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badasgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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hi I love your jesse Swanson x reader stories. Loved them!! If you're still doing requests, could I request a jesse Swanson x reader where the reader is also a singer and is in the bellas and do the part in pitch perfect 1 where they do the riff off and Jesse sings feels like the first time and do the reader rapping instead of beca?

Pretty Boy | Jesse Swanson

pairing: jesse swanson x fem!reader

fandom: pitch perfect

a/n: hii thank u for the req and sorry for taking so long i was ia for a bit, i only changed the ending bc i dont like the song because beca raps (dont attack me) hope u like it<3

"Come on, sing along," Chloe chirped, gesturing for Y/N to join the Bellas as they prepared. Y/N just shook her head, feeling anxious, riff of, what they called it wasn't her thing. But Chloe didn't seem to notice.

"Nah, I'm good," Y/N said, attempting to be polite. Chloe just nodded in response and flashed a smile of support as she joined her friends

Y/N noticed Jesse gazing at her, and she stared right back with a curious expression. Jesse cracked a mischievous smile, then madr a thumbs-down gesture and mouthed, "You're going down."

Y/N giggled as she let loose a playful blow kiss right at him. only for him to catch the kiss midair and press it against his heart

Y/N was relieved that it was night and that Jesse was too far away from her to notice her blushing. But this exchange had not gone unnoticed by Aubrey, who had been watching their whole interaction from the beginning.

"Go, Stacy!" She cheered for her closest friend as she stole the spotlight from Donald. Everyone's eyes were on her

"Baby, all through the night I'll make love to you," Fat Amy chimed in, but Jesse stepped in front of her, stopping her mid-song.

"And I guess it's just the woman in you," he sang, making the Belles groan. The rest of the group made their way to their designated spots, grumbling in protest.

"That brings out the man in me" he pointed at Y-Y/N smiling

"Idiot" she muttered trying to hide her grin

"It feels like the first time" he continued singing, opening his jacket to show his chest. He placed his hand on his heart just like before and winked at her

"Feels like the very first time"

Y/N didn't understand where her newfound confidence was coming from, but she suspected the drinks she had earlier might be playing a part. Yet, she was also convinced Jesse was behind her feelings. Without giving it any thought, she charged towards Jesse, eager to take advantage of the moment.

"it feels like the first time-"

"It's like everytime they turn the lights down," Y/N cut him off with a sly smirk and Jesse's eyes widened in amusement. He backed away and gave Y/N the spotlight with a round of applause. "just wanna go that extra mile for you"

She looked at the crowd and everyone was staring at her confused, even the Bellas.

'extra mile..?" Aubrey muttered trying to remember the song

Y/N was now regretting her decision as everyones eyes were on her, even the Bellas weren't backing her up

'Seriously does no one know this song' she thought to herself

Jesse's encouraging smile gave her the confidence she needed to dive back into the song "Go on,"

"We can get down," Y/N sang, now more in tune "Like there's no one around"

Amy and Stacey both gasped as they began to understand what Y/N was singing. Stacey had already joined in the song, her voice perfectly harmonizing with Y/N's. The two Belles' vocals blended together seamlessly, now with Amy joining them

"We keep on rockin' we keep on rockin"

"Cameras are flashin'" Amy made camera noises towards Emma and Stacey as they grinded on each other "while we're dirty dacing"

Jesse let out a sharp "woah" as Emma danced. One of the Treblemakers patted Jesse's shoulder in encouragement. Jesse didn't care about the outcome of the competition; if losing meant he got to see Y/N like this, he would willingly come up as the losing team every time.

In his eyes, Y/N was breathtakingly beautiful. Every laugh was like a melodic refrain that made his heart race a bit faster. His eyes were glued to her every movement, especially the graceful twirls that she would execute.

"They keep watchin' they keep watchin" The rest of the Bellas all joined in, singing the lyrics with the trio, except for Audrey, who seemed oblivious to the song.

Seeing as the crowd was completely caught up in Y/N's performance, she turned towards them and sang in a louder voice, "Feels like the crowd is saying", prompting the audience to join in with

"Gimme, gimme, more gimme more gimme more." Y/N beamed in satisfaction as everyone joined in and sang along with her.

"Anddd, we're out" Y/' said as they finished the song, everyone clapping and cheering. Jesse laughed joining the applause. Before he could say anything the MC came

"Okay funs over sorry laddies the word you needed to match was 'It' not 'It's'. You are CUT OFF" he shouted and the trebles cheered

"What when did that rule happen" Chloe shouted

"Whatever stupid riff off"

Y/N smiled, her expression showing no sign of disappointment. As she saw Jesse in the crowd, she sent a warm, appreciative smile and said, "Congratulations, pretty boy."

Jesse grinned mischievously and replied, "Does the winner get a gift?"

"You wish" Y/N rolled her eyes

This was the moment, Jesse thought to himself, the perfect instant to ask Y/N out. "Hey, I was wondering if maybe..."

But before he could finish, Audrey abruptly interrupted, "Y/N! We have to go."

Disappointed with the interruption, Jesse turned to Audrey, his expression one of annoyance.

"Sorry, chief's calling," she said with a light chuckle

"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked

"Definitely," Y/N replied,

Y/N followed Audrey and then suddenly stopped, turning to face Jesse once again "Jesse," she breathed, her eyes shining with determination.

With swiftness, she leaned in towards Jesse and planted a brief kiss on his cheek, leaving him completely stunned and unable to hide his flush of surprise.

"Good night"

As Y/N hurried away, Jesse was left standing there, his face flushed with surprise. His hand was still covering the spot on his cheek where the unexpected kiss landed he murmured to himself

"Good night... fucking hell." He shook his head the grin never leaving his face

#jesse swanson pitch perfect #pitch perfect #jesse swanson #jesse swanson x reader #jesse swanson x y/n #jesse swanson fic #jesse swanson imagine #pitch perfect fanfiction #pitch perfect imagine #skylar astin

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navia3000 · 7 months ago

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heyy :)

(if you’re open to this)

Could you do a jesse (from pitch perfect) x reader ?

