#the perfect blend between a suit n a dress if u will

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A Night in ‘Las Vegas’ (its actually Daphne’s mansion)

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Summary:Party at Daphne's, Velma experiences requited gay panic. Written for @scrubyjay<3

A/N: if u asked me a week ago what id be writing, scooby doo lesbian fanfic definitely wouldn't have been anywhere near my mind. im kinda surprised i even had this much to say about them.

In the past few years, the Mystery Gang had made a habit of meeting up before a new semester of college started to relax and hang out before their studies took over their lives. Daphne was hosting at her childhood home (as she called it, though most would consider the estate a real true mansion) as usual, (Her parents were off on their yearly honeymoon or what Daphne would call their regularly scheduled time for absolute debauchery among other acts that are certainly in a legal grey area.) and she had full reign of the staff and tonight's event. This semester’s theme was “A Night in Las Vegas”, meaning the gang would be dressed in their best cocktail outfits, and that there were actual slot machines and gambling tables, complete with dealers using rigged card decks to make sure no one would threaten the casino’s nightly earnings, not that they were actually gambling it’s all for realism.

This was the week before most the gang’s final semester, most as in Shaggy decided that he’d rather learn some cooking skills on the job rather than some pompous 75 year old teacher at the nearest cooking school, not realizing he would instead have to deal with an egotistical 40 year old going through what was surely the world’s worst case of mid-life crisis. The rest of the gang was spread around the country, Fred was at the local state college on a football scholarship, studying business and was the VP of the school’s biggest fraternity. Daphne was studying investigative journalism at Colombia, if asked she went to school in New York, and she was in fact related to the Blakes financially backing the new Blake scholarship for students studying journalism. Velma was at Stanford double majoring in Criminal Psychology and Forensic Science, and was set to continue her studies in a Phd program at Harvard. 

Out of all the gang, Velma was the most excited for the night, she rarely got to see the others because of the physical distance between them. She walked up the marble steps outside the front doors of the Blake estate, duffel bag in tow, (they always ended up absolutely sloshed at the end of these dinners, opting to stay in one of the many guest rooms with plush king sized beds rather than waiting for a taxi) and pressed the buzzer which linked to a pager on the butler’s uniform. It was only a few moments before Jenkins opened the heavy oak doors.

“Ah, Miss Dinkley, glad to see you’ve made it here safely, would you like someone to take your bag to your room?”

“No, thank you Jenkins, Daphne wanted to get ready together and I have some things I’ll need in the bag. Is she in her room?”

“Yes, allow me to escort you there.” With that Jenkins turned into the Foyer, walking under the first of many grand chandeliers, and up the grand blush pink marble stairs towards Daphne’s suite. Before she knew it they were in front of the door to the bedroom.

Jenkins knocked on the pale door, “Miss Blake, Miss Dinkley has arrived.”

“Oh Yes! Send her in please! The door’s unlocked!” A light rustling was heard behind the door as Jenkins opened the door for Velma, revealing Daphne moving towards her vanity in a silk lavender robe that ended mid thigh. “Velma! I’m so happy you could come early!” The taller woman changed her course towards the shorter one, who seemed almost frozen in the doorway. “Come on in! Thank you Jenkins, let me know when the boys have arrived.” Jenkins responded with a light bow before swiftly turning away, no doubt to continue the prep for tonight's event. 

Velma walked in the room, closing the door behind her, and setting her bag down on the loveseat in front of the room’s TV. “I’m glad I could make it too, I wasn’t sure if I would’ve been able to trade shifts with someone at the bookstore, but Sarah S., remember her from high school? She was trying to avoid a family event that was going on earlier today, her aunts are always setting her up on dates and she didn’t want to deal with that again. So it all worked out!” 

Daphne smiled at Velma, “Oh Sarah’s wonderful, I almost forgot she worked at the bookstore too during the breaks. There’s a robe for you in the bathroom to change into before we do our manicures.” Velma turned into the attached bathroom, quickly changing into the orange silk robe she usually used while at Daphne’s, the light geometric patterns reminding her of all the sleepovers the two shared in high school. Stepping out of the bathroom, Velma saw that Daphne had already set up the station to paint their nails. “So what’s tonight’s color scheme for you? I’m going with glittery hot pink.” Daphne had started with the base coat already.

“I brought an orange leather skirt, and I was thinking of a black top, but the options I brought don’t really fit with the cocktail dress code for tonight.” Velma sat down across from her friend in a dark luxurious chair, fiddling with the collection of polishes in front of her. 

Daphne grabbed a mid-tone orange from the selection, “Don’t worry about your top, you know I have a lot to choose from.” The smile on her face was audible, and she continued, “If it’s the leather skirt I’m thinking of, it would pair great with this sheer, flowy turtleneck I have.” Daphne’s delicate hands grabbed Velma’s, and with skillful light touches started applying the polish. The two took turns with the materials, falling into a comfortable silence finishing the task quickly.

“It’s make-up and hair next, right? I have some things in my bag.” Deeming her nails dry enough, Velma stood and made her way over to the aforementioned bag, pulling out a travel toiletries bag that had her small selection of make-up. It’s not that she was against make-up in any way, it was really more for special events than the day to day, also her college-student budget meant some luxuries were limited, and make-up was on that list. Adjusting her glasses, Velma turned to where Daphne was standing next to the vanity chair, she had a slight pout on her face, the one she used to get what she wanted from anyone.

“Can I please do your make-up? You know I love to do it and you love the outcome every time.” The pout stayed on her face.

