easier said than done

Morgan Ryanne Hawkins, 26, Manager at Two Times the Pawn. "i'm burning and i'm blacking my lungs ; boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue" Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina.

[peachykeany]

if u think im cute send me money 

[morganshawk]

(iMessage): Morgan

MATIAS: You’re really frightening sometimes, you know that?

MATIAS: Even if you veto it, I’m probably gonna tell it anyway, so be warned.

MATIAS: My high school team had a legendary winning streak, over a hundred games, and I was a sophomore when it ended. So when we’re finally on the verge of another win, there’s a major scrum two yards from goal, me at the bottom holding onto the ball for dear life. We got the down, not the touchdown in that play, but we did end up winning the game. Anyway, you’d be surprised the damage cleats can do. I was very lucky I didn’t break anything.

MATIAS: I mean, translators can be faulty, sure, but if it helps people understand each other … ?

MATIAS: What did they say?

MORGAN: omg thanks gq. thats one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me.

MORGAN: stop the presses, mat was a football #legend. i guess u can tell your kids.

MORGAN: in that case, i have no issue with it.

MORGAN: my dad has started trying to see someone again, which is something i honestly never thought i'd see. i know mom is still 'playing the field' but she tried to front like she was seeing someone too.

[morganshawk]

hells 📱mo

HELENA: rip me honestly :(

HELENA: i want to its just

HELENA: i dont know if im ready to give this place up

HELENA: you dont like cacti?? im offended

MORGAN: aw rip you certainly seems to the big schmood

MORGAN: don't give me up either ok

MORGAN: plus my birthday is next month, you're not allowed to leave!!!

MORGAN: my skin is too pretty to be punctured, okay. by anything but my earrings.

MORGAN: what about your dr. manssss. you trying to run from him? that what this is about?

[morganshawk]

harrietfcx‌:

As an avid phone user, it wasn’t surprising to find Harriet glued to the device while waiting for her drink— a simple caramel macchiato with almond milk (for the sake of not being completely basic). She’d been getting her daily dose of world news when out of nowhere she was interrupted and of course, before looking ahead to see how it was that had bumped into her, she looked down at her jacket and the foam spot now on it. Glancing up, it was hard for Harriet not to settle her expression into a frown but miraculously she succeeded in the task. “I can see that.” Harriet noted, all while slipping her phone into the pocket of said jacket and wiping the little bit of foam on her. As if on cue, her own name was being called out. “Got a sweet tooth today?” Harriet couldn’t help the comment that slipped past her lips as she gathered her own drink and them glanced between the two drink choices, distinctly different. 

The woman was pretty, but seemed to be unhappy with Morgan’s spill. She couldn’t blame her - she got offended as hell when something got on her leather jackets. Heaven forbid it be one of her special ones, too. Sabrina was the only one who could get away with it without a scratch. Thankfully, it was easily brushed off when it came to the blonde woman. “Yeah. Mother Nature is doing her once a month MMA fight with my uterus, so it’s comfort food time. What about you?” Momo couldn’t smell the other drink, but she was sure it was coffee as well. Not wanting the battery on her headphones to die, she turns them off while she talks to the other woman.

[morganshawk]

hal-ferro‌:

— feat. @morganshawk

Walking into the pawn shop, he contemplated his decision for a final time. Maybe he wasn’t ready to move out and into his own apartment, albeit shared with Grayson. Maybe the new job he took on as Salem’s assistant wasn’t enough. Maybe he should’ve just stayed at the family house, brooding in his own sick thoughts and anger. Still, he was here now, no point wishing things had gone differently, although the present was unfavorable. Was he really about to pawn his mother’s locket from the 70s just so he could pay rent which, through no one’s fault but his own, he was late in paying? Well, it was either this or begging Grayson to cover his rent for the month or asking Salem for an advance, and he’d really rather not ruin someone’s friendship by abusing his privileges. Maybe this was the responsible thing to do.

With a strained effort, he greeted the girl behind the counter with a smile. “Uh, hi. I’m here to, uh…” He looked down at the small Ziploc bag in his hands that contained the locket, brought his eyes back up to the girl and stayed there, his brain seemingly buffering.

He was cute, for sure. Short curly hair, a jaw you could accidentally cut yourself on, and what she was sure was a creative soul behind his eyes. Whether or not Morgan saw an artist in his eyes, she certainly saw apprehension, but that wasn’t exactly unusual for a pawn shop. For all that some people didn’t have an  emotional connection to what they were giving away, the majority of them did. If you have an item that you’ve had for long enough that your only options are donation, thrift store, or pawn shop, there was probably a reason you kept it so long. Apprehension was familiar here. Propping her head up on her hand, Morgan smiled warmly at him. “To sell us something? Probably what’s in your hand?”

[morganshawk]

hells 📱mo

HELENA: you couldnt beat it. id be in arizona, duh.

HELENA: ugh im just sick of this fucking apartment and everything in it.

HELENA: you could come with me

MORGAN: if u think i wouldn't fly there just 2 do it, you are wrong

MORGAN: then move out

MORGAN: i've already lived in arizona. it's not for me long term, thanks.

