𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧

[savwhitmore]

jackscnrhcdes​:

     as she spoke, jackson watched her curiously, his eyes only wandering away to glance at whatever it was she was talking about before returning to her. he really hadn’t understood the gravity of the situation originally, but standing in the gutted space with her, savannah’s annoyance was palatable. he couldn’t blame her. jackson had dealt with his own fair share of shitty clients: almost anybody on a job that costed more than $10,000 was bound to be a problem one way or another. but he had a whole company to back him up, and usually a middle man that meant he never had to directly interact with them. savannah was dealing with the pressure almost entirely own. her desperation on the phone suddenly made sense. “asshole,” he grumbled under his breath, undoing the clasp of his watch so he could toss it aside. 

once her rant had come to an end, he finally broke his gaze from the back of her head. letting out a deep breath, jackson surveyed the room, his hands resting against his hips. “i hate to be the bearer of bad news, baby, but your investor’s going to have to suck one. we can maybe get the cabinets refigured, but i don’t know…” trailing off, he reached his hand up to comb it back through his hair. “changing the whole thing is a huge project. even with two of us i don’t think it’s even doable.” 

“you think i don’t know that?” savannah snapped, whirling on him with wild, angry eyes. her flames extinguished almost immediately when she actually looked at him and a sigh slipped from her lips. “sorry,” she muttered, hating that she was even apologizing. this was their thing. they were mean to each other and sniped at one another but she knew her words carried more venom than before. it had lost the playful, almost flirtatious edge and were just straight mean. she didn’t want that. not when underneath it all she did consider him a friend. rubbing at her forehead, savannah shook her head. “sorry sweetheart, i know this is one helluva mountain,” she laughed bitterly. looking up at him again, she gave him a wry, half-smile. most of her fight was gone. “normally i would tell him to fuck off but i still have most of the rest of the house to fund and he’s threatened to pull that funding. maybe i could find another investor but i really don’t think so, not this late in the game. and his pockets are deep. never mind the sheer weight of his name.” she snorted and moved over to the shell of the cabinets. “it’s a big ask, jacks,” she murmured, fingering the raw wood for a moment. “if you want to go, i wouldn’t hold it against you.” fuck, but she hated being any kind of vulnerable around anyone. especially him.

[savwhitmore]

jackscnrhcdes​:

    hearing her voice sound from the other room, jackson followed it- though paused at the doorway as she came out to meet him. tinkering with the strap of the bag he’d tossed over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but greet her sneer with a cocky grin of his own. he couldn’t help it. jackson was a sucker for the clever banter, egging her into bickering with him as often as he could. as he got more comfortable, he only got bolder. cocking his head to the side, he resisted the urge to laugh. 

he dropped the act momentarily however as he brushed past savannah to enter into the half-built kitchen. bright eyes scanned the half-finished room, making note of what he saw that immediately needed to be done. he could see why she had been desperate for help. it was, admittedly, a mess, and jackson could tell without looking closely that it was probably going to be a long night for both of them. discarding his tools on the ground beside him, he pushed up the sleeves of his tattered old hoodie and glanced towards savannah. this time, his expression was somewhat neutral- serious. “so what is it that this asshole changed on you last minute?” 

savannah watched him take in the kitchen, hoping to glean something from it while he assessed the damage. brushing some hair from her face, she shrugged and barked out a soft, bitter laugh. “everything?” she replied, laughing again, completely incredulous. “this guy is everything i hate about certain investors. it was supposed to be a silent investor. you know, the best kind? like fuck, my reputation should speak for itself.” savannah huffed out a snort. “apparently not with this guy.” walking further into the kitchen, she gestured to the bare bones of cabinetry. “he wants these cabinets moved. the island? gone. instead he thinks the counters should extend out in an L formation and create an extended breakfast bar.” she shook her head, tears of frustration forming in the corners of her eyes. sucking in a deep breath, she pushed back her anger and continued through the kitchen. “the built-ins up top? wrong wood. herringbone pattern for the tile? forget it! and the color scheme? don’t even get me started! the only thing this guy likes about this kitchen is... nothing. he’s even suggesting we knock down the wall and widen the room!” turning away from him, she blew out a breath. the very last thing she wanted was to break down. especially not in front of him.

