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billiejeaned·:

“ SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS ! ” billie exclaimed with a laugh the moment they entered the clinic, visibly shivering and undoubtedly high on adrenaline. “ i’m so sorry, doctor, i’m soaking your floors, ” she said while adding a little southern drawl to her words as she took in her surroundings. “ so first thing’s first — you should know that dying of pneumonia isn’t exactly part of my bucket list, because that’d be like, the eight lamest way to go. ” without any sort of warning, billie immediately went to remove her drenched top, leaving only a thin white camisole that left little to the imagination to cover her. with how quickly billie moved, there wasn’t much time for anyone in that situation with her to process her actions. “ do you mind ? ” she teased as she raised her brows, her thumbs slightly hooked on the belt loops of her shorts.

Chase threw off his jacket on one of the many chairs in the waiting room of the vetinary clinic, only to turn around and find that Billie had removed her shirt. The camisole left very little to the imagination, and he found that his soaked pants grew a little tighter at the sight of her with much less clothing than he had expected. “No mind,” he said, his voice a little huskier than before. Dozer nudged his wet pant leg, and he looked down at him, nodding his head. “You want a treat.” He went to the secretary’s desk and pulled out a treat from a dish that sat on the edge of the counter. He handed it to Dozer, who ate it all in one go. “I can go get us towels, if you’d like. They’re in the back. Though, I’m more than open to options on what else might warm us up.” He licked his lips, his eyes landing on Billie again.

#billie;#convo;

billiejeaned·:

Growing up in Arizona meant Billie never developed an affinity for cold weather. What she’s used to are mild winters and scorching hot summers; however, being Billie means things don’t always never go the way you want them to, so if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s sucking it up. “Yep, that’s me — the genius girl who knows how to work a car lock,” Billie follows his gaze to the dog playing in puddles nearby. “Thank you for this, by the way. I really appreciate it.” The slightest shift in their movements remind her of just how close they actually are. She’s never been the type to be shy about getting cozy, but this just wasn’t the time or place. “So what’s the plan, handsome? Think this umbrella could handle us or would you rather we make a run for it? You’re not against a little adventure now, are you?”

Chase raised an eyebrow curiously, an amused smile on his face as he took in the strange girl’s features. If only she knew. He would never pass up a little adventure, especially if beautiful women were involved. “Adventure might just be my middle name,” he teased, his voice just loud enough for her to hear over the sound of the rain pounding against the pavement around them. “Count of three. Two buildings down.” He knew that Dozer would follow. “One, two, three!” Chase moved quickly, umbrella down against his body as he raced toward the clinic’s door, hand already reaching into his pocket to grab his keys.

#billie;#convo;

billiejeaned·:

“A hand, a screwdriver, a long rod, actual working brain cells…” Billie lists as she peeks in her car, the key in her ignition taunting her lack of better judgement. “Yep, it’s definitely in there,” she adds before noticing that the rain had stopped falling on her. Looking up, she notices the umbrella and the man now standing beside her, favoring her shelter over his. “Wait, shit, no, now you’re getting wet!” Billie takes a quick step next to him and softly pushes his hand back closer to his body so they’d both fit with her staying about an inch away, careful not to get his clothes soaked too. “Hi,” she greets softly as she looks up at him, taking a good first look at his face. She was still soaked, and it was still cold, but his presence proved to be a strong enough distraction. “Are we filming a rom-com right now? Are there hidden cameras and I just can’t see ‘em?”

Chase couldn’t help the amused smile that fell to his lips as she pushed herself closer to him, both now fitting under the umbrella as Dozer walked around, sniffing the wet ground in their surrounding area. “A rom-com?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned, looking around as if to see if he could see the cameras. “No, I don’t think so. I’m just trying to be helpful.” He turned himself back to her, looking down at her small, soaked figure. Realizing that she was probably freezing, he looked at her car, then back to her. “You locked yourself out of your car?” he inquired, and gestured behind. “I have a veterinary clinic a few buildings down. I was just giving this guy a walk.” He gestured to Dozer. “If you’d like, we can do there, get you dried off, and call you a locksmith.”

