#pitch perfect x reader

[onegayastronaut]

Being the Youngest Bella and Dating Aubrey Posen Would Include...

Requested by anon: Can you do an imagine where the youngest Bella(reader) confess to Aubrey Posen and how Aubrey would treat her? maybe a hc, I dont know. Sorry about my english tho.

Being the youngest Bella was great because everyone treated you like a little sister

You always thought Aubrey was really pretty, but you never dared to say anything to her

Beca, Emily, and Fat Amy could all tell you were thirsty, so they would constantly give you chances to be alone with her

Finally getting the nerve to tell Aubrey your feelings, and being surprised that she liked you too

Going out on dates after practice at least twice a week

Even though Aubrey seems very controlling, she’s not too bad in your private life

Aubrey is extremely soft and blushes a lot when you do something romantic for her

After graduation, Aubrey calls you every day and reminding you how amazing you are

She loves it when you reach over to hold your hand when the two of you are walking together

Aubrey makes sure to attend every one of your performances and cheers you on

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 671

Agatha: “Where’s my cloak? It’s cold out!”

Wanda: “Haven’t touched it!”

Y/N at the top of the stairs, wearing Agatha’s cloak, in a dramatic booming voice: “FOOLISH MORTALS! You stand beneath me both physically and in the natural order of the world!”

Agatha: “Not. Funny.”

Y/N: “BEHOLD! My great descent!”

Wanda: “Oh no”

Y/N: *sleds down the stairway on a garbage pail lid before getting caught in the cloak and tripping* “Did I die?”

Agatha: “Who cares, did you tear my cloak?!”

Wanda: “Did you break any bones?”

Y/N: “Give me 30 seconds for the adrenaline to wear off and then I’ll tell ya”

[navia3000]

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

[velvrei]

messy makeout with sub!jesse swanson

he had never done this before. let alone with an older girl.

not only were you a bella, and he was a treblemaker, which meant the acts you were currently involved in were forbidden. somehow that made it so much hotter.

but jesse only first met you at signing day. you were sat in the bella’s booth next to aubrey, with your short little skirt. jesse felt like a perv for the thoughts he had then and there. but here he was, in his dorm, his bed, under you, each leg of yours around him, straddling his muscular frame. he didn’t feel like a perv now knowing these feeling were reciprocated.

“mmm,” his whine was heavily muffled by the kiss, “so pretty,” his compliment made you giggle, as your hand tangled within the back of his hair, tugging and feeling satisfied with the sounds that resulted from it.

“yeah?” you said in between kisses, “i think you’re pretty, jess. *kiss* you know that?”

“you like when i tease you don’t you?” your hips rolled against his clothed core, his head fell back which gave you full access to his neck, to which you began pressing long and wet kisses down his neck, even nibbling here and there.

“fuck!” his voice was still his usual tone.

jess wasn’t one to go super high pitched unless he was climaxing, but he sure damn was close with such a beauty like you manipulating his pleasure. jesse’s hips buckled.

he never saw himself as being this submissive until he found the right woman. and although it had been a little over a month sense you two had met. usually it would take him longer to get so attached to someone. but when you know, you know.

he definitely knew.

you were the only woman he would let dominate him and treat him like a slut.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine keeping your relationship with Stacie a secret and Amy catching you coming out of her room

There wasn't really a legitimate reason why you and Stacie decided to keep your relationship a secret. The Barden Bellas were an accepting group so it wasn't that you feared their judgment nor did the relationship involve something illegal that you needed to hide. There wasn't really a reason to hide other than the both of you just wanted to keep it to yourselves for a bit longer before you told the Bellas.

But the cat was out of the bag when you went downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast and Amy was sitting at the counter. Greeting her, you were met with her giving you a cat-that-ate-the-canary type of grin while also raising her eyebrows suggestively. "What's going on?" You asked, confusion lacing your tone.

"I saw you." At your confused look, she continues her sentence, her smile only growing bigger. "Coming out of Stacie's room with your hair all disheveled and your neck all marked up and purple."