“I suppose I could let you do my makeup Daph, seeing as you’re asking so kindly.” Daphne let out a light giggle at the fake sass in Velma's statement. (They both knew that Velma would never say no to Daphne, with or without the pout, not that Velma would ever admit it.) Velma sat down, leaning against the back of the chair, removing her glasses and setting them down on the vanity to allow Daphne full vision of her canvas.

Feathery touches moved across Velma’s face, applying the primer on to soft moisturized skin. “Are you wearing contacts tonight?”

“I brought them, but I’m not sure I’ll remember to take them off before sleeping tonight.”

Daphne continued with the base make-up. “Don’t wear them, you look cute with your glasses.”

A light blush covered the tips of Velma’s cheeks and nose, it certainly wasn’t her first time hearing that phrase, but something about hearing it from Daph’s rosy lips made it different. 

Working swiftly, Daphne made her way to the eyes, she grabbed Velma’s eyeliner, leaning in close to work on the wing. The controlled, concentrated breaths tickled the lightly covered freckles on Velma’s face, the flush from before continuing on strong through the powder pink blush Daphne already placed on the high point’s of her cheek bones. Daphne leaned away from her to examine the work done, hands lingering behind on Velma’s face, a satisfied smile appearing when she decided the two sides were even. “We’ll do lips after we change, you good on your own for hair?” Velma nodded while putting her frames back on to inspect the work Daphne had done on her face. It was simple, what she liked best, but it was better than anything Velma could do on her own. Daphne had perfected her technique in blending and choosing colors, if she didn’t know the other for years, Velma would’ve expected Daphne to enroll in a fashion and design school. 

The two made quick work of the rest of their prep work, gossiping about the town’s latest scandals. (The Adam’s were being investigated for tax fraud, and the Miller’s were going through a particularly nasty divorce.) Velma straightened out her hair, smoothing it from the usual halo of frizz, stealing glances at Daphne while she did her own make-up and hair. Their gazes met each other once, staring deep into the other’s dark eyes for a beat before looking away as though nothing happened. 

The evening drew to a close, night just beginning to settle in, the others would be here soon. Their attention was now drawn to the expansive walk-in closet in the room. Daphne pulled out the sheer turtleneck mentioned before for Velma, it had shiny glittery threads spread throughout, perfect for tonight’s event, and a hot pink sequined mini dress. They both changed in front of each other, as they had many times before, but something in the air was different, there was an unspoken tension between the two of them growing from the lingering touches and frequent glances from earlier. Velma looked up from her skirt’s zipper to see Daphne’s bare back in front of her, dress unzipped. She said a light ‘I got it’ before pulling the hidden zipper up the pale back, the dress tightly hugging the curve of the toned body before her. 

The tension dissipated as they walked over to the rack of shoes covering a wall of the closet, Daphne thinking out loud, wondering if she should go with boots or a strappy pump. She grabbed a chunky platform heel for Velma, one she often borrowed, before deciding on black suede thigh high boots. Daphne’s pink phone pinged, a text from the boys, they were five minutes away. As she pulled the boots over her long legs, Daphne saw Velma staring at her thighs, pinked nose, where skin met suede, and blushed herself, not mentioning that she’d caught the other. 

Shrugging this off, Daphne stood and walked out of the closet, to the door of her room, waiting for Velma. As the shorter walked to the doorway, fingertips touched the small of her back guiding her through. The two walked to the main room on the ground floor where it had been transformed to feel like a real casino, the lights were dimmed, 5 slot machines took up a wall, a dealer’s table next to the grand fireplace, tall, small tables with tea lights and stools took up the center floor, and two servants stood at the edge, one with a tray of hors d'oeuvres and the other a tray of champagne. Meeting the ladies at the bottom were their friends, and Jenkin’s informing them that dinner would be served within the hour. The boys cleaned up well, Shaggy’s usual mop of hair gelled back, with burgundy suspenders against a white button up holding up light green slacks. Fred opted for a more classic black and white suit, with a sapphire blue tie to add his own flair. Even Scooby looked prepped for a red carpet, his nails cut, a light almond scent from soap rather than his usual distinct dog smell. 

The forty or so minutes before dinner was served went smoothly, Shaggy, Scooby, and Daphne spent their time catching up at the slot machine; Fred and Velma playing black jack while laughing about funny stories from the past semester. The waiters did their jobs, handing out each person’s favorite snack before the meal, or snacks in Shaggy and Scoob’s case, leaving no glass unfilled, although they insisted they all have at least a glass of plain water for every couple of refills. 

Once it was time for the meal, the servants put their trays down to push the tables together, so the group could enjoy the dishes together. Daphne pulled her stool next to Velma’s brushing her hand against the smooth skin of the other’s thigh, and noticed how the seated girl’s relaxed, slightly tipsy posture tensed at the quick touch. The dinner continued with similar interactions, a tap of one’s foot against the other, a brush of knees under the table, dabbing away sauce at the edge of the other’s lips. If the boys had noticed these seemingly innocent interactions, they either didn’t care about the clear subtext, or were too drunk to even notice the tension growing with each lingering touch.

After they had finished eating, the ladies continued with their behavior at the table even though the others moved to the dealer’s table for poker. With a well placed hand on the other girl’s thigh, Velma took things a step further and gave a light squeeze, causing Daphne to get out her stool, pulling the other by the wrist to the nearest bathroom, offhandedly mentioning their destination to the hired boy bringing out chicken nuggets for Shaggy. 