#billile;#convo;#he's a sweet baby angel

Chase’s day had been so busy, he didn’t think he had a chance to truly breathe until the point where he locked the clinic’s door, having been the last one there. He planned now to go to the gym, work out the tension he had formed in his back and shoulders through the day. Just as he turned from the door, gym bag strewn over his shoulder, he jumped back as to not run into someone walking by. He cursed quietly under his breath, then laughed. “Sorry. I didn’t see you before I turned. Must look both ways before turning around, I guess.”

#londonhq:starter #starter;#i hate all my starters

billiejeaned·:

If you ask anyone who knew Billie back in Phoenix to describe her in three words, the word ‘impulsive’ would surely be in there. Most people would think twice before stopping for what looks like a fallen squirrel’s nest especially when the London sky’s getting dark. The light drizzle has effectively turned into rain as Billie hurries back to her car, mentally berating herself for choosing to leave her umbrella instead of taking it out with her. As she reaches for her pocket, it dawns on her that her keys are still in the ignition, and that she’s now locked out of her car in the pouring rain. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Chase hadn’t let a little rain stop him from walking his dog, a black-haired flat-coasted retriever who happened to love the rain. While Dozer pranced around in the puddles, Chase stood safely under his umbrella, watching his dog with amusement. It was only when he heard the foulmouthed woman that his attention was pulled away from his pet. Squinting his eyes, he walked up to her, Dozer moving forward to sniff at the woman’s leg, which was just as wet as the dog was. “Are you okay, miss?” he asked, smiling, extending his umbrella out so it covered her and barely covered him, allowing rain to slick down his back, “Need a hand?”

#billie;#convo;

jensinlondon·:

When Jensen saw the dog, he couldn’t help but kneel over and hold out his hand. He inched closer. Without the permission of the owner, Jensen put his hand on the boy’s head. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn’t care. The second he saw the dog, he wanted to touch it. “It’s completely fine.” He looked up and smiled at the other. “As long as you don’t mind that I pet him.”

Chase waved his hand, smiling down at the other man as he crossed his arms over his chest. “He’s quite fond of attention. Sometimes I doubt that I can give him enough to satisfy him,” Chase laughed, eyeing his dog adoringly. “His name is Dozer.”

#jensen;#convo;

pvnctum·:

“HEY, hey –– yeah, you –– I’ll give you twenty pounds if you go over and punch out that douchebag wearing the red tie.”

“Ah, well,” Chase turned to the other guy, taking him in for a moment before turning back to the woman who held money right in his face. “I don’t think twenty pounds would be worth it. Sorry, love.”

#monica;#convo;

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss. (Chaselotte)

Hands moving to hold her waist gently, Chase smirked knowingly as he watched his girl straddle his waist. While his body was relaxed against the couch, Chase’s head leaned forward, meeting Charlotte’s mouth halfway. It was easy, so easy, to be with her. He wondered if she thought the same about him.

”I don’t know what you’re trying to get away with,” he teased, his mouth moving away from hers, finding her jawline instead. He pressed soft kisses down her neck. When he spoke again, his words danced over her pulse. “But if you continue whatever it is you’re doing, I think you’ll get away with it,” he laughed.

Just as he moved back up to kiss her again, his body jolted awake. A dream. That’s all that it had been. Charlotte could have gotten away with murder where Chase was concerned. He thought of her as the epitome of perfection, the reason the sun rose; to him, he was sure she put the stars in the night sky. But that didn’t matter anymore. Not now. Did it ever?

#charlotte;#answered;

elegantxsavageryx·:

Charlotte shouldn’t have gawked at some shirtless man walking down the street in London, but he seemed…almost familiar. She didn’t want to gawk, but she couldn’t stop. That, and the fact it was cold. He was bruised up like Rocky Balboa and shirtless. It wasn’t until he spoke that she recognized him.

Chase Bisbee.

For a brief moment, she was eighteen again. Angry at the world,, angry at God, working stupid hours in a diner that paid her little. The only good thing in that time was Chase, the summer romance that had made her feel alive.

