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#billie: face

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#( the softest look im emotional ) #billie: face

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chase.

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.

BOYS ARE EASY, and billie knew how to play them like a fiddle ever since high school. from jocks to ceo’s and america to london, there proved to be no exception. a soft laugh escaped her lips at chase’s response, amused at how excited he already was. billie knows the drill — she can tease as much as she wants, but as long as her daddy’s in the picture, boys are still off-limits. “ other options ? ” she asked, keeping his gaze. “ you mean like hot chocolate ? ” the innocent question heavily contrasted the tight-lipped smile on her face and the soft arch of her eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself. “ towels would actually be perfect, but i do have a problem. ” she moved away from the table she was leaning against, and started to slowly approach him — her eyes locked onto his. “ i have no idea how to thank you properly, and do y’know why ? ” with the small distance between them, billie only needed to whisper to make herself heard. even in her drenched and shivering state, she could feel the heat off his body. she stayed there for a moment, enjoying the anticipation before she abruptly took a step back, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin. “ you still haven’t told me your name. ”

#p: chase

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alanna.

Another light laugh left Alanna’s lips, amused by the younger woman. “Well, you have quite the way with words.” She mused, tongue coming out to brush across her bottom lip as the other shot her a small eyeroll. Billie was certainly a character, there was no denying that, and Alanna was rather enjoying her company. She hadn’t planned on coming to this party - invited by another member of her squad - however, she wasn’t regretting it now. “You remember the first time you rode a bike?” She queried, brow raised. Honestly, Alanna couldn’t. She knew how to ride a bike, of course, but she certainly didn’t remember her first time on one. A hum left her as she tried to think of a good story to tell. “What about the time I rescued a forty year old man from a tree?”

“ OH, I REMEMBER EVERYTHING, ” billie teased as soft chuckles followed her statement, “ but it’s still your turn to tell a story; don’t think that just ‘cause you’re like really pretty, i’ll do whatever you want. ”  she stood up from the couch and walked towards the bar cart, the little smirk on her face ever-present around alanna.  “ there’s a totally different time and place for that, ” she added cheekily, her voice just loud enough to be heard. billie was midway looking at the drinks when she heard alanna’s suggestion and turned back to face her with a laugh. “ seriously, who are you — wonder woman ? ”  she grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of red from the cart and walked back towards her, “ i was gonna ask what you wanted, but there really wasn’t much to choose from anymore, ” she said as she filled their glasses and placed them on the table.  “ you don’t have to drink it though, if you don’t want to. ” billie flashed alanna a smile as she sat down beside her, abandoning her previous chair across the woman. “ anyway, you can’t just tease me about old-man-tree-saving and not tell me ! ”

#p: alanna

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♥ - Monica

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♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours ( monica )

“ FUCKING FORGET those little preppy assholes ! they wouldn’t know talent if it bit them right in the dick. ” billie says in a huff, closing the door behind them. the ‘ employees only ’ sign deliberately ignored. ever since she first met monica, billie has been coming to the lounge more frequently, either to mingle with the patrons or to just hang out and watch monica. “ yknow, i don’t even get why those kids are here if they’re just gonna talk shit and complain and whine and talk shit and whine, ” she picks up a small bag from the vanity and starts to retouch the other girl’s makeup. “ seriously though, mon, you’re freakin’ amazing, a’right ? ” billie leans back a bit to look at the older woman in the eyes. she knows that monica’s strong enough to handle a few drunk hecklers, but that still doesn’t mean it sits well with billie. “ i mean, if i had half your talent, literally no one could shut me up, ” billie says with the toothiest grin before giving monica a swift peck on the lips, careful not to ruin the lipstick she just reapplied. “ now c’mon, babe, lemme see that darling monica smile ! ” she sticks her tongue out and inches her face closer to monica’s. “ where is it, can’t see it, where is it, ” she continues to mumble, before eventually erupting in laughter.

#( wow this took so long im so sorry skjsjkskjs ) #meme: answered #meme: monica

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@aubrey-pierce ; closed starter

BILLIE JEAN NEVER GETS HOMESICK. from the age of fifteen, she learned that survival meant never staying in one place. taking on odd jobs in different parts of the city to flying across the states, homesickness just never became part of her vocabulary, so if someone were to ask billie why she frequents a coffee shop that’s an hour away from her apartment, she’ll say it’s because of their cold brew or the cute barista that always misspells her name. she won’t mention the wooden furniture and fixtures, the soft orange hues of the cafe, or the numerous succulents adorning each counter and table. any feeling of familiarity that reminds her of arizona is an absolute non-factor.

