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hot-take-tournament · 10 months

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IMPORTANT UPDATE:

NEW SUBMISSIONS DEADLINE

So you've probably noticed that despite submissions officially closing on Friday, it is now well into Saturday.

Let me explain.

Originally, I decided to make the hard deadline midnight Pacific Standard Time, since I know based on when activity peaks on this blog that a lot of you seem to live on the west coast, and wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to put in last minute submissions. But then I stayed up tumbling down the Fate rabbit hole, and because it's a Saturday I overslept until noon. Also, someone asked me what my pronouns were a while back, and despite that being a one-word answer for reasons I can't explain that answer ended up being 2500+ words, and then I fell asleep in the bathtub and forgot to put out the announcement clarifying the new deadline, or queue any overnight polls.

So this is the NEW deadline.

Submissions will now close at MIDNIGHT, PACIFIC STANDARD TIME, FOR REAL.

...until I oversleep and forget to close it again, so it will probably still be open after that. But when I do wake up, I'll close submissions INSTANTLY. But if you do manage to sneak in a little in overtime, I won't blame you, and they'll still be eligible for the bracket.

But this is officially your last call - so please, feel free to send in as many submissions as you like! Remember, this is your last chance!

Thanks for sticking with me and my bullshit guys. Every single one of you is a treasure, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

I'll be updating the master post with this information.

There are three other things I want to update you on.

Firstly, a lot of people have started submitting takes through asks - do not do this. Yes, I might make a poll on it, but it will not be eligible for the bracket. Please use the form.

Secondly, yeah, I forgot about the PFP poll again.

The struggles of being an airhead.

The winner of the poll ended up being Hellmo - but I've decided that I can't bring myself to change it. As stupid as it sounds, I've unironically grown so attached to this Astolfo avatar that I genuinely can't bring myself to change it; now that I've gotten so used to it representing me on this blog, the idea of changing it now is heartbreaking to me.

It doesn't help - and I'm being 100% serious - Astolfo was unironically my actual idol when I was a teenager, despite me knowing absolutely nothing about Fate. There's some backstory there which I won't get into now, but I was secretly overjoyed when someone actually suggested them as an avatar, even though it was in literally the weirdest way possible and didn't even relate to 'hot takes' in any way. I didn't say any of that because I didn't want to influence the results, but I will admit that secretly I was really hoping they would win, as unlikely as it was - which is why I decided to use them as an avatar for the short time I had left before the poll closed, knowing they would be swept and that I would be devastated when I did have to change it.

So, I know I said I would abide by the results of every poll, no matter what - it's literally one of the main rules of the blog - but just once I am going to break that rule.

Instead, I'm going to make the Hellmo picture the blog header - I really hope you can at least understand why I'm doing this, and I'm genuinely so, so sorry for letting you guys down like this. I know I've let you guys down before, and I can't apologise enough.

Secondly, I know I've massively overshared on this blog before, and now that I know it might happen again - sometimes I start writing and the words just keep pouring out onto the page - I've decided to start using the tag #h-t-t backstory for those posts if I ever do make another. Those posts might relate to mental health and similar issues, potentially including substance abuse. And I know a lot of you guys don't want to see that, so absolutely feel free to block that tag.

That's all for now - again, thank you all so much, and keep putting in the submissions! <3

#hot take tournament #tournament updates

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frickyeahfanfic · 5 years

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STATS & STAR WARS (peter parker)

pairing: peter parker x cheerleader!smart!reader

warnings: none

summary: You are in peter’s math class, and you got partnered with him for a stats project. Peter is TERRIBLE at math, so you have to stay after school to help him with the project. and maybe hang out and study later?

word count: 2.5k

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Peter was dreading his math class today. He didn’t have any friends in that class, nor did he do the homework, but on top of it all, there was a group assignment. It wouldn’t have been as miserable if he had been put with MJ, or even Flash,

But he had been paired with you.

The best math student with the worst.

“Everyone get in your assigned groups, you have twenty minutes until the bell rings to work. These projects are due on Friday, so get them done!”

The lifeless room shuffled to life as the kids moved their desks and slung their brick-heavy backpacks over their shoulders.

You turned your head over your shoulder and made eye contact with a scared looking Peter Parker. Honestly, you could never figure out why he always looked like a deer in the headlights. You wave your hand and he follows the movement, quickly getting out of his seat and plopping down in the one next to you.

“You start on page 329 and I’ll start on 349,” you say, hoisting your textbook out of your backpack. He did the same, humming in agreement.

As you fingered through the textbook with delicate fingers, Peter scribbled down the notes from his pages. You could simply read the information and process it perfectly, thus classifying you as the smartest person in the room.

Peter, on the other hand, was a bit slow.

“Hey, um, what formula would you use for this problem?” He turned his messy notes to you.

You looked up from your concentration and scrutinized his page for a moment, before jotting down the equation on the corner of his paper.

“Use this one,” you said with a smile.

Peter laughed nervously. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that one.”

Although Peter was a little thick when it came to numbers and graphs, you were more than happy to help a classmate out. Especially if it meant that you would get free physics and AP biology tutoring.