[morganshawk]

hells 📱mo

Helena: what if i just sold all of my belongings and moved to arizona

Helena: i hear its warm there & i like cacti

Helena: would u judge me

MORGAN: i would beat your hot ass

MORGAN: don't leave me in north carolina without you

MORGAN: i'd die of boredom

[morganshawk]

basauveterre‌:

Morgan had a brilliant mind, and was a fascinating study. It might have been her looks that had drawn him in initially, but certainly it was her personality that had prompted him to want and eventually offer more. But her seeming aimlessness in life was ultimately what had kept him from wanting to invest even more into her. While it was clear to most that romance was a factor in everyone’s life, Basileios had always been one of the most careful, most controlled with his emotions. Making him lose himself was no easy feat, especially where emotions were involved. He did not ever forget himself or lose his collected poise and good deportment. At least until Viviana, of course. “And you’d always been a very good distraction if I remember correctly.” Admittedly, though he’d continued to give her money, in the past year he’d spent less and less time with her, intimacy fizzling out from its frequency. But, in a time like this where his libido seemed to be going haywire and no word yet had been heard from Viviana (deep down he knew no decision could be made for a while yet), perhaps it wasn’t all too wrong for him to seek company. Morgan, of course, displayed easily with her shift in body language that she was open to the suggestion. “In the case that your night would be open, I already booked a room upstairs. You know I like to be prepared.” With the hint of a smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth he chuckled, then, amusement marring with mischief in his eyes. “I do have to say that I’m almost disappointed you’re wearing pants tonight. As alluring as you look… It does make you a smidge less open than you think. Do you remember the last time we went out to dinner?”

A lot of people looked at Morgan as if she was two dimensional. They saw the fancy website, the specific taste, the vanity over her long dark hair and her many not so typical attributes. Not many wanted to know that she knew four languages, including ASL. Not many would expect that for a period of time she was actually a reporter, that she’d tried being a paralegal and a bartender and a world of secret stories. Although Baz had seen what she had to offer physically, her flexibility and kinks, he’d also seen a peek of her intelligent side, and that was why she thought he’d kept her around so long. She lacked what he fully needed a partner, she knew that, but that was never the intention or want for either of them. Morgan liked it just the way it was. His compliment, crisp in his accent and rich in his voice, makes her preen a little, a smile curving dark mauve lips. “You remembered right.” The mention of a room that was booked and waiting flipped one of Morgan’s inner switches, her body remembering what it meant. The slightest squeeze of her thighs belied what the news made her feel. “I wasn’t quite sure why you’d reached out. I assure it it’s much less disappointing from the back,” it did wonders for her already nice ass “though we can always get rid of it if you want to.” Memories of that time, his fingers between her legs and trembles that made it difficult to concentrate in the restaurant, made Morgan lick her lips ever so slightly. “I do...kind of. I’d always love a refresher.” She smiled at him, all coquette as she slips her jacket from her shoulders. “Whats the room service like here, I wonder?”

[morganshawk]

roksanakofi‌:

Roksana snorted and grinned at the comments the other woman made. Thinking all of the words over in her head a second time had a latent peal of giggles passing through her lips before sipping some more of her vodka tonic. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard tonight, thanks to me being blessed and cursed with a vivid imagination.” She circled an index finger near her temple and then relaxed her hand on the bar top, her other hand lifting her glass in a gratuitous mock toast as though to pass along ‘thanks’ for her alliterative comment. “Thanks. And that makes two of us, but c’mon, wouldn’t it get more of a reaction outta you if someone were to try ‘n use them as an insult?” Her words were just slightly slurred, not quite in the sloppy drunk way–she was still coherent–but just enough of another sign that she was, indeed inebriated.

“You’re welcome!” Morgan grins, completely unapologetic about the potentially scarring mental picture she’d given her fellow barsitter. Feeling hot, she collects her long hair into a loose bun, a silky low cut v neck shirt on her top and tight jeans on her butt. A mock toast it might’ve been, but the dark haired girl returns it anyway, taking another sip. Her buzz hadn’t quite kicked in yet, but the night was early, so she wasn’t quite on the same level as the other woman. Hearing that she also appreciated titties did arouse Morgan’s interest, but she wasn’t quite sure. On one hand, liking titties would be a pretty good indication that the other woman was queer as well but...with women, sometimes it was harder to tell. “It would be amusing under the right circumstances for sure. I’m Mo, by the way.”

[morganshawk]

balescio‌:

“I swear, teasing them is more than half the fun. They can look all they want at that photo but it’s torture to not be able to touch or taste. Did I tell you about this girl I met in DC though on one of my business trips? I thought my heart stopped seeing her in lingerie.” While Bianca sat back and reminisced, she idly watched her friend admire herself in the mirror, no longer phased by the sight of the woman scantily clad in bits of lace. At the mention of her changing into the red one though, the smirk on Morgan’s lips was mirrored on her own mouth. “Red makes you look amazing,” She agreed. “Do it. Do you need me to go grab the garter belt for you or did you already have it in your pile?”

