#ashmortensen

[jiarossi]

( sms → Ash 🧸): so there’s this guy who’s been around for the last couple of hours. and now it’s time for me to lock up and i was gonna go to my car but he’s still there in the parking lot ( sms → Ash 🧸): so i need you professional opinion: am i being paranoid? ( sms → Ash 🧸): i’m being paranoid right, i should just go

[noahxmonroe]

@ashmortensen location: walker ranch

“You got some pull at the station, right?” Noah says by way of greeting as Ash climbs out of his vehicle, one of the ranch dogs trotting up to investigate, sniffing at the man’s shoes before he looks at him expectantly for some affection. “Someone cut one of the fences and one of the mares wandered off. Something must have spooked her cause she took off runnin’ and hurt one of her legs in a damn gopher hole. Now the local boys are dragging ass, saying it was probably just some stupid kids. Think they’re still sore at me about the Thanksgiving incident. I know it’s not really your jurisdiction, but that was one of our best riding horses. It’s gonna cost us money not having her.”

[nadiamorgan]

location — deja brew

character — @ashmortensen

"I always thought it was just a rumor that  cops like donuts and coffee, but I guess now I know that it’s true,” she hummed teasingly as she waited for her order to be placed on the pickup counter. She’d never met the man before, but the badge peaking out beneath his jacket was enough of a giveaway for her to make the joke. “I’m sorry, you’ve probably heard that a hundred times now, right? I’m a little bit more creative after I’ve had my coffee, which, is taking forever to make. I guess that’s what I get for telling them to surprise me with something good. Did you keep it simple or go for one of their holiday specials?”

[jiarossi]

@ashmortensen​ location: friendsgiving feast

“Are you sure I look alright?” It’s not the first, or even the second, time she’s asked him, tugging self consciously on the hem of her dress before she blows out an exasperated breath, berating herself for letting her anxiety get the best of her. What did it matter if she ran into...whoever at the dinner? She was arriving with Ash and she would leave with him, too. Whatever happened in between was just gravy. He was doing her favor by being her buffer and she was sure that he was regretting it by now with how she was stressing out. Taking his arm so she wouldn’t trip on the path in her heels, she bumps her forehead into his shoulder affectionately before smiling up at him. “I’m sorry. Don’t answer that. It’s fine.” And it really was. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, she was just here to have fun with her friends. “I really appreciate you coming with me, you know? I owe you one. I know you probably had ladies lining up to be on your arm,” she teases. “I feel so special.”