Your eyes widened and your hand moved up to cover your neck instinctively despite the fact that they were hidden now, having spent a good part of your morning covering them up. "Stacie and I just wanted to keep a secret for now but we will tell you and the rest of the Bellas soon. So can you please keep it to yourself for right now? Please?"

"I won't tell anyone; don't worry." You let out a sigh of relief at Amy's words and moved to hug her in thanks when she winked at you, causing you to pause in your steps and raise an eyebrow at her.

"Wait, why did you wink?"

"Oh, no reason. Your secret is safe with me."

"You just winked again! Amy!"

[cherrysfanfics-ily]

↬ What and Who I Write for ↫

☆ Grease: The Rise of the Pink Ladies

♡ Jane Facciano

♡ Oliva Valdovinos

♡ Nancy Nakagawa

♡ Cynthia Zdunowski

♡ Richie Valdovinos

♡ Shy Guy

♡ Potato

♡ Gil

♡ Susan

♡ Dot

♡ Rosemary

♡ Wally

♡ Hazel

♡ Buddy Aldridge

♡ Frenchy Facciano

☆ Grease

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Betty Rizzo

♡ Sandy Olsson

♡ Marty Maraschino

♡ Jan

♡ Kenickie Murdoch

♡ Danny Zuko

♡ Sonny

♡ Doody

♡ Roger

♡ Leo Balmudo

☆ Grease 2

♡ Paulette Rebchuck

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Micheal Carrington

♡ Goose McKenzie

♡ Stephanie Zinone

♡ Johnny Nogerelli

♡ Louis DiMucci

♡ Sharon Cooper

♡ Rhonda Ritter

☆ Criminal Minds

♡ Spencer Reid

♡ Aaron Hotchner

♡ Emily Prentiss

♡ Derek Morgan

♡ Jennifer Jareau

♡ Elle Greenway

♡ Penelope Garcia

☆ Twilight

♡ Jasper Hale

♡ Alice Cullen

♡ Rosalie Hale

♡ Emmett Cullen

♡ Edward Cullen

♡ Carlisle Cullen

♡ Esme Cullen

♡ Bella Swan

♡ Sam Uley

♡ Paul Lahote

♡ Leah Clearwater

♡ Seth Clearwater

♡ Jacob Black

♡ Alec Volturi

♡ Cauis Volturi

☆ Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

♡ Enoch O’ Connnor

♡ Emma Bloom

♡ Jacob Portman 

♡ Millard Nullings

♡ Bronwyn

♡ Victor

♡ Horace

♡ Olive

♡ Hugh

♡ Fiona

☆ Glee

♡ Rachel Berry

♡ Finn Hudson

♡ Kurt Hummel

♡ Artie Abrams

♡ Santana Lopez

♡ Tina Cohen-Chang

♡ Mercedes Jones

♡ Brittany S. Pierce

♡ Noah Puckerman 

♡ Sam Evans

♡ Blaine Anderson

♡ Mike Chang

♡ Quinn Fabray

♡ Jesse St. James

♡ Sebastian Smythe

☆ Pitch Perfect

♡ Donald Walsh

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Unicycle

☆ Pitch Perfect 2

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Pietrar 

♡ Kommissar

☆ Pitch Perfect 3

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Calamity

♡ Serenity

♡ Charity

♡ Veracity

♡ Chicago

☆ Ride the Cyclone

♡ Mischa

♡ Noel

♡ Ricky

♡ Constance

♡ Jane Doe

♡ Ocean

☆ Mamma Mia

♡ Sophie Sheridan

♡ Sky

♡ Donna Sheridan

♡ Sam Carmicheal

♡ Harry Bright

♡ Bill Austin

♡ Pepper

☆ School Spirits

♡ Maddie Nears

♡ Simon Elroy

♡ Wally Clark

♡ Xavier Baxter

♡ Rhonda

♡ Charley

♡ Dawn

☆ Nerdy Prudes Must Die

♡ Stephanie Lauter

♡ Peter Spankoffski

♡ Richie Lipschitz

♡ Ruth Fleming

♡ Grace Chasity

♡ Max Jagerman

♡ Lords in Black

☆ Movie! Five Nights at Freddy's

♡ Micheal Schmidt

♡ Vanessa Afton

♡ Platonic! Abby Schmidt

☆ Fruits Basket

♡ Tohru Honda

♡ Yuki Sohma

♡ Kyo Sohma

♡ Hatsuharu Sohma

♡ Momiji Sohma

♡ Shigure Sohma

♡ Hatori Sohma

☆ My Babysitters a Vampire

♡ Ethan Morgan

♡ Benny

♡ Rory

♡ Sarah

♡ Erica

♡ Jesse

☆ Starlight Express

♡ Greaseball

♡ Dinah

♡ Rusty

♡ Pearl

♡ Electra (May add Wrench and all later)