In the bathroom, Velma locked the door behind them as the taller girl pulled her onto the granite countertop in a rushed passionate kiss. Contrary to popular belief, Velma was no stranger to Saturday night party bathroom hook-ups, but she was in her childhood best friend’s home having a bathroom hook-up, with her childhood best friend no less. The flutter in her stomach that was growing during dinner, turned into heat and a blazing fire at her core as Daphne’s supple pink lips trailed down the side of the other neck, lightly biting where the top of the turtleneck ended. A quick hand undid the button at the top of the sheer shirt, allowing Daphne more places to nip and kiss. Velma’s hands pulled the other closer as a soft moan left her lips, making Daphne continue the attack at her neck with more vigor. With a light squeeze on her butt, the orange haired girl looked up from the other’s neck with half lidded eyes before asking, “do you,” a kiss on the cheek, “want to take this” a kiss on the other, “to my room?” a kiss on the nose, “I have some things there that could make this even better” a kiss on the lips. At this, Velma hopped off the counter, straightening out her disheveled clothes as best she could before unlocking the door and rushing towards the stairs, Daphne close behind with a large grin on her face. The only thing that pulled them away from their mission of making it to the room was a quick stop telling the boys they were turning in for the night.

The next morning, Daphne figured it was a good thing her parents insisted the boy’s sleep on the other side of the house.

Bonus: after the ladies mentioned they were off to bed

Shaggy turned to Fred, he was drunk, but sober enough to notice the smeared lipstick on Daphne, or the trail of lip marks down Velma’s neck. "You're gonna have to pay up man, did you see them?"

Fred slumped down onto the table and mumbled, "Why couldn't they stick it out a few more months till after graduation, I'll have your money on Monday."

A/N: uhhhh, velma got RAILED, lets leave that as the description for the smut. I would also like to get dommed by Daphne Blake. Lmk if u liked it!

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Beauty of Asgard

For @stanclub 2500 writing challenge.

Loki x reader

*i keep drawing you in my sketchbook because i’ve always found you to be beautiful and i’m longing to tell you how i feel, but one day you find it and you have questions*

Warning: swearing and fluff

A/n: feeling like I could of done better but it’s cute.

You had ask Thor If he would take you to Asgard for the weekend. When he had told you about the beauty that Asgard held. It was When he found you one day scratching. It was after a mission. You were sitting on top of the stark tower one evening to clear your head after a long mission. You always want to do sketch the city but never seem to find the time or something else caught your attention. Like Thor’s brother loki when he came to Midgard as they called it. You only meet the god few time, you were all about drooling over him, every time he would come down from Asgard. At time you would try and avoid the god. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself like you always did when you liked someone. You admired him from afar. You’re not sure when you started to draw him. It just happened one day as you watched him and Thor talking in the kitchen you were already on the couch in the living room of the open floor plan.

You were like Steve, had a sketchpad on hand. So as they talked, you started. It was only a half portrait of his handsome face. It would always be in random places that you wound draw him. Few times while he was sparring with Thor or when he was living on the bifrost. You most likely had dozens of his handsome face and form. He was your best subject. So when Thor announced he was returning to Asgard for a few days you jumped at the opportunity if only to see this beautiful place, but also a part of you wanted to see loki again. It had been months since you saw him last. So with a bag packed and plenty of drawing supplies you made your way outside to meet up Thor.

Thor had told you before you left that the Bifrost could be dangerous for a first timers, but would get easier if you traveled more. As you may not feel well once you made it to Asgard. So as you held on to Thor for dear life, you were then hurtled through time and space. You felt you stomach drop somewhere back between Earth and Mars as you watched the rainbow of colors shot past you at unbelievable rates of speed after awhile it just be came in blurs of color, ending up with you closing your eyes, finally felt your feet touch the floor and Thor’s grip on you loosen. Though your grip did not. Feeling as you would have sea legs and would look like a flopping fish if you let go of him. You slowly opened your eyes. The room was gold, a man with a giant sword stood in the middle.

“Ah welcome Lady y/n.” The man greeted you. “I am Hymindal gate keeper and seer of Asgard.” He introduced him self. After introduction Thor walked you across the rainbow bridge. You were in awe, he was right about the Beauty that was Asgard. You had already told Thor all the places you wanted to start sketching. As well as you wanted to blend in so you asked him if there was anyway to allow you access to a dresses while on your stay. He agreed and would send some to your room. You both made your way to your chambers, you would be staying in at the palace. When Thor brought you to your chamber. You were in Aw, the size of the room was astonishing. It could fit like ten of yours.

Later on You found yourself in the gardens, drawing parts of the palace. near a weeping willow. When something, well someone caught your attention. Loki sat under an oak tree reading, he was in his normal green and gold. When he was on Earth he would wear a perfectly tailored suit. But right now he was in his leather robs. You flipped the page on your sketchpad and started to go to work. As he was your best subject. You were so enthralled with your work that you had yet to realize loki had move.

It was about an hour into your sketching of him, when he noticed you sitting there. It took him a moment to realize it was you. He didn’t know you were in Asgard. ‘Well that means the oaf is here as well.’ He thought. Though he did not mind what site lay ahead of him. He had never seen you in a dress. You looked positively ravishing in it. The dress itself was a light green, it was held up around your neck expressing your arms, gold accents laced the top.

“Why lady y/n, I did not know you were here.” Loki velvety smooth voice, startled you. Making you jump, you didn’t know he moved you looked up to see his illusion disappear. You quickly shut your book. Setting it off to the side, hoping loki didn’t see your drawings. But he did.

“Oh u-um hi Loki.” You stumbled over your words. “Yeah your brother brought me this morning. I had been asking him. So I could draw Asgard.” ‘Well mostly you. But I’m not going to tell you that. Nope.’ You thought.