Honestly this man doesn’t get enough love on tumblr and it’s so frustrating 😔😔

hope ur having a good day !! :)

d o n ’ t y o u ( f o r g e t a b o u t m e )

Includes : Jesse Swanson

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Cursing

Based on : Don’t you (forget about me) by Simple Minds

A/N : Hi!! Thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry this is so short, I didn’t really know what to write but I hope it lived up to your expectations :)) have a good day, lovely!

She could feel the beads of sweat dripping down her face, her feet rushing her to her destination. She was running late to her class on her first day of school, mentally chiding herself for being so careless.

She wasn’t looking where she was walking, too distracted by the anxiety running through her body, when she walked right into somebody else. She instantly felt two strong hands grab her waist, hoping to steady her, and she also felt the unpleasant burn from the coffee she was hoping to drink on her torso.

“Ah, shit!” She exclaimed. She hadn’t yet looked at who she ran into, her attention on her burning chest.

“Are you okay?” A man’s voice asked. Realizing her mistake, she looked up, and she felt as though Cupid shot an arrow right through her heart. She became addicted to the chocolate brown eyes looking into hers, she fell in love with the lips that were downturned in concern. “Are you alright?” He asked again after receiving no response the first time.

She snapped out of her trance, “yeah! yeah, Im so sorry, that was totally my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she watched as his eyes trailed down to her coffee-stained shirt, and he winced. “I’m sorry about your shirt.”

“It’s alright, I’m more upset about the lost caffeine,” she joked, trying to have as long an interaction with the mysterious man as possible, her class long forgotten.

He stared at her for a moment, his lips tilting up into a smirk, “well, maybe we can get some coffee sometime, you know, to make up for it.” To say she was shocked was an understatement. She wasn’t expecting him to ask her out, she thought they would go about their days, his encounter with her far from his mind.

“I would love that!” She rushed out. She flushed from embarrassment at how quick she was to say yes, and he saw it too. He chuckled, eyes twinkling as they looked into hers.

“We could go now,” he suggested, something seemingly labeled as hope taking over his face and tone.

She hesitated, thinking about how horrible of a student she would be if she skipped class on her first day of college, but made the mistake of looking into his eyes, becoming enchanted into saying yes.

From that moment in time, a beautiful friendship bloomed, soon morphing into something more, something unforgettable.

Don't you, forget about me

Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't you, forget about me

#jesse swanson #jesse swanson x reader #pitch perfect #pitch perfect imagine #pitch perfect x reader #skylar astin #skylar astin x reader

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ellswritings · 1 month ago

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The Flirting Game

Aka the three times you make him blush, and the one time you don’t.

Jesse Swanson x reader

TW: Cocky reader, romantic tension, and tooth-rotting fluff.

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Barden University was never Y/N’s first choice in a college. In fact, college was never even on her radar in the first place. The girl’s original plan after graduating high school was to make it big as a singer. She could dance, sing, and act if she really wanted to. But her voice was something she’s always relied on when it came to being successful. Unfortunately, her desire to be famous and successful was shut down by her parents. Her mother being a neurosurgeon and her dad being the governor of the state of California, the were both very insistent she go to school. Even if it was just for a backup plan.

Needless to say, they won that battle.

They told her they could pay to send her to any school of her choosing, but Y/N refused. She’s always been one to do things and accomplish them based on her own merit. She applied to multiple different schools, and Barden was the first one to reach out and say she had been accepted. Does she regret not waiting before accepting their offer? Yes. Mostly because her grades got her into Columbia University, but that would’ve been way more expensive. And she’s determined to pay her way through college on her own.

The hallway outside the audition room is buzzing with nervous excitement. Y/N takes a deep breath, grateful to be out of the intense environment, but as soon as she steps into the hallway, she spots someone leaning casually against the vending machine. His dark hair is slightly tousled, and there’s a playful glint in his eyes.

“Hey,” he calls out, a smirk playing on his lips. “You were just in there, right?”

Y/N arches an eyebrow, assessing the stranger for a second. He’s cute, that much is obvious, but there’s something almost too confident in the way he’s looking at her. “Maybe,” she responds coolly. “You stalking the auditions or something?”

He chuckles, stepping away from the machine and sauntering toward her. “No, no. Just... happen to be waiting for a friend who hasn’t gone yet,” he explains kindly. “I caught a bit of your performance.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N crosses her arms, intrigued despite herself. “And how would you rate it? Since you took the time out of your day to stand here and listen. I’m sure you have plenty of critiques.”

He grins, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “No critiques, I swear. Just... admiration.”

“Admiration,” she echoes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s cute.”

He blinks, clearly taken aback by her forwardness. “Uh, thanks? I mean, I was being serious. You’re good.”

Y/N smirks, stepping a little closer. “I know I’m good, but I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”

The guy stumbles over his words, clearly not expecting her confidence. “Right, yeah. I just thought—”

“You thought what?” she interrupts, her eyes glinting with mischief. “That you’d swoop in with some charming lines and I’d be all impressed?”

He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, when you say it like that...”

Y/N narrows her eyes playfully. “What’s your name?”

“Jesse,” he says quickly, extending his hand with a sheepish smile. “And no, I wasn’t trying to, uh, swoop in. Promise.”

She looks at his hand for a moment before shaking it. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He’s still holding her hand a little longer than necessary, and Y/N raises an eyebrow.

“You planning on letting go anytime soon, Jesse?”

He immediately drops her hand, flustered. “Right, sorry. So, uh, what group are you hoping to get into?”

“I’m not hoping,” she says smoothly, leaning against the wall. “I know I’m getting in.”

Jesse chuckles, clearly impressed but still trying to regain some ground. “You’ve got confidence. I like that.”

Y/N tilts her head, smirking at him. “Confidence is everything. Wouldn’t you say, Swanson.”

Jesse opens his mouth to reply, but then pauses. “Wait, how’d you know my last name?”

Y/N grins, leaning in slightly as she whispers, “You’re not the only one who likes to scout out the competition. Just the only one dumb enough to make yourself known.”

He’s visibly flustered now, and Y/N revels in how easily she’s thrown him off his game. “Touché.”

“Better luck next time,” she teases, pushing off the wall. “Catch you later, Jesse.”

She gives him a playful wink before walking away, leaving Jesse standing there, completely dumbfounded and wondering what just happened.