♡ Tassita

♡ Hydra

♡ Freights (Timber, Porter, Slick)

↬Will most likely add more fandoms later↫

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

Can I request an Emily Junk imagine where the reader had been in love with Emily since pp2 but thought she was straight but even after three years has eyes only for her and goes to all her performances, everyone can tell but she's too scared to ask her out. But she admits her feels when Fergus shoots yn in the arm and Emily reciprocates :)

“Amy, wait the fuck up!” you wheezed and made an exhausted attempt to dart after her down another narrow hallway.  She could apparently kick grown men’s asses with ease, but it had taken a significant amount of effort on your part not to get killed.

“Shhh, we’re almost to the front deck,” she shout-whispered while you attempted to catch your breath beside her.  After a few seconds, both of you peeked around the corner and that’s when your heart started racing even faster.

The Bellas were in the midst of performing ‘Toxic’, with Beca leading the number that was temporarily distracting their kidnappers.  She nodded at you and your companion before spinning away with Chloe.  Your gaze jumped to the familiar floral jacket that Emily was wearing and you could see in her expression that she was scared.  

“Alright bitch, let’s do this thing!”

Before you could protest, Amy had dragged you out into the open and chaos immediately ensued.  You scanned the moving bodies around you for Emily, growing more and more panicked every second that you failed to find her.

“Get off!” 

The sound of her voice drew you to your left and the moment you saw the large European man with his arms wrapped around Emily, you set off at a full sprint towards them.

“Let go of her,” you grunted, swinging a fist into the base of the man’s skull.  His knees buckled as his head snapped forward and Emily untangled herself from his limp grip.

“Y/N, where did you come from?  How did you find me-I mean, us?”

“We’ve gotta go, Em.  Please tell me you’re a strong swimmer-ah!” 

The sound of a gun discharging and your cry of pain and surprise sent the already hectic situation into overdrive.  Despite the pain in your left arm and the warm feeling of blood streaming from the fresh bullet wound, you grabbed Emily with your right hand and rushed to the railing of the ship.

“If I bleed to death in the ocean, I’ll never forgive myself for not telling you that I’ve had the biggest crush on you for years,” you blurted out from a combination of shock and pure adrenaline.  Still holding her hand, you leaped together off of the ship and into the cold waters below.  

[agaypanic]

if you think a different character (that i write for) would fit better, comment them down below. the max amount of days a character can have is 3. if you wanna know what characters im willing to write for kinktober, i'll list them here:

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja of Antipaxos, Guillermo de la Cruz

Hot Fuzz: Nicholas Angel

That 70's Show: Jackie Burkhart, Eric Forman, Steven Hyde, Michael Kelso

Jurassic Park: Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm

Scott Pilgrim: Gideon Graves

iZombie: Ravi Chakrabarti, Liv Moore

Five Nights At Freddy's: Mike Schmidt

Twilight: Charlie Swan, Carlisle Cullen, Emmett Cullen

Saltburn: Felix Catton, Oliver Quick, Farleigh Start

Ghostbusters: Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler

Mean Girls: Regina George

Heathers: J.D., Veronica Sawyer

Pitch Perfect: Bumper Allen, Beca Mitchell

The End of the F***ing World: James, Alyssa Foley

[plus-size-reader]

Rivalry

Bumper Allen x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1048 words

Warnings: Lil ansty?

Summary: Being Bumper's girlfriend and him being surprised when you audition for the Bellas

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You could hardly breathe as you looked out around side stage, out into the small crowd of longstanding acapella groups.

