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@eastononfire
cologne: why did you last visit your grandparents?
“The last time I visited them I was 17 years old. It was before my Paw Paw died. It was his 75th birthday. We had this amazing party for him It really was the biggest deal. My Gran lived with us after that. So I guess I saw her all the time.” Easton smiled fondly thinking if the memory.
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[text] I’m a grown woman and just cried because we ran out of Cheetos. I have PMS. Bring Cheetos to my place, or die.
Text: Cheetos? ew. But....no. Doritos Ill bring you Doritos
[text] I’m bringing home frosties. I need to talk about butt stuff.
Text: Make sure I get a chocolate one. I have vodka to put in it before we talk.
Honesty Hour and Meme
Meme1 Meme2
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💌 Easton
Samantha: WHAT
Samantha: ARE YOU GUYS LIKE ?? TOGETHER???????
Samantha: LIKE BOYFRIEND GIRLFRIEND?
Samantha: WHAT WHEN HOW
Easton: Well yes. We are Together.
Easton: yes is guess that too.
Easton: Just know we figured it out and I’m happy. Really happy.
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dahlia instantly felt like an idiot the second that she realized what she had done. she was biting down on her lip as she stood up straight. her joints popping as she stretched a bit,” i’m, uh, just fine.” she was going to pull out the order pad, her eye brows arching up when she heard what he wanted,” you don’t want an actual drink?” she was going to scribble down the coke before clearing her throat,” and what did you want to eat? the kitchen does close soon so you might want to hurry up and decide.”
Easton couldn’t help but go into EMT mode and watch her for a second to make sure he was truly ok. “I would love a real drink, but I am on the clock.” He said as he sat the mandatory carry walkie talkie he had to have when he was away from the station while on duty. “I’ll take whatever won’t be too much trouble since they are about to close. The daily special will do.” He said. “Long day?” he asked her.
it had been a rough few nights for dahlia. maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t sleeping well or everything else running through her mind. that was why she thought that work would be a welcome distraction. even if she was feeling like she was dragging even with the help of some coffee. things had been slow from the start of her shift and she was starting to wish that she had texted one of her friends to come visit. her arms were resting on top of the bar and her head on top of them. honestly she had only meant to do it for a few minutes. her eyes had fluttered shut and she barely realized how many minutes passed by. at least till she heard knuckles rapping against the bar and her name being called. a small groan escaped from her before she was going to sit up a bit,” sorry, shit,” she mumbled,” what can i get for you?” @charmingstarter
Easton had happened in hoping for a quick bite to eat and a soda, he was on shift after all. He was glad to see it was quiet, although maybe it was a little too quiet as the person that seemed to be tending bar was, asleep or at the very least resting her eyes.He lightly tapped the bar, not wanting to startle her. “Well, I was hoping for a bite to eat and a coke. You ok?” He asked her concerned now that maybe something was wrong with her and that was why she was practically asleep on her feet.
💌 Easton
Samantha: Hey you
Samantha: I figured I'd check up on you to make sure you're still ALIVE.
Samantha: Where have you been? 😩😩
Easton: hey Sammy
Easton: Um well. You see
Easton: I’m dating Jordan
@eastononfire.
A date. The words sounded funny – foreign even. She’d been trying to wrap her head around it with little success: the overthinking having led her straight to anxiety’s den, completely ignoring the composure she originally sought. It – them, this – was a change of pace she felt unsure about. Part of her knew that this was the natural order of events after everything that had transpired between them, but there was another, more prominent part of her that still held on to her age-old fears, cradling them close to her chest. If he weren’t so important to her she may have been able to talk herself down – remind herself that though things were different, they weren’t that different – but the fact of the matter was that everything she felt for him only served to fan the flames of her panic. It was because she loved him that she wanted things to be perfect; and it was because she wanted things to be perfect that she felt such pressure, as if this wasn’t just another night spent with the one person who’s known her better than anyone – the one person that has ever seen her.