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The empty arena is buzzing with post-initiation excitement. The Bellas, Trebles, and other a capella groups are scattered throughout the empty space, celebrating in their own ways. The air smells like cheap beer and adrenaline, but Y/N’s more entertained watching the chaos than participating in it.

She stands behind one of the many rows of concrete seats. Stars twinkle in the sky as sips her drink. A small smile makes its way onto her face as she watches two of her new acquaintances, Beca and Chloe dance together on the floor. Beca is a lot more stiff than her redhead counterpart, but at least she’s trying to show she’s interested. Suddenly, Jesse appears out of nowhere, his eyes lighting up when he spots her. He’s clearly tipsy, his steps a little uneven, but his usual cocky grin is still in place.

“Well, well, well,” he says, stumbling to a stop in front of her. “Look who’s all cool and aloof.”

Y/N arches an eyebrow, smirking. “Look who’s all drunk and sloppy.”

He lets out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not that bad, am I?”

“You’re one wrong step away from falling down the steps,” she teases, eyeing him up and down. “But hey, I’ve seen worse.”

“Worse?” Jesse echoes, stepping a little closer, his smirk widening. “That’s not exactly reassuring.”

“I didn’t say I was trying to reassure you,” Y/N quips, taking another sip of her drink. “Maybe you need to be taken down a peg.”

Jesse grins, clearly emboldened by the alcohol. “Oh yeah? You think you’re up for that challenge?”

Y/N chuckles, stepping forward until she’s barely inches away from him. She can feel the heat radiating off his skin, and she knows she’s got him right where she wants him. “I don’t think it’d be much of a challenge, Swanson.”

Jesse’s breath catches, and for a moment, he looks like he’s about to say something clever, but Y/N beats him to it, placing her hand on his chest. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Flustered?” Jesse tries to sound offended, but his voice comes out a little too high-pitched. “I’m not flustered.”

Y/N just grins, leaning even closer, her lips hovering near his ear. “Oh, you definitely are.”

Jesse shivers, and Y/N can see the way his face flushes. He’s definitely flustered, and she’s loving every second of it.

“You’re... you’re dangerous,” he mutters, trying to compose himself. “You know that, right?”

“Dangerous?” she echoes, her voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “Perhaps,” she smirks calmly. “Would you like to find out just how dangerous I can really be?”

Jesse’s eyes bore into hers. She can smell the beer on his breath, but it doesn’t deter her. The skin from his neck to his cheeks is completely red. She snakes her hand up and places it gently on the back of his neck, messing with the baby hairs that rest there. She can feel the heat of his skin, despite the chills that erupt on his body from her touch. He doesn’t move away from her. In fact, his lips part just slightly, showing just how desperately he wants to play with danger.

For a brief moment, she considers closing the distance between them, maybe even kissing him just to see how he’d react. But instead, she pulls back at the last second, her smirk widening as she watches him try to recover.

“Maybe next time, Swanson,” she says, giving him a playful pat on the chest before walking away, leaving him standing there, completely dumbfounded.

Jesse watches her retreat, shaking his head in disbelief. “What just happened?” he mutters to himself, still grinning.

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It was late, and the campus was unusually quiet as Y/N and Jesse stepped out of the radio station, the night air cool against their skin. They’d spent the last hour bickering over their favorite songs, Jesse defending his love of 80s rock, while Y/N insisted that nothing could top early 2000s pop hits. Their conversations were always easy, filled with sarcasm and teasing, but tonight had been different—there was something in the air, some undercurrent that neither of them seemed to acknowledge.

Being in the Barden Bella’s could be difficult at some points. Especially with Aubrey Posen breathing down all of their necks. The blonde woman has a vendetta against one specific a capella group, the Treblemakers. Unfortunately, that was the group Jesse got recruited into.

During hood night, Aubrey was practically fuming when she saw how Y/N was with Jesse. In fact, she confronted the girl during rehearsals the following week, telling her if she saw anything like that again, Y/N would be out of the group. She, of course, didn’t take Aubrey’s warning very seriously. She’s already lost two girls based on this vow, and at the rate they’re currently moving at, if she gets rid of Y/N, there’s no way they’d win at Lincoln center.

For a while, she did try to avoid Jesse, just to keep the peace. But she realized it was too addicting to mess with the boy. He just made making him flustered way too easy. It’s almost addicting. So when he offers to walk her home, how could she turn down such an ample opportunity.

Jesse walked beside her, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He hesitated for a second before breaking the silence. “You want me to walk you to your dorm?”

Y/N didn’t miss a beat, her lips curling into a smirk as she gave him a sidelong glance. “What’s this? Jesse Swanson, my personal bodyguard?”

He chuckled, though it came out more nervous than he intended. “Just thought I’d be a gentleman, you know? Make sure you get back safe. It’s dark out.”

“Mmm,” Y/N hummed thoughtfully, pretending to consider it. “And what do I owe you for this gallant service? A song request at the station? A mixtape of all your favorite 80s ballads?”

Jesse laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t subject you to that again. How about just… your eternal gratitude?”

Y/N stopped walking abruptly, turning to face him. She crossed her arms over her chest, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Eternal gratitude, huh? That’s a pretty tall order, Swanson.”

Jesse stopped too, grinning at her, though there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “I’ll settle for a ‘thank you,’ maybe a smile. I’m a simple guy.”

“Oh, just a ‘thank you’? Such modesty.” Y/N stepped closer, her voice dropping to a lower, more playful tone. “And here I thought you were after something more.”

Jesse blinked, visibly caught off guard by her sudden proximity. “Uh, I—” he started, but whatever comeback he was searching for seemed to die in his throat as he stared at her.

Y/N laughed softly, clearly enjoying how easily flustered he got. She placed a hand on his arm, her touch light and teasing. “Relax, Jesse. I’m just messing with you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jesse muttered, shaking his head as if to snap himself out of it. “You’re too good at that, by the way.”

“Good at what?” she asked, though the mischievous glint in her eyes told him she knew exactly what he meant.

Jesse huffed, exasperated. “Getting under my skin.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow, leaning in even closer, her breath brushing against his ear. “Maybe you’re just too easy to get under.”