[ginnyandgeorgiaa]

Brianne Howey

[savwhitmore]

jackscnrhcdes​:

     jackson bit back his laugh at her snide retaliation, falling into smug silence as she scolded him. it was all in good fun. pushing sav’s buttons was all too easy; and she never hesitated to bite back, either. their back and fourth bickering had become like a game, and he got increasingly more bold as time went on. sure enough, she made demands without waiting for a reply, and soon enough he was listening to the dial tone on the other end. huffing out a laugh, he dropped his phone from his ear so he could check for the address. 

he took his sweet time to find the house she was gutting, purposefully going past her 10 minute time limit and sailing closer to 20. he did eventually make it, though, ducking out of his shitty pickup truck and dragging his tools from the truck bed so he could take them inside. he didn’t bother knocking- sav had invited him, after all- and instead waltzed inside. “hello? i have a date with a very pretty, very cruel blonde woman? goes by the name of savannah?” he hollered into the house, his voice full of arrogance, “she invited me here.” 

savannah checked the clock after hanging up more often than she liked to admit. she missed the days of their early friendship when she just didn’t care that much. when it wouldn’t matter than he was nearly twenty minutes late because she wasn’t watching the clock waiting for him. she told herself it was purely because she needed the kitchen done on deadline. but savannah told herself a lot of things and she was scarily good at lying to herself. standing up from where she had been kneeling to get at the bottom cupboard, savannah barked a laugh at jackson’s words. “oh, baby, you wish this was a date,” she sneered as she moved to meet him, studiously ignoring the way her stomach slightly fluttered. “by the time we’re done tonight you’re going to be bone exhausted and definitely wishing you’ll never see me again.”

[savwhitmore]

jackscnrhcdes​:

      jackson didn’t even bother to glance up from the book he was reading to check who it was when he picked up the phone buzzing on the people beside him. people rarely called him, let alone this late. he was assuming a telemarketer, or his boss. he certainly was not expecting a familiar, frustrated tone: one belonging to a particular hotheaded blonde that he still only barely knew. the book was immediately forgotten. his eyes flickered towards the clock, making note of the time before he chose to respond. “you hate me, you need me,” he sighed theatrically, “damn, blondie, you’re really giving me mixed messages.” arrogance probably wasn’t the appropriate choice of attitude in the situation, given that the way she’d answered the phone, with no greeting, had sounded somewhat desperate. but damn it, sometimes she just made it so easy.

he was already moving to climb to his feet when she pitched her favour, balancing the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he poured the beer he’d opened hours ago and forgotten about down the drain. “sorry, sorry, all i’m hearing is that you, savannah, need my help. at 9 o’clock at night. this feels like the start of a dream. am i dreaming?” he was being cocky, but he wouldn’t have had a second thought on helping her. jackson knew the drama of having a tight deadline and no leeway; and he had a whole team to help him. as far as he was aware, savannah did most of her work herself. “if you text me the address, i guess i could stop by. you know i can’t say no to a pretty face.” 

savannah sputtered, completely caught off guard by the smirk she heard in jackson’s voice. god. she knew that she was playing with fire, she always was when it was him, but did he have to be so--. shaking her head, she blew out a breath and rolled her shoulders. “just so you’re aware, sweetheart, i am ignoring all your arrogance and bullshit for the simple fact of i need this kitchen built. you can have your fun now but i think we both know i always have the last laugh.” she laughed, punctuating the statement as she internally seethed. he always seemed to get under her skin when he was right. but that was her secret to have. “be here in ten. i’m texting you.” savannah didn’t wait for a reply before hanging up, already opening his message to send over the address.

[some-celebrity-stuffs]