Right there, toward the back of the auditorium was Bumper and the Trebles.

You figured that he would be here, with this being his thing and all, but you were sort of hoping you’d be able to figure this out without him seeing.

You didn’t even tell Bumper about your audition this morning but it wasn’t exactly like you had a choice.

In all the time that you two had been together, he was constantly talking about how much he despised the Bellas and how ridiculous they were. There was nothing you could do to change that.

In the world of Acapella, they were literal rivals and you knew better than to try and remedy that.

Instead, you decided to just keep your singing talent to yourself. It was his thing, and you were okay with that, for the most part. Recently, you’d realized that there was an opening with the Bellas.

This year, they were making changes and you wanted to be a part of it.

Bumper was just going to have to deal with that.

Besides, just because you auditioned, didn’t mean that you’d get in. All you were doing was taking a chance and you expected him to accept that. It was all you could do.

In years past, you never thought you’d be able to even audition for them. Traditionally, they didn’t let in girls like you but that was changing now.

You had a real shot, and you weren’t going to waste it.

All you had to do was hope that Bumper would be able to get over it.

The audition song they’d settled on was ‘Since you’ve been gone’ by Kelly Clarkson, a song that you all knew by heart at this point in your lives. It may not have been your first choice but you were going to try nonetheless.

You just had to do it.

It was now or never.

You took a deep breath, swallowed the doubt in your throat, and made up your mind. You were going to do this, and whatever happened after, you would deal with it.

The room was silent as you walked out onto the stage, ready to make their decisions about you. However, there was another reason for their silence that you decided not to think about.

Everyone knew that you and Bumper were a couple, and that was going to create quite the problem if you got accepted into another rival group. You just hoped Aubrey would give you a chance anyway.

It wasn’t lost on you that he wasn’t exactly her favorite person.

...But as soon as you started to sing, all that faded away.

Your voice spoke for itself, and it was good. As much as she hated Bumper, Audrey knew that she couldn’t just pass you up, especially not with the current state of the Bellas.

She needed all the help she could get, and you would certainly do the trick in that department.

As it would turn out though, the audition part was never the problem. What you were really dreading was afterwards, when you would have to face Bumper over what you’d done.

Luckily, you felt so good after it was over that you forgot about that part for a couple minutes.

It wasn’t until he was in front of you that you had to actually reconcile with that.

“What was that?” he asked, not even bothering to take his feet down from the seat in front of him as he looked at you. Of all the things he could have seen you doing today, this wouldn’t have even cracked the top fifty.

...But here you were.

“Come on Bump, it’s not that big of a deal” you shrugged, hoping he would just move on. Really, it wasn’t the most important thing you were ever going to do.

You just wanted to sing a little and have some fun.

“Not that big of a deal? How is this not that big of a deal?” he gasped, shocked that you would even dare to say that to him. Acapella was his life, the only thing he cared about, and you had betrayed him.

To Bumper, this was the worst thing you could have done.

It was the ultimate betrayal.

“It’s just a club, I didn’t think it mattered” you shrugged, though that was partially a lie. You had a not so subtle suspicion that Bumper would have a problem with it from the very start.

...But you couldn’t change it now.

You had already auditioned and you thought it went pretty well. If you happened to make it in, you weren’t going to pass it up just because Bumper didn’t like them.

“Yeah, well, it does. You can’t be a Bella and my girlfriend” he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest like he often would when he was upset.

Usually though, he only did that when there was no more chocolate froyo in the cafeteria or when he dropped the much inferior vanilla froyo on his walk back to his building.

You’d never gotten into a real argument like this, but you weren’t going to just back down. You wanted to be a Bella and as your boyfriend, Bumper should have supported that.

What you shared should have been far more important than some old rivalry.

Until now, you thought it was.

“Well I guess you’re gonna have to get a new girlfriend because I’m not giving this up” you sighed, turning away as quickly as you could away from him.

At times like this, you hated Bumper for acting like this. You were there for him all the time but when you finally needed him to just be supportive, he couldn't do that.

You were tired of it.

Right now, all you wanted to do was go get some coffee or something while you waited for them to get back to you.