Jesse swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. “Maybe,” he murmured, though it sounded more like a concession than an actual response.

They stood like that for a beat too long—her close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body, her lips so close to his cheek that if he turned just slightly, they’d touch. Jesse’s heart was pounding in his chest, and for a split second, he thought maybe this was the moment. But then, in true Y/N fashion, she pulled away with a grin, breaking the tension as easily as she’d created it.

“Come on, Swanson,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “Let’s get going before you make this weird.”

Jesse let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and fell into step beside her, his brain still trying to catch up with what had just happened. “Right,” he muttered, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Wouldn’t want things to get weird.”

But as they continued walking, Y/N couldn’t help but glance over at him every now and then, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. She loved how easily she could fluster him—it was like a game. And the best part? Jesse seemed to enjoy playing along just as much.

“So,” she said after a few moments of silence, her tone casual, but the mischief in her eyes was unmistakable. “Does this gentlemanly escort service come with a guarantee? Like, if I get jumped, are you actually going to throw punches? Or just stand there looking pretty?”

Jesse laughed, though he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “I’d throw punches. Maybe not good punches, but punches nonetheless.”

“Oh, great,” Y/N teased. “So I can count on you for a half-hearted swing and then some pretty-boy posturing?”

Jesse scoffed, pretending to be offended. “Pretty-boy posturing? Please. I’m more than just a pretty face, Y/N. I’ve got charm. Wit. Unmatched banter skills.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, clearly unimpressed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He shot her a sideways grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You don’t believe me?”

“Believe you?” Y/N repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I believe that you think you’re charming. But as for the rest of us? Jury’s still out.”

Jesse placed a hand dramatically over his heart, feigning hurt. “Wow, way to bruise my ego, Y/N.”

“Your ego needs bruising,” she quipped. “It’s getting way too big for your head.”

They both laughed, the sound echoing across the quiet campus as they continued walking. But as they neared her dorm, the playful banter between them started to fade, replaced by something more—something neither of them seemed willing to address head-on.

Jesse slowed his pace as they reached the entrance to her building, turning to face her. “Well, here we are.”

“Here we are,” Y/N echoed, her voice softer now, the teasing edge gone.

There was a brief, awkward pause as they both stood there, neither of them quite sure how to end the night. Jesse shifted on his feet, glancing at her with that same unsure smile he always gave her when he was nervous. “So… goodnight?”

Y/N smirked, taking a step closer to him, her voice dropping to that playful tone she knew always got under his skin. “That’s it? I thought I owed you my eternal gratitude.”

Jesse blinked, caught off guard once again. “Uh, right. I mean, you could—”

She didn’t let him finish. Instead, Y/N reached out, grabbing the collar of his jacket and tugging him closer, her lips hovering just inches from his. “Thanks for walking me,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

Jesse’s brain short-circuited. He could barely think, let alone speak. “Y-you’re welcome.”

Y/N grinned at how flustered he was, enjoying every second of it. But just when it seemed like she might close the distance between them, she let go of his jacket and took a step back, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded.

“Goodnight, Jesse,” she said with a wink before turning on her heel and heading inside, leaving Jesse standing there, still trying to process what had just happened.

As the door closed behind her, Jesse let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head with a small, defeated smile.

She’d won this round. Again. But something told him he wasn’t quite ready to give up the game just yet.

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Backstage at Lincoln Center, the buzz of excitement was electric. The Bellas were huddled together, running through last-minute vocal exercises, but Y/N’s mind wasn’t exactly on the task at hand. Sure, she was ready to perform, confident in their setlist and her place in the group, but something else was pulling her focus tonight—Jesse.

He wasn’t being his usual goofy self. Well, not entirely. Y/N had noticed a shift in his behavior over the past couple of days. The playful glances they exchanged weren’t just playful anymore. They were heavier, more intense, and laced with something unspoken.

Aubrey surprisingly found a way to let loose. She apologized to Y/N for her rude behavior and actually gave her ‘blessing’ for their weird relationship. Not that she needed the woman’s blessing, but it was nice to know that she wouldn’t be kicked out of the group for simply playing with the poor boy.

Now, as she stands off to the side, letting out a long breath to calm her nerves, she could feel Jesse’s eyes on her again. When she glanced across the room, there he was—watching her from where he stood with the Treblemakers, leaning against the wall with that stupid grin she’d grown way too fond of.

She raised an eyebrow, and instead of backing down, Jesse pushed himself off the wall and began making his way toward her. The confidence in his stride was new, different from the easy-going, jokey guy she’d spent so much time teasing.

Y/N forced herself to focus on her breathing. It’s fine. He’s just being Jesse. But the closer he got, the more she realized that whatever this thing was between them, it was building to something—and fast.

When he finally reached her, Jesse stopped just in front of her, standing a little closer than usual. He tilted his head, giving her a once-over before meeting her gaze with a grin. “You look ready to kill it out there.”

Y/N smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh, I am. The real question is—are you ready? Because I’ve heard you singing your set, Swanson. And, I mean... it’s cute, but it’s not exactly mind-blowing.”

Jesse’s grin widened. “Oh, it’s cute, huh? Cute enough to beat you?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not missing the flicker of determination in his eyes. He wasn’t backing down tonight, and it was... kind of hot. “Not a chance. You forget, I don’t lose.”

Jesse stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His voice dropped, the playful edge still there but darker, more serious. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Tonight... you are definitely losing.”

Y/N blinked, thrown by the boldness of his words. “Bold move,” she nods. “But let’s be real—you’re all talk.”

Jesse chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The movement was so unexpected, so intimate, that Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. “I’m not all talk, Y/N. Not with you.”

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool, but the tension between them was palpable. She’d been in control of their banter for weeks, but tonight, Jesse was flipping the script, and it was starting to get to her.

“Oh yeah?” she said, keeping her voice low as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Then prove it.”

Jesse’s grin turned wicked. He leaned in slowly, his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. “Careful what you wish for,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, but she refused to let him see how much he was affecting her. “I’m not scared of you, Jesse.”

“Good,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. “Because I’ve been dying to do this since I met you.”