“Chase?” she said in surprise, her eyebrows raised. “Oh, my God, are you alright? Who did this to you?”

Chase had forgotten about his appearance for the brief moment where the shock of seeing Charlotte took over, but it came back suddenly, and he schooled his face into a mask of nonchalance. He had grown accustomed to the looks, the questions. The fighting had made him quite the liar.

“First time seeing me in years and you’re freaked out by my appearance. Can’t say that that’s good on the self esteem,” he joked, smiling softly down at Charlotte, who was a good few inches shorter than he was.

His gaze raked over her body, taking her in for the first time in ages, and he was suddenly struck with the familiarity that he felt with her standing in front of him. He suddenly felt as though he had come out of the water after being kept under for so long. “How are you? Why are you in London? How long have you been here?” It wasn’t that long ago that Chase was invading Charlotte’s city of Atlanta.

#charlotte;#convo;

musingisms

“We were always on the same page but our love was only meant to be a short story.”

— theformerlatter

#quotes;#about;#inspo;

Mornings after fights always sucked. Chase’s body was bruised and sore, his head always in need of clearing. It was why he forced himself to go running each time. It got his blood pumping and it helped the healing process along. Though, he wasn’t sure that running was going to help the bruise on his jaw. The tension he felt under his skin could have been worse. It was a good thing it wasn’t his first fight.

He had found a good stride when he glanced up from the ground, his feet coming to a halt. He blinked slightly, thinking that it could be a mirage. A day dream. He had certainly had plenty of them. Suddenly, he wished he had worn a shirt. He felt exposed as he swallowed tightly, unsure why his feet felt the need to bring him forward. “Charlotte?” he croaked out, running a hand through his hair as he let out a breath. “Please tell me that my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me,” he laughed forcefully.

@elegantxsavageryx

#charlotte;#convo;#londonhq:closed

elegantxsavageryx·:

Joseph didn’t often spend time outside his apartment on his days off, but today was too clear and beautiful to spend inside. He sat on a bench in a park to people-watch, Roger romping around on the grass. Being so busy wasn’t fair to a dog, especially a high-strung animal like a Dalmatian, but Roger didn’t seem to mind. When someone walked by, Joseph looked up from his phone to see Roger barreling towards someone.

“I’m sorry, he’s friendly!” he said once he nearly tackled his wayward dog and clipped his leash back on. “He couldn’t hurt anybody, he just gets excited.”

Chase glanced down just in time to see the dog jump up to greet him, his hands reaching out to stop him just as his owner caught up and grabbed him instead. Turning his eyes to the voice, Chase grinned, shaking his head as he rubbed against the Dalmatian’s head, getting a tongue-lagging, happy expression in response.

“No worries,” he chuckled, looking up for a second before crouching down to the dog’s level. “He probably smells the others at the clinic. The scent is rather strong.”

#joseph;#convo;

[ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g i’m punching you so hard the next time i see you. ( Lucas )

[text to Lucas - 2:34 PM]: Well, yeah, dipshit. We’re training.

[text to Lucas - 2:34 PM]: Wouldn’t want you getting any softer than you already are 😉

#lucas;#text; answered;

Chase had been running for a while, alongside his dog, Dozer. They had both stopped to drink, taking a rest. He chose to sit on a bench in the park, his sweatshirt opened to reveal the top of his toned chest, while he watched Dozer sniff about.

The dog tugged on the leash, rushing toward someone, and it wasn’t until the dog was right against the stranger’s side that he got up to apologize. “Sorry,” he chuckled, moving to grab the dog’s collar. “He’s super friendly. But, sometimes, it gets him into trouble.”

#londonhq:starter #starter;

[text] You spent the entire night trying to get me to make out with you [Charlotte]

[text to Char - 11:38 AM]: you used to find my persistence attractive, remember?

[text to Char - 11:39 AM]: i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable. it’s not an excuse, but i was shitfaced. not that i wouldn’t not have made out with you if you said yes

#charlotte;#text;#answered;

dsherwooddaily

#chase;#is a VET so here's pics #pictures;

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