“May I sit with you m’lady?” Loki asked as his hand moved towards the spot next to you.

“Um yes, though you are the prince after all I figured you don’t have to asked as I’m only just a Midgardain.” You teased. As you pulled your dress that fanned out closer to you. Allowing him to sit. He chuckled as he sat next to you. God, why did he have to be so close to you. You heartbeat picked up, when the sent of him hit you. It was woodsy and something unknown. But it made you weak in the knees. How you missed his sent, when you were on earth.

“Well, Darling I would still ask for your permission, always.” He spoke softly to you. “My I inquire as to what you are drawing?” You looked over to your book then back to loki.

“I-um it’s nothing really.” You stubbed over your word trying not to embarrass yourself further. You could already feel your face heat up. “I was just drawing the palace it was just the perfect spot.” Sounding like a fool. God why couldn’t you talk right around him. Let alone lie. Yeah he was the god of lie and most likely knew you were lying even if you could talk straight.

“Would you mind showing me? I would love to see what you have?” Loki inquired. Truly you had talent even if he caught a glimpse. You were about to say something when Thor showed up.

“Ah Brother, I see you found lady y/n.” Thor’s voice boomed with excitement. Walking towards the two of you.

“Ah yes Thor.” Loki almost sounding annoyed with his brothers interruption. “It is a pleasant surprise to find such beauty amongst the garden.” He glanced over to you with a smirk. He watched your face turn a lovely shade of pink.

“I’m hear to steal lady y/n, mother would like to meet her.” Thor held out his arm for you to take. It was fun to see Thor in He natural environment, both gods were always so well mannered the perfect gentleman. True princes you assumed this would be what it would of been like back inn the day on earth. Even with the scandals back in those days. You took Thor’s arm as your rose to your feet. Pulling your dress up slightly so you could walk with out falling. Well you didn’t want to fall in front of Loki at lest, Thor has already seen that disaster on more then one occasion. “Brother care to accompany us?”

“I have something I need to do first. Perhaps I’ll see you later lady y/n?” Loki stood. He bow a little. Before you and Thor left. Dear god you were not going to get used to this. As you walked away with Thor. Loki spotted your book. He was about to say something when his curiosity got the best of him. Sitting back down pulling the book across his lap. Opening it to the last page you were working on. It was of him. He thumb through the pages. He noticed there were a lot of him from Midgard. Smirking to himself. As he admired your work there were other things, places, people. But a lot with him in it. You had captured his likeness quite well. His favorite had to of been the one of him shirtless with tea in his hand. He remembered the morning at the tower no one was awake or so he thought as he just rolled out of bed. You put a lot of detail in to all of them this one especially.

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After meeting Frigga, You went back to your chambers to go back to drawing before “the feast” Thor had talked about. You hadn’t realized you left your drawing book in the gardens. Once inside you room you set out to look for it. But couldn’t find it, in a panic you rummaged, throwing everything around trying to find it. Standing up after looking under the bed. You eyes widened as you remember not bring it back with you from the gardens. Fear set in hoping loki didn’t. “Oh my god no.” You jumped when their was a loud knock on your door. Maybe it was Thor with you book. But then again you would have to explain to Thor why there was all these pictures of loki or their mother. “Fuck” You cursed as you went to open the door.

“Loki!” You squeaked out as the god stood there awaiting you. He smirked with a chuckle at your adorable squeak.

“Lady y/n, may I come in?” The way your name sounded of his tongue was enough to make you do anything he said. You held the door open wider so the prince could come in.

“Y-yes?” You weren’t sure what to say right now. Though you noticed that he didn’t have anything in his hands so maybe he didn’t see you book. You felt a wave if relief wash over you as you shut your door. “What brings Loki the prince of Asgard to my room?” You tried to regain yourself.

“I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind drawing for me?” Loki asked a hidden smirk in his voice. Before he turned to look at you.

“What is it would you like me to draw for you? Though I currently can not find my sketchbook.” You looked down.

“Hmm, well I was hoping if you wouldn’t mind drawing me perhaps.” Your eyes snapped up to look at loki. And before your eyes, your book formed in his slender fingers. You quickly walked towards Loki attempting to grab it. But Loki pulled it out of your reach with a chuckle. “You’re a lovely artist my love. Very detailed might I add. May I ask why you’re one subject never knew?” Oh god he saw. Oh god this is not happening.

“I um, could explain, I think.” You looked down at the floor trying to think of an logical explanation for why. You felt Loki hand under your chin, pulling it up to look at him.

“Look at my darling.” Loki smiled this time. “If I would of known, I would of been a very willing subject for you.” Handing you your sketchbook. “And still willing to be your subject. Now,” he paused as you take the book from him. “Where do you want me, love? How about standing on the balcony?” He starts walking around the room. “Maybe in the chair? Or perhaps on the bed?” He move to lay on your bed. You feel the lump start to form in your throat. As you slowly walked towards Loki. “What is it you Midgardain say.... draw me like a French maiden. Yes that was it.” You couldn’t refrain from giggling.

“First off, it’s draw me like one of your French girls. Secondly, Where on earth did you hear that from?” Bitting your bottom lip. Shaking your head at the god. He laid on his back hand folded under his head as he looked over to you.

“I over heard the tin man say it to you. One day while I visited.” Him calling Tony tin man made you giggle once more. “You know you have a really cute laugh darling.”

“So if you wish for me to draw you like a French whore and not the prince of Asgard, I kind of in need of a pencil.” Attempting to ignore him comment.

