought I’d invite them in,” she smiled, moving aside to reveal Zayn and Harry. “They said no one would buzz them in?” she asked quizzically.

“They didn’t know the password,” Louis shrugged, making Alexa quirk a brow and stare expectantly over at Savannah.

“I thought I told you to keep an eye on the place,” she said.

“I was literally gone for like three seconds showing Oli to my room. I don’t even know how he managed to get to the intercom!” Sav was both impressed and a little scared at how crafty Louis was. “Did you help him?”

“Hey, leave me out of this,” Reyna held her hands up in surrender. “It was all Louis.”

“And you didn’t stop him?”

“It was funny,” Reyna shrugged. “Besides, they’re not frozen to death. Which is a shame, bet an ice sculpture or two would really liven the place up a bit,” she mused, completely disregarding Harry, Zayn and Alexa’s presence.

“I see it,” Zayn declared, turning to Lex. “I finally see it. She’s exactly like Louis, but a girl.”

“Oi!” Reyna glared at him, fighting off a smile. “I’m funnier than him. And better looking,” she added.

“That’s debatable,” Louis snorted, playing with the bottle opener attached to his keys.

“Ok then, before this gets any more underway, I’m just going to take a quick shower considering Louis said I smelled like a pig,” Savannah announced to the room.

“It’s for your own good, sweetie,” was all he said as she disappeared down the hall.

-

“Ok,” Harry started, turning to face Savannah while the others listened on patiently. “Blackjack is really really simple. I don’t understand why you haven’t played it yet, I mean, what rock have you been under your whole life?”

“Calm down, Styles,” she rolled her eyes. “Not everyone here has a gambling problem.”

Harry pretended to clutch his heart in pain. “You wound me, Simba.”

Everyone around the table, almost in unison, arched an eyebrow in amusement. Savannah felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she rolled her eyes at Reyna and Alexa who were grinning widely. Harry had been absolutely outraged upon learning that none of the girls at the table knew how to play proper blackjack and so had run to the closest open shop to find a deck of playing cards. Twenty minutes later, he was back with a mission in mind.

“Ok enough with the banter, you two. Explain the game so we can get on with it!” Niall urged, taking a swig of his beer.

Harry cleared his throat. “Ok. Basically, you get dealt two cards right, one facing down and the other facing up. Same with the dealer. And then you flip your card. And then you add up the two card values - if it’s a picture card, then it’s value is 10. If it’s a number card, then it’s value is whatever it is. And finally, if you get dealt an Ace, you can either choose for it to be either an 11 or a one. When you add up the two numbers, you can either choose to hit or stand. The whole idea of this is to reach as close to 21 as possible. So you can either hit and get dealt another card or you can keep the value of your two cards the same. If you go over 21, you’ve automatically lost,” he looked up at Savannah, then to Alexa and Reyna. “You following?”

“Yeah,” they said in unison. Harry talked at a pace befit for toddlers to understand, which ended up being a positive in this type of situation.

“Great, good. Say you’ve reached 19 with your cards and you choose to stand. The dealer then flips over his card. If it’s 16 or under, he automatically has to flip another. If he reaches 21, he’s won. If he’s gone over, everyone who got under 21 wins. However, when he flips and it’s 17 or over, he has to stand. So if he flips and gets 18, and you’ve got 19, then you’ve won the hand.”

“Okay,” Savannah nodded, trying to wrap her head around the whole concept of the game. Everyone else had seemingly started to lose interest and had now started up a conversation between themselves. “Okay wait, so,” Savannah said a concentrated furrow between her brows as she tried to make proper sense of what Harry was saying. “If you stand, do you just stay that way until everyone else also stands?”

“Yep,” Harry answered. “You’re all playing against the dealer so he has to wait until everyone stands before he can flip his card. So no cheating.”

“Oh, ok. So basically, you have to get your cards to 21 and every time you hit you get another card and you have to try and get as close to 21 without going over. If you stand you just sit there until everyone else stands as well and then the dealer does his thing and ta-da,” she waved her hands around as she finished.

“In layman’s terms, yeah.”

“Sweet, I think I’ve got it,” she grinned.

“Finally,” Louis said, turning back around to face the group and switching the TV off. “May the odds be ever in your favour,” he said mockingly.

-

“Ok, so the odds are definitely not in your favour tonight,” Louis deadpanned as Savannah lost another round.

“Fuck off, Louis. Harry’s obviously cheating,” Savannah glared down at her drink.

“You’re lucky we’re not playing for actual money,” Reyna shook her head sadly. “You’d be so broke you’d be living off ramen noodles for the next few months.”

“I’m already living off ramen noodles for the next few months because of this stupid bloody trip to Vegas,” Savannah cursed, frustration rolling off of her in waves.

“Oi,” Alexa cut in. “Don’t diss Vegas.”

“Yeah,” Niall added. “It’s not Vegas’ fault yer shit.”

Savannah lifted her gaze to shoot him a withering glare dangerous enough that Niall’s eyes widened and he shifted away from her slightly. “Think I’m going to get another drink,” he said to no one in particular before disappearing from sight.

“What trip to Vegas are we talking about here?” Louis perked up.

“You know I may be bad at blackjack, but I would annihilate you all in a game of poker,” Savannah defended, ignoring Louis while gathering up the cards on the table and handing them over to Harry to shuffle.

“Okay then,” he smirked, twisting the deck in his abnormally large hands. “I’ll take you up on that challenge. Texas hold’em or five-card?”

“Five-card.”  

“In that case, I’m out,” Reyna said quickly, not liking the fact that she was the weakest link when it came to poker.

“Me too,” Alexa agreed, getting up and following Reyna into the kitchen.

“Ok, in that case, I’m out too.  Now can someone answer my question?” Louis could be heard asking as he also disappeared from view. “What Vegas trip is this?”

Harry and Savannah exchanged a look as Zayn also left the circle wordlessly, not even bothering to come up with an excuse. Shrugging, Harry carefully shuffled the deck, dealing out five cards to Savannah and the same to him. When done, he placed the rest of the deck on the side and glanced up at her, his elbows on his knees and his fingers placed strategically under his chin.

“So, Vegas, huh?” he tried to distract Sav from her game.

“It’s for Lex’s birthday,” she shrugged. “And don’t think you can play me into giving something away,” she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re in my domain now,” she smirked at him.

“I’m just being social,” Harry blinked at her innocently. “Who’s going on the trip?” he asked.

“Dunno,” she shrugged, “we haven’t really discussed the details yet. We’ll probably do that tonight in the groupchat.”

“You have a groupchat?”

“You don’t?” Sav asked astonished when Harry just shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Louis will fix that soon enough. He’s always starting new groups. I’m surprise he hasn’t started one with all of us already.”

Harry snorted. “If I know Louis, and I do, unfortunately, chances are he’s going to start one tonight demanding we all go to Vegas.”

“I have the perfect name if he does,” she lit up with excitement.

“I’m scared to ask…”

“The Rat Pack,” she announced proudly. “Now can we please play?”

“Fine fine,” Harry sighed, taking a good, long look at his cards. “Prepare to be annihilated.”