Jordan adjusted one of the straps to her dress. This was another foreign concept, too: the whole ‘getting dolled up’ thing. Since the shooting, Jordan hadn’t felt much of a need to impress anyone, especially not with the remnants of that night on display for everyone to see. Her bandage – the only thing stopping her from picking herself raw – wasn’t the nicest of accessories for such a look, but it’d have to do. Jordan smirked at the thought of it adding an edge to the otherwise picturesque work she’d done on herself: lightly smoked out liner with a hint of red blended over the apples of her cheeks and the center of her lips. She’d been in the middle of primping – yet again – when she heard a knock at the door. She was quick to gather her things and see him – not wanting to spend a single second more in her head, alone.
“Hi.” Immediately, her expression lit up. Their date hadn’t even started and already Jordan was beside herself, feeling like a tall child. Her eyes glossed over him shyly, as if lingering would cause her every thought to reveal itself all over her face – which, of course, they do anyhow. “You look nice.”
To say that things were insane, would be an understatement. The shooting had everything turned upside down. It took days for the dust to settle and the damage to start being assessed. But the one good thing that came out of it was that Jordan was finally his. He let go of all of her insecurities and holding her accountable, for now, and just told her how he felt. He put himself out there in a way he never thought he would. And it felt amazing.
Now that she was out of the hospital and on her way to recovery, he wanted to do things right. He wanted to take her out and show her off and give her an amazing night. He made sure to make reservations in town for them. He also had plans for after. He dressed in all black, the top button of his shirt undone his slacks and shirt pressed to perfection.He grabbed his black coat and was out the door. He had picked up some red and white triumph tulips on his way home for her, they were sitting on the passenger seat.
He made it to her door, knocking, instead of using his key, like a proper date. When she opened the door, his breathing hitched at the sight of her.”You look breathtaking.” He said as he handed over the flowers. ‘Hi.” he added as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. He led her out to the car opening her door for her before climbing in his side, He couldn;t help but stare at her for a moment once in the car. “You ready for this?” He asked her.
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Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
“Someone else, but the feeling’s probably not that mutual. I hog the sheets and I’m not even a little bit sorry about it.”
Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
“If I inflate his ego even a little bit more his head will literally explode.” Jordan’s eyes roll, but it’s all love. “He knows who he is, but I’ll try and be original here for once.” A beat passes: filled with careful consideration. There’s plenty of people in her life that she cherishes and that bring her joy, but the one that never ceases to make her smile? Her body warms at the thought, muscle memory taking hold of her. “Addie. Definitely Addie.”
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
“There’s some that I wouldn’t do again, but I try not to dwell on it.”
Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?
She can’t help the smile that blossoms on her lips. It’s innate: a natural response, really. Every inch of her life is drenched in varying levels of doubt, but not this part -- never this part. “He always means it.”
starring: @eastononfire and @adelitatorres.
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SMS-Jordan
Jordan: I do! You own prime real estate in every corner of my heart.
Jordan: 🙄🙄
Jordan: I'm not going to dignify that with a response after we were all cute for a second there thank youuu.
Easton: And you own all of mine.
Easton: I'm always cute.
Easton: Especially since you are amazingly cute when you are naked in my bed.
SMS-Jordan
Jordan: You love meeee.
Jordan: 🙄🙄
Jordan: Wow! Tease me again and I might just wear a turtleneck with the collar all the way up instead.
Easton: I do love you.
Easton: And you love me.
Easton: It'll still be on my floor by the end of the night. Suit yourself.
SMS-Jordan
Jordan: Yes really!
Jordan: Well if I can't ask.. does that mean I can pull my "we have no secrets" card? :)
Easton: -sigh-
Easton: It’s not a secret. It’s a surprise. You will know soon after I pick you up.
Easton: I mean if you don’t want to go. I could take someone else.
SMS-Jordan
Jordan: Hey, cornball.
Jordan: Oh? 👀
Jordan: Am I allowed to ask where we're going?
Easton: Cornball? Really?
Easton: Nope.
Easton: Its a secret.