“Here.” Loki conjured your drawing tool. Setting the book down as you went to grab the it from Loki’s hand. As you grabbed the pencil it vanished and Loki’s hand grabbed ahold of yours pulling you into him. Causing you to yelp. But it was silence by his lips upon yours.

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Soon Goodbye, Now Love: chapter four

chapter one 

chapter two

chapter three

new ppl who r just seeing this it’s a guardian angel A/U find pt 1 n two  here ☟

Ao3   ff.net

tw’s: swearing, mentions on depression

still based on this song lol

a/n: is It copyright if I include lines word for word from the movies also is it weird lol too late. 

Chapter four: Make a Wave

Chloe had sat awake all night at her kitchen counter where she had a clear view of the living room and the small sleeping girl on her couch. Paranoia had led to the performance of unnecessary extra work while she waited with a small bath of coffee and her laptop, constantly visually and audibly aware of the situation if anything arose. 

Certain that she would be able to leave her job four or five hours early the next day because of the extra labor, she thought of what the girl- Beca, would do after carrying out the medial plans Chloe had made. They were, now that she thought about it, of a very impractical a nature and it had only just dawned on her how unrealistic they were. Granted, Beca seemed like she wasn’t completely hopeless. Although Chloe was not sure if she believed everything about her story, she knew that the girl wasn’t without resources; She said she’d lived in the city beforehand and she had to have paid some money to travel all the way from Massachusetts to New York.  She considered maybe meeting her again after work since she would be getting off so early, but she was still wary of the entire situation and how rash she was being. The thought that she had so expeditiously befriended this stranger she had found wandering alone in the middle of a field with no shoes or clothes and a long and kind-of gap-filled story was making her brain hurt.

After an extremely uneventful evening, the early hours of the morning dawned and Chloe threw together a small breakfast for herself and began to prepare for the day ahead. She found an old Barden school-sweatshirt in her closet to give to Beca and a pair of trainers she no longer wore, assuming for the time being that the girl truly didn’t own a pair of shoes.

After a brief interval of hesitation, she gently nudged her sleeping guest and murmured a cheerful greeting upon the girl’s stirring. Beca dressed in her newly-cleaned clothes, ate the cereal Chloe gave her in groggy gratitude and at the turn of the hour just as Chloe had promised, they left for the city in her red 90′s Nissan pulsar. 

 The conversation shared hitherto had been sparse and for the most part admitted on Chloe’s initiative, but after ten still fairly uneasy minutes of driving, Chloe found herself want of a more social reciprocity from her apologetic and rather acquiescent companion. 

“Do you mind if I turn on the radio?” Chloe glanced at the girl who was gloomily hunched in on herself, eyes flickering over the passing architectural and natural parade of suburban New York.

“Sure.” She shifted and smiled faintly in response. 

“Do you care what I play? I have a Sia CD in the glovebox there.” Beca dutifully withdrew the black and white cased CD and handed it to Chloe. 

“I didn’t even know they made CD’s anymore.” The jesting comment was thrown quietly but it had not gone unnoticed. Chloe chuckled as she placed the disc in the thin slot of the dashboard.

“She’s a comedian! Well, well, well, a real spokesperson for our generation, aren’t you? Don’t appliance-shame me­, this car is too old for an AUX chord.”

“If you say so, grandma.” Chloe was enjoying this new-found charismatic confidence of the stranger she had only met a few hours ago. As the first song began she hummed along to the all-too familiar melody. She had maintained a sort of comfortable fondness for the artist, as her acapella group had sung a few of her songs in concert when they had been together and listening to the album made her feel melancholic, but peaceful. Even though she didn’t really keep in touch with the girls, she still held them all very dear and her sense of pride for everything they had done together was still running strong. 

“Do you sing?” Beca’s voice was soft and monotone as though she didn’t want to ask the question.

“Funny you should ask, I used to sing in college. I mean, I don’t make a habit of boasting, but our acapella group performed at the Kennedy center with one of the songs on this album!” She smiled through recollection.

“Your A Capella group? oh my God, you are old…that’s nice though, I guess. Congrats.”

“See? I’m a cool grandma.” She increased the volume on the controls and instinctively jumped into the harmonies. The conversation dwindled yet again and she struggled desperately for another topic of conversation.

“Do you?” In Chloe’s side-view she saw Beca’s head turn toward her in confusion.

“Huh?” 

“Do you sing?” 

“Oh. Haha. In your dreams.” Her laugh resonated in a somewhat forced manner as if the subject had affected a sore spot and she became sullen within seconds, returning to the window. This unusual air made Chloe question whether Beca’s statement was true, and if it was perhaps more of a self-deprecating comment. After the first song ended and the second followed suit, Chloe’s doubts were confirmed (admittedly to her delight) as Beca quietly began humming the melody underneath Chloe’s higher intervals. A few words through she softly joined in with the lyrics and Chloe was taken aback by a pleasing (if a little rough) voice, harmonizing in absolute-pitch beneath her own. Their tones blended well, and though Beca was singing softly and with little motivation, their phrasing synced well, Chloe thought. They sung past the chorus and as the bridge began, she addressed Beca with amusement and determination.

“You Can sing! You liar!” 

“Dude, shut up. Just ‘cause I do doesn’t mean I can.”

“What the hell? Your voice is great! You know this song so well, it’s actually almost like you’re singing the arrangement we did for the president.” Chloe smiled when she observed she was making Beca blush. 

“Wait, you’re in the Bellas? Wow. I um…I saw that performance online actually. It’s, like, viral, you know that, right? Also, ever since that David Guetta song I’ve been really into Sia.”