Before Y/N could respond, Jesse closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but playful. It was slow, deliberate, filled with a quiet intensity that made her knees go weak. She wasn’t used to this side of him—the one that took charge, that knew exactly what he wanted and went for it without hesitation.

For a moment, Y/N let herself melt into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip the front of his shirt. The world around them seemed to blur, the noise of the backstage chaos fading into the background. It was just them—just this moment.

But then, just as quickly as it started, Jesse pulled back, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. He didn’t move away entirely, though. His hand remained on her cheek, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on her skin.

Y/N blinked, trying to process what had just happened. “That was... unexpected.”

Jesse smirked, his voice low and full of mischief. “I told you. I’m not all talk.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, though there was a playful glint behind them. “You think one kiss is going to rattle me? Please, I’ve had better.”

Jesse chuckled softly, clearly not buying her bluff. “Sure you have.”

Y/N bit her lip, determined to regain the upper hand. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to win.”

Jesse’s breath hitched, and Y/N knew she’d gotten to him. For a moment, she reveled in the victory, but then Jesse did something she wasn’t expecting—he took a step back, giving her space, but his eyes never left hers.

“You know what the best part about all of this is?” he asked, his voice calm, almost cocky.

“What?” Y/N replied, crossing her arms again, her gaze wary.

Jesse’s grin was slow, confident. “The fact that you’re going to be thinking about that kiss every time you see me. And when we’re out there performing, you won’t be able to stop thinking about it. About me.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but she forced herself to stay cool. “You really think you’ve got that kind of power over me, huh?”

Jesse stepped closer again, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t think it—I know it.”

For once, Y/N didn’t have a comeback. He was too confident, too sure of himself, and she hated to admit it, but he was right. That kiss had rattled her more than she’d like to admit.

Jesse’s grin softened as he reached out, his hand brushing against hers briefly before dropping back to his side. “See you out there, L/N. Try not to get too distracted.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Y/N standing there, her mind spinning. She watched him go, her eyes narrowing as he disappeared into the crowd of performers.

Damn him.

He was winning, and he knew it.

But Y/N wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. If Jesse thought he had her figured out, he had another thing coming. She’d play along for now, but the next round? That would be hers.

As she rejoined the Bellas, she tried to shake off the lingering heat of the moment, focusing on the competition. But as they prepared to do their group pep talk , she couldn’t help but glance over at Jesse one last time.

He caught her eye as the rest of the Trebles walk out on stage, the music starting. A knowing smirk covers his face, as he gives her a subtle wink.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

#beca mitchell #x reader #fluff #chloe beale #aubrey posen #jesse swanson #pitch perfect #imagine #a cappella

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oncasette · 2 years ago

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all the boys i’ve loved before

i saw this on tiktok and thought it was cute omg. this is just off the top of my head but <3

A. adrien chase. andrew neiman. alfie solomons. adrian ivashkov.

B. barry allen. bruce wayne. bradley bradshaw. benny miller. benjamin barry.

C. charlie dalton. clark kent. cameron frye. carlisle cullen.

D. daniel larusso. darry curtis. draco malfoy. druig. din djarin. dean di laurentis. duke orsino.

E. eddie munson. eddie brock. eric northman.

F. finnick odair. finn hudson. frankie morales. ferris bueller. fred weasley. frank castle.

G. george weasley. garrett graham.

H. harry potter. hunter davenport.

J. johnny lawrence. javier peña. jj maybank. jason dean. james potter. jack daniels. jim hopper. jake seresin. jesse swanson. johnny castle.

K. knox overstreet. kai parker.

L. luke skywalker. luke castellan.

M. marcus pike. matt murdock.

N. nick bradshaw.

O. oliver wood. obi-wan kenobi.

P. peeta mellark. phil wenneck. peter parker. peter quill. peter hayes. poor heyward. pacey witter. percy jackson.

R. ronald miller. rafe cameron. rick flag. regulus black. remus lupin. ron weasley. rodrick heffley.

S. stiles stilinski. stuart twombly. steven meeks. sirius black. scott lang. steven strange. steve rogers. seth cohen. stu macher.

T. thomas. topper thornton. theseus scamander. thomas shelby.

V. vinny pazienza.

W. willard hewitt. walt finnegan.

Z. zemo. zed necrodopolis.

tagging @fleurfairie @lucasnclair @forourmoons @dameronscopilot & anyone that wants to participate!!

#tag game

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years ago

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Blue Jays

Emily junk x Male Reader.

Request : emily junk x reader. Reader is famous and goes to barden bella college to see his childhood/girlfriend emily and the other bellas are shocked.

Emily went to your apartment and you gave her the key. Emily saw you, she runs to you and jumped on you. you fell on the couch and you can't stop smiling at her.

“I missed you so much!” Emily smile.

You were going to say something but she started to kiss you.

“I missed you too, babe,” You said.

You kiss her back and she can't stop smiling. Emily got off you and she helped you get up from the couch. You helped Emily unpack her suitcase and she changes into her pajamas. Emily starts to talk about what is going on with the Bellas and on campus.

“So they don't know we are together?” You asked.

“No, I haven't told them. And they don't know you are back. I wanted to be alone with you before they see them” Emily said.

“Good idea to do that” You smiled.

After eating dinner, you start to massage her feet.

“We have a competition coming up in a few days... Y/n will you be there?” Emily said.

“I will be there for you. Just tell me the time and place” You said.

You and Emily smiled at each other. Later, you and Emily cuddle on the couch and watched a movie.

“I think Aubrey is secreting dating Jesse Swanson,” Emily said.

“Who is Jesse Swanson?” You asked

“He is in the group called The Treblemakers. I think he is annoying but I caught them flirting with each other” Emily said.

“Do you think anyone else knows?” You asked.

“I don't think so. Oh, I almost forgot I will send you the text when is the competition” Emily smiled.

She sent you the text and she kissed you on the lips. You and Emily start to do karaoke together, you always have fun with her.

You have known Emily since you were five years old. You and Emily used to get spend so much time together during school and after school. You and Emily started to date senior year of high school, since you were a kid you told her that you would marry her. Emily didn't believe you because you were seven years old. You didn't finish college, because you got famous for acting and singing but Emily went to college. The relationship is private and you don't say her name during interviews.