billie was on page twenty-six of the newest edition of glamour when she couldn’t help but notice the unusual breathing of the woman beside her. for a moment she considered asking if she was okay before she realized that the stranger was actually trying to catch another whiff of her scent.  “ now i’m normally not a fan of strangers invading my personal space, but the truth is pretty girls always get a free pass, ” billie teased without bothering to look up from the magazine, looking like she was talking to herself. “ and yes, that applies even when they tend to sniff my hair, ” she said as she shifted her body to face the stranger. “ but you have to let me know so i can reciprocate or else people will start looking at you funny. ”

#p: aubrey #( its 3am n idk what this is but lets roll w it ) #( also billie will literally flirt w anyone; it b like that )

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naomi.

“Well, s’pose I’m just more used to being called a complete nutter while I’m high in public, not beautiful.” She sent a goofy grin towards the other female. “Thanks though. You’re right, I’d hate to be a bad influence! Although I’m stoned out of my mind … but no parent is perfect, are they?” She leaned back and sat herself criss-cross applesauce beside the young woman and their new shared pet. It took her a moment to remember quite all the options that had been presented before she correctly settled on, “C. Definitely C. Maybe he likes meat too –– after all, you know, some turtles are omnivores.” She accepted the hand offered and hopped to her feet, wagging her finger and cooing at the turtle before turning her reddish eyes on her companion. “Lovely to make your acquaintance, Billie Jean. I’m Naomi. I’ve never named a turtle before so I’m a bit nervous, I’d hate to give him a shit name ‘cuz he’ll be stuck with it for like thirty years.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a second before her eyes lit up, as if she’d just had an ‘Aha!’ moment. “OOH, I got it –– Yoshi! Like the ‘lil green thing from Mario. I have no actual bloody fucking clue what animal he’s supposed to be, but I always thought he looked something like a turtle.”

A CREATURE OF HABIT is something one wouldn’t normally use to describe billie; however, when it comes to burger joints, exceptions can be made. whatever city she may be in, it’s been tradition to go on a quest in search of the best burger around. in london that meant a busy little diner half an hour away from her apartment. “ ok first of all, yoshi’s an amazing name and you’re a genius, ”  billie said as she placed two trays on the table and sat across naomi. “ also, luke—my friend, the diner owner's son, and a total animal guy—his shift just ended and he agreed to watch yoshi for me for the rest of the day, ” she added as she popped in a fry, completely ignoring the previously agreed upon plan.  “ i mean, i already ordered his tank a few minutes ago, but it won’t arrive for another six hours. he’ll be fine ! luke’s a great guy, i’ll pick yoshi up when we’re done hanging out and his house is ready. ” the past couple of days have been quite uneventful for billie — consisting mostly of makeup gigs, meeting her daddy, and nothing more. to say that she has been itching for an adventure would be a gross understatement. “ so what do you want to do on our first day off as parents ? ” 

#( billie cant make up her mind bc neither can i lmfa0 ) #( sorry this took so long dear lemme shower u in love ) #( also not the greatest bc my brain is mush bet lets roll w it ) #p: naomi

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She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn’t boring.

Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me The Waltz (via wordsnquotes)

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“ ONLY WHEN INSPIRATION STRIKES, ” billie replied teasingly with a wink. she raised her cup of coffee to her lips. with her eyes trained on alanna’s, each subtle eye roll she gave was in tune with the other woman’s teasing. “ absolutely anything you wanna tell me, i’ll take it, ”  she replied as she set her drink back on the table, wiping at a small water spot from where she previously left it. from experience, billie has learned it’s best not to ask around even when presented the opportunity. there’s a delicate balance between seeming uninterested and being intrusive, and it’s usually easily struck with some not-so-direct suggestions. “ it can be about the first time you rode a bike !  or about that time you had your favorite burger, your worst airplane experience, maybe even your best orgasm. i dunno, babe — you name it, ”  billie pumped up her brows and brought her feet up to the ottoman in front of her, hugging her to knees to her chest.  “ surprise me and maybe i’ll share one in return. ”

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“Maybe I do – but that doesn’t make it any less true.” She replied, accent dripping from her words. Hair shifted on her shoulders as her head tilted, a smile creeping its way into her lips. The comment hadn’t been meant as flattery, simply a kind compliment between women. After all, wasn’t that was feminism was all about, building each other up? While there was a blush to the Billie’s cheeks, there was a confidence in her voice that Alanna could appreciate. Maybe the other didn’t need to be built up any more - though Alanna didn’t regret her words. 