Brianne Howey

[savwhitmore]

open to: anyone! location: the entrance to a prominent and busy dog park

all day savannah had been fielding calls from her investors. it was supposed to be her day off. the one day a week she allowed herself to do whatever she wanted for her. it was supposed to be a self-care day, something relaxing. but she’d been interrupted at morning yoga. at her pedicure appointment. at the mall in the middle of trying on a new bra. at the new restaurant she’d been dying to try. and now, as she was entering the dog park with roscoe. she declined the call six times before she finally answered, her dog sitting sweetly and patiently by her ankles while she fumbled with the phone and held it to her ear. “what?” she snapped, unable to control her rage any longer. “this is the hundredth call today, matthew. i told you that the kitchen would be done on schedule. i told you that we were moving ahead with your fifth change to the design. i have indulged you at every turn,” she seethed, her voice raising with every word. “i have broken my back and twisted myself out of shape to do everything to your liking. well bud, if you wanted to dictate how the house you invested in was going to be done you should have taken up a career as a designer and you should have damn well disclosed it when we signed the contract. you know why i always look for the kinds of investors that i do? the kind you were supposed to be? because the beauty of a silent investor is that they are SILENT.” breathy and seething, savannah hung up the phone and turned it off before angrily shoving it in her pocket. “holy shit,” she murmured as she bent down next to roscoe, the reality of what she’d just done already setting in.

[mallowsweet]

“Insomnia.”

[barbiekens]

[savwhitmore]

the kitchen was half built, a light layer of sawdust covering every surface. savannah stood in the middle on the subfloor, one hand in her hair, the other holding a phone to her ear. she nodded as the person on the other end spoke and bit back a sigh. “yeah, absolutely. no problem,” she replied before clicking off. she wanted to scream as her hands fell to her sides. again, the plan had changed. again, she had no say in it. she was getting tired of having to answer to investors who thought they knew best. blowing out a breath, she rolled her shoulders and started thumbing through her phone again. hovering over the contact, she sighed. tears of frustration formed in her eyes. before she could talk herself out of it, savannah pressed call. waiting for an answer was agony until--finally. “i need you,” she greeted, her voice more broken than she’d intended. she was never vulnerable. especially not with him. clearing her throat, savannah shook her head. “i mean, i need help. can you come by the project i’m working on? i know it’s late but my investor changed the plan again and my deadline, of course, has not changed. i’ll owe you--big time. please?” ( @jackscnrhcdes​ )

[raspberry-panda]

[savwhitmore]

jackscnrhcdes​:

JACKSON: ooh, so cruel JACKSON: i know you think about me :) JACKSON: i never said i wasn’t planning on calling. i just haven’t had time. this job is killing me. everything that could go wrong is. 

SAVANNAH: what’s wrong? SAVANNAH: do i need to sweep in and save the day?

[savwhitmore]

jackscnrhcdes​:

JACKSON: hello to you too savannah. it’s wonderful to hear from you. JACKSON: maybe. JACKSON: why, are you jealous? :)

SAVANNAH: only in your dreams ;) SAVANNAH: but we already knew that didn’t we, sweetheart? SAVANNAH: for real though, it’s a shame you took her number if you didn’t plan on calling.

[savwhitmore]

TEXT › JACKSON

SAVANNAH: daily reminder that i hate you :) SAVANNAH: also did you call that waitress, i went back to adelitas today and she asked about you ( @jackscnrhcdes )

[simoneashley]

BRIANNE HOWEY as Georgia Miller in Ginny and Georgia (2021)

[savwhitmore]

jackscnrhcdes​:

savannah responded with a mix of her own amusement and cockiness, and jackson pressed his lips together to hide his grin. of course, her playful rejection didn’t hurt his ego that badly. the whole thing was nothing more than jackson pushing buttons, right? running his tongue along his lower lip, he held one hand up in surrender, “okay, okay! you wound me,” he joked, his free hand coming to rest against his chest. his face fell into a mocking pout, though it only lasted for a moment before he was once again chuckling, “relax, blondie, there’s no need to bite. i’m kidding. you just seemed a little eager.” leaning into his elbow, he dropped the arrogant act for a moment so he could glance at the menu, “since you are the official promoter for this place, is there something you recommend?” 

eager? she almost squawked but managed to contain herself. there was no need for her to reveal her hand, even if she wanted to defend herself. shaking her head, she rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat. “this is why you don’t have friends,” she couldn’t help but tease before opening the menu. “literally everything is good here. and when i say everything, i mean everything. the queso, obviously. like i said, you’re simply going to cease to exist after that...” she hummed, looking over the options. “i’ll probably get the tamales... or the posole... or maybe chilaquiles.” laughing, she glanced up at jackson with a shrug. “what do you like?”

[owenjoyner]

GINNY & GEORGIA (2021-) ↳ Georgia Miller + Outfits: Part 1