It would be good for you and Bumper to get a little bit of space, besides, he had things to do. The Trebles had initiates to and nothing could happen without his say so.

That had to be his priority, because you certainly weren’t.

[anythingneverythingnstuffs]

simon 'ghost' riley

"On your back, love."

He didn't have to tell you twice.

No sooner were you on your back did Simon's body completely cover yours, his arms moving to pin yours at the sides of your head. His body was like the most delicious weighted blanket on top of yours, and heated, too.

Not to mention his tank-like muscles and hard as fuck-

"Simon," you moaned quietly as you felt his hips grind against yours. His lust for you was very obvious now, pressing stiffly against your lower abdomen. When he ground his hips against yours, it just rubbed all the right ways. "Fuck..."

"Dirty mouth, lass. You like that, don't you?" he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, making your body shiver. "You feel how bloody hard you make me?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but just as the words were about to escape your lips, his mouth moved to the sensitive spot on your neck. You inhaled sharply as he began to nip and suck at that sensitive spot.

Simon tightened his grip on your wrists, his lips moving from your neck to your collarbone. "That's it, love... Such pretty sounds you make for me..."

His lips didn't leave your décolletage for ages, it seemed like, and you just knew that you'd be able to see evidence of it in the mirror tomorrow.

Finally, his lips made their way back up to yours. You could feel yourself almost whine into his mouth as his tongue began to dance with your own. Your hips tried desperately to buckle up against his, as if they had a mind of their own-

Simon pulled back with a smirk. "Eager, are we?"

"Simon," you pouted desperately. "Please?"

Fuck, who was he to say no to your please?

With a low growl, Simon released your wrists from his grasp and began undressing you. He managed not to tear any of the fabric, although that wouldn't have been a first, as he basically ripped your clothes from your body until all you were left in were your undergarments.

"C'mon, Si, wanna see you~"

"Patience," he chuckled, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Don't want to sound too eager, do we?" He was clearly having way too much fun watching you squirm beneath him as he undressed painfully slowly.

Once his shirt was off, he tossed it haphazardly to the floor, not caring about where it landed. His eyes were on you, and your eyes were on him.

His chest was littered about with scars, memories of his past, wounds that scared him not only physically, but mentally- and you couldn't help but be amazed by him. Simon, your Simon, was just so strong... He had been through so much...

"You need help taking those pants off...?" you asked him with a sheepish grin, your mind flipping back to where you were.

"Naughty little minx, thinks she's in charge," Simon mumbled as he began to unbuckle his belt. "Be a good girl for me and don't move, yeah? I've got this part." He knelt down at you for a split second to nip at your earlobe.

His jeans were finally gone, and the sight of the bulge in his boxers just about made your mouth water.

"Eyes are up here, lass," Simon smirked.

Simon began to climb back on top of you. The only barriers now between the two of your were his boxers, your panties, and your bra. And that was too much.

You gasped when you felt a rather large hand slip into the waistband of your panties.

His lips were next to your ear in an instant, right in time for him to groan. "So fucking wet already? Naughty girl..."

It took no time at all for the tips of his fingers to find your sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingertips began to swirl around, making you arch up against him instinctively as another whimper left your lips.

"That's it, love," he whispered, nipping at your ear once more. "Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours..."

His fingers began to pick up the pace, moving in small but rapid circles that only served to drive you wild.

"S-Simon-!"

"Doin' so well for me," he mumbled against your ear before leaving a small kiss just behind your ear. "Gotta make sure you're ready for me, hm?"

Simon was truly ruthless. He knew what he was working with, and let's just say it was much more than the average man's endowment. But he was also a gentleman when he needed to be.

As such, he refused to enter you unless you had at least come once. Just as a warm-up, you know?

His fingers didn't stop their assault until you had sweat dripping down from your forehead and you were panting like someone who had just run a marathon. Every time you had almost reached your peak, he would back off slightly and smirk into your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

"P-Please, Si, I'm gonna-"

It had been the fourth time you said those words, but this time, he not only kept at his pace, but he quickened it slightly as his teeth sank into your neck.