A hum left Alanna as the other woman leaned in, her head resting in her hand, holding her ground as the other held her gaze, admiring her eyes, the comments coming thick and strong. They made her grin spread, amused at the description Billie chose. “Are you always this poetic with your compliments?” The words were only gently teasing. “I feel like you’re putting me to shame.” Purposely or otherwise. “Story?” She echoed, sitting back a little. “Well, what exactly do you want to know?” 

#p: alanna #( are they at a cafe ? at someone's house ? honestly who knows maybe they're in mars )

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THREE DEEP BREATHS IS ALL IT TAKES, and then you’re good to go. that’s what billie tells herself whenever things go wrong. she never allows herself to wallow in self-pity or dwell on negative thoughts. in her world, time is money, and anything more than three breaths to get back on her feet is a luxury she cannot afford. she was on exhale number two when emily came swooping in. next thing she knows, it’s just the two of them — away from the music and the intrigued glares from the other patrons in the room. rarely will an argument between a young girl and a noticeably older man not look worrying. especially from an outsider’s perspective, it’s easy to see how concerning her situation looked, but what looks like danger to some is just another friday night for billie.

“ look, i know you probably think what you did back there was heroic or whatever, but you don’t know what you’re doing, ” there’s panic in her voice as she paces in front of the blonde. two months in, billie has kept her end of the bargain; no one in london knows about her arrangement. looking at emily, she remembers the first time they met — at a luxury cruise where she was with a different, significantly older man. it’s a thought that never really bothered her. she never used to care if people knew, but her circumstances now are different. after what emily just saw, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. “ i just had a long day and was taking it out on him. it wasn’t hi— he’s not a bad guy ! ” she tries reasoning out, choking on her own words unable to cope with her thoughts. “ i just— ” billie starts to feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she hangs her head and allows herself that last deep breath. she doesn’t know what she should or could say, not even sure if she wants to — afraid that any other attempt at talking would just send her over the edge, effectively ruining everything she has going for her. instead, she purses her lips and just looks at emily. she’s had her three breaths; now it’s time to move on.

#meme: answered #meme: emily

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sam.

Sam shrugged, not really wanting to leave the girl out there in the rain but it wasn’t like he often walked around with a set of tools in his back pocket. “I can drive us back out here when the rain slows down and see if I can pop open those locks for you.” He was no engineer, by any means but he knew a little about cars, maybe just enough to help the girl out. “My moms will be in so don’t worry - I’m not about to - you know.” He laughed nervously, hoping she didn’t think he was some sort of freak that invited women over to his place to take advantage of them. He hadn’t actually been with anyone other than Braden after his ex girlfriend. “Handsome Sam? Now that’s a new one –” Though it wasn’t far off from the other nicknames he had collected over the years. “I’m from San Diego, born and raised in sunny Cali. Was my accent that obvious?” he asked, turning to look down at her as they walked sheltered by his umbrella. “It’s probably a look. I get that a lot. What about you, where did you come from and why did you pick London of all places?”

“ KNOW WHAT ? ” billie asked with a close-lipped smile, feigning innocence. it didn’t last long as she let out a laugh and playfully nudged sam as they walked under the rain. “ would it be too cliché to say that london chose me ? ” considering that it was her daddy that chose the city and not billie, that statement — cliché or not — wouldn’t actually be inaccurate. “ i dunno, i guess it was more of why not london, y’know ? i’m from phoenix, arizona so it’s a total change in scenery, and i’m just always down for adventure. ” out of all the ways billie’s night could’ve turned out, she didn’t think she’d end up sharing an umbrella with a stranger, putting some of her favorite romcoms to shame. then again, nothing in billie jean’s could be called predictable. “ what about you, handsome sam ? what do you hope to find here in london ? ”

#p: sam

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chase. 

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.

" 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.

#p: chase

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emerson.

Emerson spotted a woman tugging helplessly at her door handle and took off in a run with her umbrella. She held it over her head. “Do you need to call somebody? Do you have a phone?” she called over the roar of the pouring rain.

IT TOOK BILLIE A MINUTE to notice that the pouring had stopped thanks to the stranger beside her. she looked over and offered a smile to woman, stepping a bit closer to make sure they were both safe from the rain. “ i’m the genius who locked herself out of her car and left her phone inside, ” billie chuckled, peeking through the tinted windows. “ and i don’t really have anyone to call, but i guess i could call a tow truck? i dunno, i usually just pop my door open with some tools which i don’t have on me right now. ” as if on cue, the downpour started to get heavier; the umbrella serving as futile shelter. “ shit, i’m sorry i’m getting you wet. do you wanna maybe move to that building over there ? ”

#p: emerson