“Oh, God, yeah of course I know, that perforamance almost got us disqualified. Wait, you know David Guetta?”

“Dude, I fucking love David Guetta. Titanium?”

“What a a BOP! Are you kidding me?” 

The last chorus came in and the two girls sang and with a litte more vitality than they had been doing so, especially Chloe. As the last chorus faded into the quiet between songs, Chloe was nearing the end of the highway and the toll booths signifying the entrance to the city could be seen on the horizon.

“So, where are you thinking I should drop you off?” 

“Oh, um…I guess the bank on 15th, if that’s cool? I can make my way from there.”

“Gotcha.” Chloe was unsure how to approach the next subject. 

“You know...if you need anything I’ll be there to help you get back on your feet? You can spend another few nights at my place until you have somewhere to go. Also, I can speak to that friend about the job, I think she’d really appreciate someone else at her café and I’m sure it pays well. Now that I think about it, she’s just around the corner from 15th, I’m going to be early for work anyways, I could introduce you two. If it’s too soon to think about work I totally understand.”

“No, yeah, um, wow, that’s so kind of you. I…I’ve already taken so much of your hospitality, um, I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done, you must think I’m so awful. I owe you so much, dude. If it’s not, like, encumbering you that would be so great.”

“Really, it’s nothing I swear. You’re a friend now, I’m here to help. Her name is Flo, she was in the Bella’s with me! She’s super sweet, I promise.”

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Beca passionately inhaled the perfect euphoria of stepping inside Flo’s coffee shop. She had spent so much time in this building her last year on earth. Nothing had changed except for the fact her favorite latte was not on the large chalkboard Manu above the counter, which she didn’t blame Flo for; she doubted very many people ever ordered a sage latte. This recollection made her again dismal when she was reminded that not only Chloe had been made to forget her existence, but also the entire earth and all those she held near. 

The café was small but well and minimally decorated. The floor dipped into the ground as opposed to a raised platform and the ceiling was low with old, dark beams stretched across, between white plaster and strings of tiny warm white string-lights. The counter in the corner was short and littered with large glass bell-jars filled with assortment upon assortment of scones, muffins, donuts, cakes, and cookies. 

The tables surrounding Beca and Chloe were packed with well-dressed people sipping drinks and typing loudly on their laptops and as the two girls gingerly navigated through the labyrinth of perfumed hipsters. Beca finally spotted a very frazzled and frayed variation of her tiny happy friend busily flitting around the tiny kitchen and she smiled in excitement. They finally reached the counter and when Chloe shouted her name Flo turned with a disgruntled looked which quick turned to ease when she saw who had called. 

In Beca’s timeline, the Bella’s intimacy had grown only stronger after their acapella careers had come to a close. Most of them had lived together in some variations of two or three, and they met up often and spoke regularly. Beca had dwelled constantly while she was in the Higher City on whether, if in the universe that had come of Beca’s death, the Bellas had still stayed close or simply grown apart. She had immediately noticed when she met Chloe, how much more subdued and almost depressed the inner layer of personality had been. The thought of living a life away from some of the most amazing people she had ever met, and missing what had been such a huge part of her day-to-day was gut-wrenching to consider, she felt deeply guilty and sympathetic for Chloe.

As she watched the two of them converse, she noted that they still clearly maintained a pretty cordial, if a little formal, relationship with one another. They greeted each other familiarly and then Chloe pulled Beca forward for an introduction. 

“So, Flo, This is Beca! she just got here from Massachusetts and she’s looking for a job, I know you’re a little strapped here so I thought you could maybe use an extra hand and interview her? Or whatever you do when you hire someone in this industry?” Chloe passed her arm around Beca’s shoulders warmly.  Flo sighed and reached out her arms to Chloe in a gesture of gratitude. “You are my savior, Chloe. Work has been like an old man throwing dead-weights into basketball hoops. All these rich people care about is what kind of non-dairy, dairy product they ask for and if you do not get it right they ask for your manager. Which is me. Obviously. I would hire you right now if I had the time. I’m closing the register in fifteen minutes if you want to wait in the back? I’ll be right there.” She gestured to a small hallway in the back of the room and turned to return to her work. Chloe faced Beca with a grin. 

“So, I’m gonna leave you here, but here’s my number. Don’t hesitate if you need anything at all. I work about fifteen minutes walk from here. Text me, keep me updated. I’ll keep in touch, okay?” Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca and hugged her tightly. Beca was unsure how she could respond appropriately other than simply apologizing and thanking her profusely. So, that’s what she did, and then Chloe was gone, out the door and around the corner, bright red hair fluttering behind her in the bitter city wind. 

She had just made herself comfortable on the couch when Flo breezed through the door, still in her apron and lightly dusted with flour. Beca knew the moment she stepped in the café what she would have to do and say. She knew that Flo would sympathize and that she could trust her. Flo sat own at a desk adjacent to the couch and brought out a plaque with a few papers Beca assumed were applications, but Beca scooted to the edge of her seat and placed her palm on the wooden surface before Flo could speak.

“Flo, wait, um...just stop for a sec’...how do I do this? Okay, this is going to seem like a very odd request but can I hold your hand, just, for, like, a millisecond?” Flo’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion but she complied hesitantly, reaching her hand to touch Beca’s.

“Um, sure. Do you want some water or something? Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, Yeah I’m fine, just...give me a second.” Beca took her hand and held it securely. She needed just the right amount of contact. She closed her eyes and within less than a split second, Flo withdrew her hand with a gasp.