SMS-Jordan
Easton: Hello Beautiful
Easton: I'll be picking you up for dinner tonight at 6pm.
Easton: Wear that red dress. ;)
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fmk anyone not in the mc/gang
“Easy. I’d fuck Natalia, marry Lena and kill Easton. Done.”
@nataliaballard @lenamartiinez @eastononfire
“Hahahahaha.”
kincaidpd:
Given the dogged fight that Jordan had put up — forever a terrible patient, she was — it was a miracle to see her resting, momentarily at peace. Her blood loss had only aggravated the panic that overcame her, and when it became apparent that Charming General couldn’t handle the sudden influx of patients, Jordan felt she had no other choice but to relent and take the damn pain medicine already. She’d had visitors throughout the night — some more welcome than others — but there was only one person that she’d been aching to see. Jordan knew that the world didn’t revolve around her, that the lives of the many outweighed the individual, but… she couldn’t help herself. Her heavy-lidded gaze would settle on the clock, waiting for the moment her door would swing open and reveal that which she longed to see.
She couldn’t remember falling asleep, but if she’d known her dreams would offer her no such solace, she may have just asked the nurse for a cup of coffee instead. Jordan jolted awake then — having found herself at the wrong end of an imaginary gun — and squinted beneath the lights she thought she’d dimmed. Her heart monitor beeped behind her as she surveyed herself and the room. In her groggy state, she almost didn’t catch him in her peripheral. Almost. “Oh, sh—” Jordan stilled, blinking rapidly, as if to shed the sleep from her eyes. Was he.. crying? He was. Immediately, she tried to sit up, but flinched after having accidentally put weight on the wrong arm. She settled for shifting her body towards his, despite her desire to do more and be closer.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, voice gentle. “It’s okay. We’re okay.” Just the sight of him was enough to make her own eyes water. She hated it: seeing him like this. His hurt was her own, but she couldn’t stomach the idea that the opposite was true for him, too. Jordan outstretched her hand then, beckoning him to take it. If she couldn’t get out of bed and into his arms, then she would just have to settle for this, too. “I missed you.” Her expression was riddled with concern, but there was a hint of joy in there that couldn’t be missed. She’d really, truly missed him. “I was waiting for you.”
Easton was exhausted, physically, mentally, emotionally, completely empty. It took everything that he had in him to keep himself working while Jordan was at the hospital. He wanted nothing more than to be there with her, make sure she was ok, make sure she had everything she needed to make her whole again. But he also knew he had to help the rest of the town. That was his job and he had to put it first. Luckily for him, he knew a few of the ER Nurses who kept him updated on her condition. Sure it wasn’t exactly legal for them to do that, but they knew him and they knew what she meant to him.
When he finally made it to her room, after things had calmed for him. He just sat next to her bed and watched her, his mind racing to all the possible outcomes, to the thought of losing her like he had his sister and he just broke. He heard her voice and lifted his head off the side of her bed and did his best to get himself under control. He wiped away the tears and took her hand, on the uninjured arm is his. “Hey. You gotta promise me. Not to do that again ok?” He told her, his voice just above a whisper, as he still tried to get his emotions under control.
He took in deep breath pulling her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I missed you too.” He told her, his emotions coming back under control for the moment, his head clearing. “I need you to know something. I need you to listen to me and hear me out and not interrupt me. I know that will be hard for you, but I need you to try.” He told as he took in a deep breath. “I love you Jordan. I love you in all the ways that you can love a person. I love the way you make me laugh. I love the way you frustrate me, I love the way you know exactly how I like my coffee and that you don’t make fun of my favorite TV Show.” He paused for a second. “I am in love with you. I am not going anywhere. You can push me away, you can try and sabotage this all you want, but I am here and I am not leaving you and I am not losing you. You are everything. You are the reason I get up in the morning.” He continued, tears falling down his cheeks again. “You are the reason I smile most of the day. You inspire me and you don’t even know it. I love you Jordan. I love you.” He told her wiping the tears away one more time before leaning in to kiss her forehead.