Bianca was her naughty soulmate, and Momo hadn’t even known they’d existed before now. Didn’t know it was a thing you might be able to find in life until the first time Morgan had shown her what was in her shopping cart. Specifically, her lingerie online shopping cart. At any rate, it was awesome. “What? No you didn’t, you suck. Did you get her insta or anything?” After sending her message she takes a seat next to Bia, extremely comfortable in her lack of clothing. “Nope, already in my pile. That means I’m done for the day and it’s time for you to make your own final purchase decisions.”

[morganshawk]

kierashapiro‌:

at home goods ft. open

Being back in Wilmington for the foreseeable future, with no end date in mind, meant that Kiera needed a more permanent living situation, albeit a place she could also leave empty for weeks at a time if she were to suddenly go out on assignment. That was why she decided to transform her brother’s spare bedroom into her own bedroom (after hours of begging him for permission, of course). Now that it was just Freddie living there, there was plenty of space for the two of them, and considering their closeness, she didn’t think it would be all that weird to live with her brother, even at the age of 31. That was how she found herself at Home Goods, her eyes scanning the aisles of decorative wall art, paintings, and sculptured pieces, indecisiveness working against her when it came to picking out the perfect accent items. 

Home Goods wasn’t a place that Morgan found herself at very often, but it was closer than Target was and she needed a few new pairs of sheets. She’d just gotten a new mattress, you see, and that deserved something fresh for her to lay her head down. Or to lay someone else on, depending on how her evenings went. Two french braids were what her long black hair was pulled into, a comfy grey crop hoodie going with her black yoga pants, earbuds playing an Aaliyah and Nas classic, unwilling to ask someone who worked there for help. Checking one of the aisles, she caught sight of a gorgeous woman - one who’d gone into the pawn shop weeks ago. “Kiera?” She asked, pulling out a bud.

[morganshawk]

mcrtin-porter‌:

Martin tended to be oblivious to those sorts of things, but he had the sneaking suspicion he was being flirted with. Maybe the girl was just really friendly? He wasn’t going to make things more awkward by making assumptions, or opening his mouth and saying something stupid like ‘Please don’t hit on me, I’m trying to make a good impression to the mother of my child.’ “I, yeah, that would be great,” he nodded. “Thanks.” 

Aw, he was flustered. A good boy to his heart. Morgan took pity on his wide, somewhat accosted looking blue eyes and released the hair from her finger, standing all the way up so she could get from behind the counter. Motioning to Peter, she lifts up the glass partition and ducks under it, heading to the back left of the store where an open doorway held the room with their larger items. “Just so you know, we have a two week return policy. Nothing is quite separated in here, so I’d advise you to walk around a bit and take your time.”

[morganshawk]

(iMessage): Morgan

MATIAS: Honestly, I think they were more a little afraid my hot doctor girlfriend was gonna kill me for ending up in the hospital in the first place.

MATIAS: I don’t think my kids are ever gonna see this scar. It’s okay, I’ve got one on my arm from football that’s a much better story already.

MATIAS: Honestamente no sé qué decir a eso.

MATIAS: On principle?

MORGAN: i bet. a pissed off woman is nothing to mess with. especially one that can kill you and make it look like natural causes.

MORGAN: hit me with it so i know if i have to veto this story for your poor future kids

MORGAN: absolutely. though if it's a language i have no experience in, i cave sometimes.

MORGAN: my parents called me up the other day

[watson-emma]

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[morganshawk]

loganmreed‌:

        It was the middle of the afternoon and Logan was already on his way to the closest bar. Walking down the street to calm himself down, he didn’t think anything could make him feel better after the phone call he just ended. His manager just let him know that he was on the waitlist for New York’s fashion week for next year. He was usually on the starting lineup, so he was more than upset at the moment. Picking up his eyes, he licked his lips when he landed on the nice, juicy ass before him. Letting his eyes linger on the woman for longer than planned, he couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle when her hips swayed more than before. She knew he was looking and he was all for it. When she finally noticed him, his mood changed quickly and his smirk never left his face. “You bet I do.” He said confidently before approaching her. “Where are you headed right now?” He asked with a tilt of his head, now not wanting her to leave his sight.

At the turn of her hips, Morgan gets an eyeful of a very handsome man. Classically handsome, sparkling blue eyes and dark gold hair. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t remember the names of everyone she’d ever seen before. Especially in a town like Wilmington. Oh you do? She liked a man who knew what he liked. “Nowhere special. Just got off work. How about you?” She raises a brow at him, hips cocked out a little bit.

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[morganshawk]

(iMessage): Morgan

MATIAS: You’re just a little behind the times, I got out Tuesday. Good behavior.

MATIAS: (I kid, I healed up nicely.)

MATIAS: ¡Bien hecho! Estoy orgulloso de ti.

MATIAS: Especially if you don’t use a translator app on that.

MORGAN: i'm sure you did. bet all the nurses were super bummed your heart and dick is locked down by their blonde coworker.

MORGAN: (yeet. hope you got a sick scar. tell your kids one day it came from a wolf)

MORGAN: dico ancora che l'italiano è più facile. ma grazie!

MORGAN: i shun translator apps.