“Beca Mitchel?! Bitch ass hoe, what are you doing here?!”

a/n: sorry this chapter took so long kids! If anyone cares, I was in New York with my chorus performing at carnegie hall, also if Anna wasn't there at the performance imma b hella pissed bc not only does she a) have an obligation to attend acapella and Choral performances, now that she holds the face of acapella in her palm, but she was also b) in NY at the time and I c) tweeted her twice.

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Drunk In Love (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) finally takes a leap and ends up in bed with Calum. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Oral; Male Receiving / Generally Nasty Stuff) Based on the song 'Drunk in Love: Beyonce ft. JayZ' (Words: 2.5k)

I've been Drinkin', I've been Drinkin' I sway my hips to the rhythm of the music, taking a big sip of my drink. My head is spinning a bit and my vision is blinded by the different lights in the club, but I am having such a good time with my friends.

I get filthy when that liquor get into me. "Cal... Cal, come dance with me." I purr, dragging my friend closer. Calum chuckles while getting closer to me. "Are you drunk?" He asks me as I start grinding on him. "A bit tipsy..." I giggle. "I haven't seen you like that in a while..." He whispers in my ear, due to the music being too loud. I grind my hips on him, making me gulp. "I haven't drunk in a while. And I am having such a great time."

I've been thinking, I've been thinking. I feel Calum's sweaty body on mine, making my skin chill. Maybe it's because of the drinks, maybe it's because of the way Calum looks tonight, but my mind makes weird connections.

Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? My hands travel on his body, feeling up every muscle. He looks at me, smirking, his hands tangled in my hair. My hand goes further down his abdomen, just above his cock; he doesn't make a movement to move away. Instead, he pulls me closer, our faces just a breath away.

I want you, na na. "If we continue this, I don't know how we will end up." He whispers his hands under my chin. I grind harder on him, making him bite his lip. "I want you." I whisper, gathering up all the courage I have inside me.

Cigars on ice, Cigars on ice. "Let's go home. " He whispers, putting the flame between us on the ice.

Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill, flashing lights, flashing lights. Of course, photo reporters had to be outside the club; I mean the boys are here, other minor and major celebrities are here, the perfect opportunity for them to sell all their pictures and made-up rumors. I feel like we are a tourist attraction, like animals in the zoo, posing in front of cameras. Calum walks in front of me, his hand tangled with mine.

You got me faded, faded, faded I open my eyes, the sun peeking through the curtains blinding my vision. My head hurts a bit, but it is from last night's drinking. What worries me is the weight I feel on my chest. Oh my God, am I dying? I sit up a bit and that's when I notice; the weight on my chest was Cal's arm, which was over my body. I swallow the scream that is about to leave my mouth, trying to find a way to get out of the bed without waking him up. We are both naked, only our underwear present on the room's floor. I pick mine up, tiptoeing to my way out of this room, only to find my garment completely torn. All I can remember is us leaving the club, both turned on, with the flashes going off around us.

Baby, I want you, na na I remember myself telling him how bad I want him, I remember him smirking at me and taking me out of the club and inside his car.

Drunk in love, I want you. I remember myself thinking how much I've anticipated this moment, I remember trying to count all the feelings I have for him, all the times I've swallowed my feelings and masked them away.

We woke up in the kitchen saying how the hell did this shit happen? I walk up and down his living room, the mess of the clothes around me bring just vague memories of last night. "How the hell did this happen?" I mumble to myself, freaking out a bit. I have to figure this shit out before he wakes up.

Oh, baby drunk in love we be all night. Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grind up in the club. Drunk in love. Fuck, how the hell did we go from grinding in the club to flirting, to leaving the club together, to fucking? I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Additionally to the messy hair and the smudged makeup, I have hickeys covering my body, from my jawline to my neck, to my boobs, and down my torso.

We be all night and everything alright. I remember that the sun was up and he was still inside me, I remember how we both moaned and giggled drunkenly as our bodies synced.

No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights. I remember it felt so good to be under his touch. "Oh Calum, fuck. That's the spot. That's the spot..." I scream as he thrusts deep inside me. Our bodies are covered in sweat, but we still keep going. I remember how his body looked so perfect, drenched in sweat. I remember how he praised my body, I remember him calling it shiny gold, as it reflected the light hitting it.

Boy, I'm drinking, park it in my lot 7/11. "Let's buy some alcohol.." I purr as Cal drives the car. "I have plenty at home..." He replies. "Let's buy more. Let's drink on the road." I suggest, my hand on his thigh. "I am driving baby. I need to get us home safe so I can have you all to myself." He replies and I sit back on my seat, smiling as I feel his jeans tighten.

I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing. If you scared, call that reverend. I remember palming him through his jeans, my hand working him slowly, I remember him holding his breath and moaning my name. "(Y/N) stop. I am going to crash..." He moans, trying to focus on the road. I remember the car freezing on the red light, I remember me removing the spaghetti straps of my dress and calling his name to get his attention. I remember his eyes going wide as I flashed him my boobs. "Fuck... I've waited so long to see them in their full glory..." He groans, licking his lips. I giggle, getting the straps back on as the light turned green.

Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right. Armand de Brignac, gangster wife. I remember us reaching his house, parking the car, and getting inside. I remember Calum going to the bar in his living room. I remember his carrying 2 bottles with him. "Here... I had those 2 for a special occasion. I guess it's time." He says, popping one of the champagnes. He leaves the other on the floor, in case we need it. I remember him taking the first swig. I remember me looking at his lips flustered. I remember him leaning in to kiss me, the champagne still in his mouth. The liquid slides in my mouth as I open my lips, granting him access. It tastes so good, the fizzy drink blending with his taste as we kiss against the wall. I remember his hands not leaving my body, I remember our moans being muffled by each other's mouth.