You could feel your body begin to fall over the edge of ecstasy. There was a thick tension, and then all of a sudden, your ears begin to ring, all sounds in the room fading into the background. The ringing lasted a few seconds more, until-

You cried out his name as your body spasmed in pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks in his skin.

And his fingers were still going at it.

He could still feel your pulse against his fingers as they continued to circle against your clit, his tongue grazing over all of the bite marks and hickeys he had left on your skin.

His fingers finally slowed to a stop as you caught your breath. Simon pushed himself up a bit on his forearms to look down at you properly, and damn, what a sight you were.

Your chest was still moving up and down. There was a thin layer of sweat over almost your entire body, and your eyelids looked heavy with either pleasure, contentment, or both.

Simon smirked to himself before slowly leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't tell me you need a break already. I'm only just getting started."

and to think, you still had your damn panties on.

~

i'm sorry but i'm also not sorry. and you're welcome. cheers.

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[onegayastronaut]

Having a Relationship with Emily Junk Would Include...

Requested by @fairy-geek-ackerman

This was meant to be a fic, but it's more a longer version of HC's with Emily, if that makes any sense. Hope y'all like it!

The calendar had circled the date in red for weeks, a constant reminder of the impending event. Not a birthday, nor a performance, but a first date. Excitement and nervousness waltzed hand-in-hand, creating a fluttering sensation in your stomach. The morning unfolded in a whirlwind of indecision. Every outfit felt wrong, and you were forced to take a breath to calm yourself. Emily was the one who asked you out, so that means she must like you back, right?

The chosen attire, a testament to countless outfit changes, hung neatly on the back of your dorm door. As the clock ticked closer to the designated time, the air crackled with anticipation. Should I call and confirm? Should I text a witty one-liner? The phone remained untouched, the desire to appear effortless warring with the bubbling anxiety.

Finally, the moment arrived. Stepping out the door, the familiar neighborhood felt different, painted in hues of excitement. The fluttering in your stomach wasn't just nerves; it was a symphony of anticipation and excitement. The scent of your chosen perfume, usually comforting, morphed into an intoxicating reminder of the impending encounter. Each passing car horn and distant laughter felt amplified, weaving a soundtrack of the approaching moment.

The walk held a new rhythm, each step leading to the unknown. Arriving at the chosen venue, a cozy café bathed in warm light, a wave of relief washed over you as you saw Emily waiting for you. There, right next to the door, sat the object of weeks of anticipation. An initial wave of shyness washed over you, momentarily silencing the carefully prepared conversation starters. But as smiles were exchanged, the ice began to thaw. The warmth of the interior enveloped you, offering a comforting contrast to the crisp autumn air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of baked pastries, creating a sensory dance. Across the table, your Emily’s eyes held a glimmer of curiosity, her smile triggering a cascade of warmth within you.

The conversation between you flowed with surprising ease. You discovered shared passions, unexpected connections, and the joy of finding common ground in the vast landscape of human experience. Time seemed to bend, minutes morphing into hours. Laughter filled the air, a testament to the easy connection that deepened with every minute you were together. The conversation wasn't just words, it was a bridge built upon shared laughter and stolen glances. Jokes landed perfectly, eliciting genuine chuckles that echoed in the dimly lit space. In moments of comfortable silence, the unspoken understanding resonated deeply, communicating more than words ever could.

The two of you talked for what seemed like hours, until the coffee shop closed and you had to leave. As the date drew to a close, the lingering anticipation transformed into a newfound warmth. The walk back home, once a solitary journey, now held the echo of shared experiences and whispered promises of future encounters. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most ordinary moments can blossom into extraordinary experiences, leaving one with a heart full of anticipation and a smile that lingers long after the goodbyes are said.

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The sun, a hesitant guest, peeked through the blinds, casting golden stripes across the room. Anticipation hummed in the air, an electric current buzzing through every nerve. Today was the day – the day you would walk down the aisle and say "I do" to the love of your life.

The morning unfolded in a flurry of whispered secrets and excited laughter. Surrounded by the women who had shaped you, you felt an overwhelming sense of love and support. As your best friend helped zip up the dress, a wave of emotion washed over you. The pristine white fabric shimmered, a symbol of new beginnings and a lifetime of promises.