Emily’s friends don't know that you're her boyfriend. If she did tell them they won't believe her because you're famous.

✯ ✬ ✫ ✬

The day of the competition... You haven't shown up and Emily is starting to feel down. She told her friends that she has a boyfriend but they didn't believe her, because Emily never spoke about you.

“Where is your mystery boyfriend?” Fat Amy asked.

“He is coming. He is just late” Emily said.

“You didn't have to make him up, Emily,” Aubrey said.

“I didn't make him up. Just because I don't talk about him doesn't mean, I made him up” Emily said.

The Bellas are backstage waiting for The Treblemakers to finish. Emily hopes you will make it to the show on time. You left the meeting and you buy flowers for Emily and you try to make it to the show.

“What’s his name?” Beca asked.

“His name is y/n,” Emily said.

“How come you never spoke about him?” Chole asked.

“Is it because he is imaginary?” Fat Amy said.

Emily was going to say something but they had to go on stage. Emily and her friends start to sing and Emily tries to look for you in the audience. You arrived late to the show and you stood in the back. You were able to watch Emily perform and you loved it.

You go backstage and Emily is talking with her friends. Her friends are in shock and you hugged Emily and she kissed you on the lips.

“Emily, I got this for you,” You said.

“I thought you didn't make it on time. What happened” Emily said.

“I was in a meeting and traffic was bad,” You said.

“He is your boyfriend?” Chole asked.

“Yes, y/n is my boyfriend” Emily smiled.

Emily introduced you to her friends and you smiled at them.

“Wow, I saw you in that movie with Johnny Depp,” Aubrey said.

“So, you are not imaginary,” Fat Amy said.

“What?” You said.

“They thought I made you up,” Emily said.

You laughed “I am very real”

Some people saw you and they asked for your picture and autograph.

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Later, you took Emily and her friends out to eat.

“Y/n, do you have a famous rich hot brother?” Fat Amy asked.

“Amy!” Emily said.

You start to laugh.

“What? It is a serious question” Fat Amy said.

“This is fun” You smiled.

Later, everyone joins in and start to do karaoke. You did a duet with Emily, Fat Amy and Beca.

#x male reader #male!reader #emily junk #Emily junk x reader #Emily junk x male reader #Emily junk imagine #pitch perfect #pitch perfect imagine

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sandrawrites13 · 5 years ago

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the one | | jesse swanson x reader

request: Could you do a Pitch Perfect Jesse x Fem! Reader where they maybe meet through Beca and instantly click when the reader mentions something about being really into movies like Jesse is? Idk but something fluffy would be great

jesse is so soft and i love him. ugh my little dork bean. we stan him.

i kind of wanna write a part two??? would you be down????????????????????????????????????????????/ idk i think i’m stupid hahahahhhahujne

warnings: not a warning but friday was the lovely (and my wife) taylor swift’s 30th birthday and i’d appreciate it if you streamed lover for me :) preferably paper rings and cruel summer :). thanks

“jesse! jesse!” beca screamed as she rushed after the man about thirty feet away. her heels clicked mercilessly against the ground, your wrist planted in her hand. “jesse! j. . . for fuck’s sake -- JESSE!” she yelled, finally letting her voice break through the crowd of people.

jumping slightly, jesse turned around, stripping his headphones off of his head. “. . . bec? what’s. . . uh. . . what’s up?” he asked, his eyes darting to you and then back to the brunette still gripping your hand.

“jesse, this . . .” she glanced in your direction, noticing you now momentarily cowering behind her. she heavily sighed, pulling you out from behind her. “this is y/n.”

jesse was thrown back for a moment, staring, unable to come up with words. he forced himself to look back at beca, raising his eyebrows.

“um. . . cool?”

beca leaned on her tiptoes before falling back to her heels, sending a glare his way. she coughed in irritation, emphasizing her point. “ahem. jesse, this is y/n,” she said.

jesse coughed back. “ahem. beca, i know,” he muttered through his teeth. “no offense to your friend here, but--.”

“y/n l/n,” she repeated, harder. the awkward exchange made your blood boil and your skin crawl. half of you just wanted to get out of there and the other half was intrigued as to why beca wanted you to meet this guy so badly.

suddenly, his eyes went wide in realization and they connected emotionally for a moment, beca’s features exclaiming annoyance and jesse’s the ‘ohhhh’ moment.

“y/n that somehow is the only other person that likes E.T.?” he asked, a little hope in his eyes that seemed to grow as your smile grew.

“yes, that’s me!” you exclaimed proudly, now pushing beca to the side to view him. “i’ve watched that movie at least 6000 times!”

“6000? weak. 80-hundred. at least,” he replied, laughing boomingly before perking once more, “what about the breakfast--.”

“the breakfast club!” you interrupted. “YES. i love that movie. oh, and God, pretty in pink? literally the reason i breathe.” at that, he chuckled, only you then noticing that beca had made her escape to find chloe.

jesse’s face, which was lit up, smiled, his eyes staring in yours for a second before they fell down. “what’s the other movie? mean girls,” he said.

you could feel your face getting red at the stare, both thankful and unthankful for the swift conversation change. “i love that movie,” you replied, bouncing with excitement. “i haven’t watched it in years.”

“i watched it last week! in my words, you need a monthly lindsey lohan binge. you know. before she lost her rails,” he said. you nodded, grinning, and holding back a chuckle.

“oh my God, you’re so right,” you agreed absent-mindlessly, mostly focusing on his smile that grew every time he spoke and his eyebrows that rose when he looked at you. “i guess i should rent it again one day.” to that, he paused, leaving an unsettling quiet between the two of you.

wordlessly, he looked down at his phone to coat the silence, shrugging. “well, y/n, i think that sounds like you’re in need for an old classic,” he said, nudging you in the shoulder. “maybe we should watch mean girls together one day.”

“together?” you spoke out quickly, your face filling with surprise. you coughed at the swift octave change, coating your clear embarrassment. “i mean. . . yeah. that’s uh, that’s cool. . .”

“sounds like a date?” he asked, meeting your eyes.

“sounds like a date.”