Louie sheets he sweat it out like washrags he wear it out. I remember how the sheets were drenched in cum and sweat, and champagne but we were both relaxed laying on them in the morning after fucking all night.

Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic till my voice hoarse. I remember when we were still making out against the wall. I remember smiling at him before getting on my knees in front of him. "Give me that..." I moan against his lips while my hand unzips his pants. He hands me the bottle while I get on my knees. His boner springs free as I drag his jeans and briefs down his ankles. I drench his dick with the champagne, making him groan surprised. "Shit... I didn't know you were like this." He groans. I smirk and take his member into my mouth, tasting his precum and champagne. I deep throat him at once, making him sigh in lust. He is big, so big that I probably won't be able to talk clearly in the morning.

Then I fill the tub halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard. Graining on that wood, graining on that wood. I'm swerving on that, swerve swerving on that big body, been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good. I remember removing all of our clothes while in the living room. I remember me biting my lip and looking at the pool in his backyard. I remember me running naked, all the way out of his house and to his backyard, jumping and bombing in the pool. I remember him falling right after, flushed from his recent orgasm. I remember him pulling me on him and kissing me, both of us cold from the chilling water. I remember me straddling his thick thighs and grinding to raise the heat, but the only thing I managed to raise was his boner and the heat between my thighs.

That D'USSE is the shit if I do say so myself, if I do say so myself. I remember him having a pit stop at the bar before we stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom. I remember picking up some of our clothes, only to scatter them upstairs as we stopped to make out every 2 steps, both of us wet, cold, and horny. I remember him laying me on his bed, my body in my birthday suit. I remember him pouring cognac on my breasts and down my stomach, before he sunk his lips on my tits, sucking the buds. I remember him commenting that D'USSE had never tasted this good before.

Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all of that mouth. That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far. Talkin 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard. I remember us stumbling in his house after skinny dipping, ready to fuck our brains off our heads. "You are a freak, huh? We are going to see that..." He smirks, licking his lips. Even though the water was chilly, his penis is in full erection, in his full glory. "I want you to show me all of the things you said; in the car and in the pool. Will you, angel?" He groans as he sucks hickeys on my neck.

Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve. I remember me laying on the bed, thighs spread, and pussy soaping. Calum stood in front of me, his junk in his hand. "Tell me, angel... Are you capable of handling all of that dick?' He asks me, his hand cupping and shaking his junk. I can feel myself salivating, recalling the taste his cum had. "Yes, daddy..." I moan, smiling at him.

Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol. I remember u making out on the wall next to his Warhol onion soup print, my dress hiked up my thighs and his dress shirt unbuttoned and just hanging on his shoulders. I remember him fingering me slowly as his mouth attacked mine, making me moan louder than I had ever had, even when his lips muffled my moans.

Slip the panties right to the side. Ain't got the time to take draws off, on-site. I remember his fingers fidgeting with the delicate fabric of my panties to bring them to the side, too eager to touch and pleasure me to spend the time to take them off completely.

Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike. In '97 I bite, I'm like Turner, turn up. Baby, no I don't play. Now eat the cake, Anna Mae, eat the cake, Anna Mae. I remember my body jolting as he thrust deep inside me. I remember him biting on my shoulder to stop himself from screaming as he took my tight pussy. I remember him taking me raw and deep. I remember me screaming in pleasure and hitting orgasm after orgasm, some of them being a completely new sensation for me. I remember him eating me out in-between positions, making my legs jiggle. I remember me screaming that I love his mouth and I remember him smiling, lips buried in my cunt.

Never tired, never tired. I remember us fucking again and again. Blur images of all the positions we had pop in my head as I look around me, every corner having a different story. "Are you tired, angel?" He asks me, while I catch my breath. "No daddy..."I reply, still breathless from my high. "Good, cause I am not done with you yet."

I been sipping, that's the only thing that's keeping me on fire, me on fire. I remember us emptying the bottles of champagne. Well, most went on the mattress and sheets,  and on our bodies, but we had our fair amount of alcohol. I remember that we had champagne to keep us energized, both too greedy for each other's body to stop.

Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire. I pick up my dress from the floor, examining it; it smells like bubbly and cum, both of them from when I sucked his dick, none of them meant to end up on my dress.

I've been drinking watermelon. I remember me swallowing his load, at least 3 times of the multiple he cummed last night. I remember thinking about how good it tasted and how I wanted to do it all day long, all my life.

I want your body right here, daddy. I want you, right now. Can't keep your eyes off my fatty. I remember me, still in the club, whispering in his ear that I wanted him, that I needed him. "I want you. Man, I need you so bad. I've been wanting you for years, ever since I laid my eyes on you. I need you right now, right here. Tell me that you do too. I know you do, I have caught you staring at my ass and tits so many times. You want to have me, don't you... daddy?" I whisper in his ear before we exit the club to head to his car. I remember that I wasn't even drunk at that moment, I was soberer than ever.

Daddy, I want you I smile and bite my lip, remembering both of us screaming I love you while we rode our first orgasms, the previous night. I smile at my reflection, observing all the love bites, all the hickeys, all the bruises from gripping too hard, and all of the scratches. I drop the shirt I have on before walking up the stairs, tiptoeing my way back to his bed. I try to lay back, without waking him up. I get in between his arms, feeling warm and safe in there. "Thought you left..." He mumbles, nuzzling his nose in my hair. "Where will I find better?" I ask and he chuckles.

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