Standing at the end of the aisle, your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Every detail seemed heightened – the scent of lilies, the hushed murmurs of guests, the way the sunlight glinted off the tears glistening in your Beca and Aubrey’s eyes. And then you saw Emily, waiting at the altar, her smile radiating warmth and love that pierced through the veil of nerves.

The ceremony was a blur of emotions. Vows were exchanged with trembling voices, tears of joy freely flowing, and the weight of commitment settling comfortably upon your shoulders. As you exchanged rings, a symbol of your eternal bond, the world seemed to shrink, focusing solely on the two of you standing hand in hand.

The reception was a whirlwind of congratulations, laughter, and dancing. The clinking of glasses served as a soundtrack to our love story, each toast weaving memories that would forever be etched in our hearts. As the night deepened, and the revelry subsided, we stole away for a quiet moment under the starlit sky.

Holding each other close, you whispered sweet nothings and shared a kiss under the moon, a perfect ending to an extraordinary day. The wedding day was more than just a celebration; it was a culmination of a journey, a promise whispered to the future, and the beginning of a new chapter in our love story. It was a day that painted itself onto the canvas of your lives, a memory to be cherished forever, a testament to the unwavering power of love.

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Married life, like any complex melody, is composed of countless notes: some high and jubilant, others low and melancholic, all weaving together to create a unique and ever-evolving symphony. While outsiders often romanticize the concept, the reality is far more nuanced and multifaceted.

The initial years were marked by a whirlwind of new experiences - navigating shared spaces, building routines, and learning to compromise. Laughter fills the air as inside jokes bloom, and adventures, both big and small, are embarked upon together. The foundation of trust and understanding is laid brick by brick, each conversation, each shared meal, solidifying the bond.

Yet, the journey isn't always a bed of roses. Disagreements arose, casting temporary shadows on the sunny landscape. Life throws curveballs, testing the strength of the bond that you two shared. But it is in these moments that the true essence of married life shines through, and you remembered why you fell in love with her. Communication becomes the bridge, allowing for open expression and the exploration of different perspectives.

Over time, the symphony evolves. The initial intensity of passion settles into a comfortable warmth, a deeper sense of connection built on shared experiences, unwavering support, and quiet companionship. The laughter may shift from explosive outbursts to knowing smiles, but the joy it brings remains.

The melody also encompasses shared responsibilities and a deeper understanding of the word "partnership." You decided to have children, and of course, Fat Amy insisted on being their favorite aunt.

Married life isn't a destination but a continuous journey. It requires constant effort, dedication, and a willingness to grow alongside your partner. It's about celebrating each other's triumphs, offering comfort during hardships, and finding joy in the ordinary moments. It's about weathering the storms and emerging stronger, the melody of your love story growing richer and more complex with each passing year.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Y/N: I have a feeling that we’re going to be really good friends.

Rio: Well, you saw me naked, so…

[faistgirl]

vi was a treblemaker, cait was a barden bella

(can someone pls draw this)

[mrshargreeves]

Just a Freddie Stroma in UNreal appreciation post

[ellswritings]

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.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine having hooked up with Pieter and Kommissar at the riff off and being caught by Stacie

Looking into the vanity mirror, you tried fixing yourself up, trying to spot anything that could tell the rest of the Bellas about your little escapade with the two leaders of Das Sound Machine who were doing the same as you. Ever since the German group had taken up the group's tour, the Bellas had been distrustful of the former more so with the Bella's reinstatement on the line. You had tried staying away from them but there was just something about them that drew you to them plus it didn't hurt that they were pretty to look at. One minute you were wandering through Sir Brightlysmore's mansion looking for a bathroom and the next minute you were being lured by the two to an empty room.

Taking a breath, you watched as the two left the room first but not before giving you one last smile. Flustered you just looked away, waiting a few minutes in the hopes that no one would be outside when you left and would put two and two together. But that proved too much to ask as when you stepped out, the first person waiting outside was Stacie with a smirk on her face. Eyes widening in surprise, you were not able to come up with any sort of excuse before she intertwined her arms with yours. "You can't lie to me. I saw them leave the room and I know sex hair when I see it so spill."