#jesse swanson x reader #pitch perfect x reader #pitch perfect drabble #jesse swanson drabble #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #jesse x reader #jesse swanson imagine #pitch perfect imagine #pitch perfect one shot #fluff

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 7 years ago

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Miss - Jesse Swanson

Pairing: Jesse Swanson x Reader

Characters: Jesse Swanson, Benji Applebaum

Warnings: N/A

Request: @xzoelliex: “could I possible have an imagine about Jesse Swanson from Pitch Perfect? Maybe where they’re both dating and he’s a Treblemaker and she’s a Bella, and sharing a dorm room (same bed, room, closet etc) so that mean they spend every single day together for a year. But he has to go away for a week and just fluff and cute stuff etc etc (including when he gets back)”

Word Count: 820

Author: Hannah

Having someone with you 24/7 took a lot, not just for you but for the other person as well.

You needed to learn how the other person worked; what time they got up in the morning, what time they went to bed, what type of things they liked to have around them and what they didn’t like.

The other person also needed to learn how you worked.

You were lucky enough for the other person to be your boyfriend, Jesse.

Jesse and you met when you were both auditioning for the acapella groups in your university – you became a Bella whilst Jesse became a Treblemaker.

A year later, a lot had happened.

You were living with Jesse in a dorm room, you had become the head of the Bellas and Jesse was the head of the Treblemakers.

Jesse was going away for a week to a competition that the Treblemakers were competing in, and you knew it was going to be hell whilst he was away.

Sure, the two of you weren’t with each other every second of every day, but for a year you saw each other every single day and slept next to each other at night so having to go without that for the first time was going to be a challenge.

Your fellow Bellas had managed to occupy you by getting you to stay with them in the Bella house, so it wasn’t as if you were by yourself the whole time.

They all knew how much you loved Jesse and when he wasn’t there, they saw you not being yourself.

It was strange for all of them because they were used to you being upbeat and happy all the time, but without Jesse it was as if you weren’t like that all the time – you had your moments where you would be all hyper but it wasn’t all the time as it was previously.

Needless to say, when Jesse was arriving home, the Bellas were beyond overjoyed because it meant that you would be going back to yourself.

You were stood at the front of the university, where the coach would be parking, patiently waiting for Jesse to get off of the coach.

When you saw the coach, you realised that Benji was waving to you out of the window with a massive smile on his face.

“Y/N!” he yelled out to you “We won!”

You couldn’t help but smile at Benji’s excitement.

Of course, you already knew that the Treblemakers had won as Jesse had called you immediately, but seeing Benji so excited was honestly just lovely.

The coach then parked up, and the first person off was your boyfriend.

He dropped his bags, running to you immediately and picking you up in a hug whilst spinning you around.

You squealed in delight, hugging him tighter and then looking down at him with a smile on your face.

He smiled right back at you “God Baby, I have missed you.”

“I think I may have missed you more,” you whispered as you rested your forehead on his due to you still being held up in his arms.

As he slowly placed you on the ground, the rest of the Treblemakers came to sweep you up in hugs causing you to start laughing.

“Of course, I missed all of you guys too.”

Benji laughed, squeezing you for extra effect, “Our leader just wasn’t right without his missus next to him,” he whispered in your ear.

You smiled at him, before glancing over at Jesse who was laughing and talking with his guys.

He looked over at you, and caught your gaze before slowly making his way over to you.

Once he reached you, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head “Next time, I am bringing you with me.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m a Bella Jesse, we weren’t competing so I couldn’t go,” you reminded him.

He pouted “I do not care.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend acting like a child “Come on Love, we’ve got movie watching to catch up on.”

He grabbed his bags, waving bye to his guys and yelling that they would have rehearsal in two days as he wanted the next day to cuddle his girlfriend.

You were blushing at his words, especially because he yelled it all over university campus but the rest of the Treblemakers just laughed.

“Don’t have too much fun!” one of them yelled, as the others wolf whistled.

“We don’t need any mini Trebles just yet!”

You turned around “Who said they’ll be Trebles?” you joked with a smile on your face.

Jesse chuckled, pulling you closer to him with his arm around you “Baby, we’ve got all the time for that.”

“I really have missed you Jesse.”

He smiled, kissing you for the first time in over a week, “And I you.”

#Hannah #Jesse Swanson #Jesse Swanson One Shot #Jesse Swanson Imagine #Pitch Perfect #Pitch Perfect One Shot #Pitch Perfect Imagine #Request #xzoelliex #Benji Applebaum #Miss

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evdothansen · 7 years ago

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Hood Night – Benji Applebaum x Swanson!Reader

Author’s Note: i couldn’t quite match the protective because idk that’s not the vibe big bro jesse gives me. i think this would be more like him, but i’m sorry this probably sucks;

Pairing: Benji Applebaum x Swanson!Reader;

Request: “could i request a benji x reader where reader is Jesse's younger sister so he gets really protective of her and it's just kinda fluffy and stuff??”;

Word Count: ;

TW: swearing, i believe, and the fic is terrible;

You hollered along with the crowd as the Treblemakers stopped breathily on their final pose for Lollipop. Your brother was the last one up, wearing his glowing smirk on his face, and you couldn't help but smile too from your seat on the first line. You couldn't possibly say how happy you were that Jesse had found acapella and the Trebles, because he seemed to be happier and prouder than ever when he was onstage with them. As the other boys got up, he winked at you before reaching his hand out to help the one by his side up – a pale boy with a golden voice and angel-like blond locks who you already knew. Jesse's best friend, Benji Applebaum. He followed Jesse's look and realized you were sitting there, clapping along with the other freshmen, and then offered you a shaky smile before turning away hurriedly. You hid your laughter.

On the next song, though, you couldn't stop cackling. Sure, the vocals were well done, their vocal percussionist was amazing, and the choreography was pretty impressive, but, whenever you looked at Benji, he would be doing the funniest and dorkiest things. When the boys jumped to the front and the girls around you ran to the stage's bottom, you stayed put, to what both your brother and Benji shot you challenging looks. You knew they meant completely different things, and Jesse's face told you he wouldn't let that one wear off.

Eighteen years having Jesse Swanson as an older brother, you knew exactly what each sign he gave you was saying, and, right now, he was provoking you. You tried to look away and your eyes met Benji doing a funny dance, which, of course, only made it worse. You could see on Jesse's smirk what he was telling you – that he knew you had a crush on his best friend since he first spent spring break with you, on their freshman year, and he was not gonna let it go easily. You hoped he could read you as well as you could read him, and told him to fuck off with your eyes.

As you headed out of the Auditorium and saw Benji running to catch up with you, though, you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Hey, Y/N!" He called, waving, and you waved back. "So, freshman year, right? You must be really excited! I remember being really excited."

"Yeah, freshman year!" You replied quickly, a big smile still on your face. "I am! I guess I really wanna try out all things I can, so, yeah. But, I mean, being Jesse's sister, you probably know my first intention is auditioning for the Bellas."

Benji's smile went even wider. "Do so! The Bellas are great! Beca is seriously cool, don't be intimidated by the black eyeshadow, ok? I promise she's cool."

You chuckled. "Yeah, Benji, I should know. I mean, she's my brother's girlfriend. I sort of know her."

Benji laughed awkwardly and facepalmed himself. "Oh. That's r-right, I guess." He said through a forced smiled, fidgeting with his hands. You knew, because Jesse had told you, that that meant they were sweating, which meant he was nervous. To talk to you? You pushed that thought away. "But, anyways, you should be just fine. I mean, you have an amazing voice and Chloe and Beca aren't jerks like Bumper was when he didn't let me into the Trebles because I was too weird. I-I mean, not that you are weird. You aren't. You're completely normal. No, wait, that's not what I–"

"Benji, Y/N! I see you've already... Ran into eachother." Jesse chimed in, much for Benji's relief. He shot you a suggestive smirk, and you rolled your eyes before staring at the ground. "You know, I think this is a nice opportunity for you guys. The two biggest freaks I know, who can at long last finally be freaks together on a daily basis."

"Jesse, you are an idiot." You told him with a sweet smile, which he sarcastically retributed. Boy, would that be a long year.

Thankfully enough, you'd made it into the Barden Bellas. Beca tried not to be partial during your audition (which was practically impossible, because she adored you and how easily you could beat Jesse at sarcasm), but she didn't even need to. When you first opened your mouth, the Bellas already knew you were in – you sang like an angel. Right after the initiation ceremony, all of you headed together to the Trebles house. You could hear the loud music from across campus. Jesse had told you about it a million times, but you couldn't believe you were actually there – your first Hood Night.

As you entered the house, Beca linked arms with you, speaking in a low voice. "Now, listen up, kid." She told you with complicity. "Has anyone ever told you what a toner is?"

You furrowed your brow. "No."

"I figured." She said secretively, eyes scanning the little crowd. "A toner is when an a-ca-person has a boner for another one."

"Oh." You chuckled slightly. The acapella world never failed to divert you.

"And don't look now, but I can see Benji's one for you from across the room." She said, and you blushed wildly, trying your hardest not to whip your head up and search for him. "Good girl. Don't worry about it, he wouldn't hurt a fly if it asked him. Also, don't care about what everyone else says about Trebles and Bellas. And, oh, look, he's coming our way." You took a moment to digest everything she said as she unlinked your arms and paced a little faster. Jesus, Y/N, shape up, you thought, going after her. Now, Beca was waving at Benji. "Hey, Benji! Nice party! The theme was totally your idea, wasn't it?"

You looked at him just in time to see Benji's wide smile. He looked around rapidly at the hula decorations and noded. "Yeah, it was, but all of the boys helped, you know."

"Heck yeah, work those Treble asses off." Beca said jokingly. "Do you know where Jesse is?"

He thought for a second. "Last time I saw him was at the table, grabbing himself a drink."

"Right. Thanks, Benji!" She then smiled at you, starting to walk away. "I'll see you later, Y/N!"

That left the two of you alone, of course, which shouldn't be a problem. I mean, you'd known Benji for almost four years, right? The two of you always got along well. Except that Beca had gotten to your head with what she said about Benji, and, though Jesse wasn't anywhere to be seen, you knew he would sip his drink provocatively if he was. That said, the ground seemed suddenly a very interesting thing to look at.

Little did you know that poor Benji had intentions for the night. No, God, not that kind of intentions. When Jesse first suggested he acted up in, lets say, a quite suggestive way, he stuttered for a minute straight. Still, because Jesse talked him into it, he was resolute that, tonight, he should tell you about how he felt. He fidgeted with his hands, not knowing what to do. You seemed less keen to talking then ever. He had to say something, and it had to be fast.

"So, Y/N, now that you're a Bella, tell me." He tried not to stutter, although it became hard when you looked up at him. God, those eyes. He wasn't too religious, but if anyone said you were an angel, he'd have believed it. Focus, Benji. "Are we finally getting the Star Wars main theme performed by Barden's most loved acapella group?"

You smiled. Benji never failed to strike up a conversation with you, or so it seemed. Of course, you didn't know how awkward he actually was, or how blessed he thought he was for being able to talk to you that easily. "I don't know, are the Trebles finally performing it as part of their set?"

The conversation went on for hours, and so did the Hood Night party. It was Benji and Jesse's last, and, boy, were they determined to make the best out of it. Around 3 or 4AM, Jesse was taking a break from al the dancing, laid back against a wall and sipping his drink. Beca saw him hanging by the side and decided to go talk to him. She approached him with a smug smile on her face. "You owe me thirty, Swanson."

Jesse furrowed his brow. He wasn't drunk, but Beca was a little blurry. "What do you mean?"

"I mean", she said slowly, articulating, "that someone's in treble."

It hit him. He looked all around, scanning the crowd from where he was. Not near the bonfire, not on the grass with the High Notes, not dancing by the pool, not in the chilly living room inside the house. You and Benjamin Applebaum were nowhere to be seen. He smirked at the thought, then turned to Beca. "So you finally adhered to our glorious pun?"

"Only if I can use it on your sister." She smirked back, and Jesse winked.

"Sounds like a deal to me."

#my writing #benji applebaum #benji applebaum x reader #benji applebaum imagine #pitch perfect #ben platt #ben platt x reader #jesse swanson #beca mitchell

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fundienames · 5 years ago

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