Still, why did he act so… afraid?

There were a few moments of silence before the bell rang and students scrambled to collect their supplies. Peter didn’t move.

As you started to stand, he panicked. “Wait, I need more help!”

It was the last class period of the day, so everyone was eager to go home, to clubs or sports practices. You were a cheerleader, and tumbling practice wasn’t until later, so you had some time to stay after school and help Parker out.

You sank back into your seat and grabbed your calculator that you had just put away.

“Sorry Y/n, you can go home if you want, I think I can figure this one out.”

A soft smile warmed your face and you started plugging in numbers into the calculator. “You have ten problems left, and it’s a group assignment. We won’t go home until it’s finished,” you stated simply, writing an answer down on his paper. Your arm brushed over his and he flinched, but you didn’t notice. He always got so jumpy around you.

It was silent as you worked on the next problem. The vents whirred loudly, and when you slammed your pencil on the desk, Peter nearly had a heart attack and sat up straighter than a stick in his chair. If only his Spidey-sense could help him with not being so nervous.

“Parker, please just talk to me. You don’t have to be so quiet,” you complained, raising an eyebrow.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. What an idiot, she’s probably thinking.

“How’s Ned? Got another lego set?” You try, his eyes looking anywhere but yours.

“Oh! Ned’s great! We just finished a limited edition Millenium Falcon piece!”

Idiot, idiot, idiot! She probably thinks I’m the biggest nerd now!

“Millenium Falcon, from Star Wars?” You asked with genuine interest.

Peter nodded and swallowed. Maybe he could redeem himself.

“Well, yeah, Ned’s a huge fan of Star Wars, I’m not as-”

“My brother doesn’t play with his legos anymore, and he hasn’t touched his Super Star Destroyer in years,” you say, cutting him off.

Peter was listening now. “The Super Star Destroyer?” The set cost almost a thousand on ebay, and there was no way that May would approve of the heavy purchase.

You shrug. “My parents bought it for him when he was 12. He was such a brat about it, they paid him to put it together. You can have it if you want, the box is only good at collecting dust.”

The rich, smart, hot cheerleader just offered him a Lego Star Wars set. Ned would never believe him.

“I… don’t know what to say,” Peter said, staring at his scribbles in disbelief.

“Thank you.” You teased, nudging him with your elbow.

I think I broke him, you thought to yourself as he looked at your eyes for a second, then continued to stare at the paper in front of him.

You clear your throat. “I’ve never seen Star Wars before.”

Peter looked at you in disbelief. Okay, he’s not broken. “What?” He nearly screamed at you.

Furrowing your brow, you continue copying down numbers from the dim screen on the calculator. “I don’t watch nerd movies, I watch chick-flicks and rom-coms with my friends, Peter Parker,” you say.

Your sparkling laughter fills the air as Peter’s face twisted into one of confusion.

“We need to watch Star Wars,” he blurted out.

You squint your eyes. “We need to finish our project.”

He groaned and put his face on the desk, but gasped when an idea came to his head.

“We can watch Star Wars and work on the project,” Peter said, lifting his face off the desk. His paper was stuck to his cheek and it fluttered to the ground when you blew on it.

“You mean, I watch Star Wars, while you work on the project,” you roll your eyes and pick up Peter’s paper off the ground. “Or is it the other way around.”

When you put the paper back on his desk he was nearly glaring at you.

“You need to watch Star Wars,” he insisted again.

“Fine. I’ll watch it when I get home from tumbling practice, you can wait until then,” your last statement wasn’t a question, rather, demanding Peter to be patient.

He huffed and nodded. “Deal. Your house or mine?”

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing. “Peter, if you’re asking me on a date, then it’s your place, but if we’re just hanging out we can do my place.”

Peter’s face turned bright red and his palms were sweating profusely. “A date? No, no, we can just hang out at your house.”

You wink and he almost faints. “It’s a deal.”

Peter gets a text on his phone and starts packing his things. He gets halfway through the door when he stops. A clammy hand wraps around the doorframe and he peaks back at you.

“I, uh… probably need your address, and your phone number in case I get lost.”

You catch up to him, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He hands you his phone with a blank contact and you fill it in quietly. Peter can’t help but stare at you, this close to him. The way your lovely lashed eyes settle on the cracked screen, the hair that falls over your right shoulder, you make his knees weak.

You hand his phone back to him and he gasps softly when you make eye contact with him again. You tilt your head in confusion.

“Something wrong Peter?”

He shakes his head and steps backwards. “Uh, I’ll see you tonight! Good luck with tumbling practice!”

Peter runs faster than he’s ever run before.

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He can’t stop shaking when he comes to the door.

You live a little way out of the city, in a two-story home on a busy street. The streetlamps seem bright and the road well kept in contrast to the dirty and dim Queens area that Peter Parker lived in.

Peter looks at his phone one more time, making sure he has the right address and knocks on the door with a clenched fist.

To his relief, a small head poked through the crack in the door and looked up at you. It must’ve been one of your brothers.

“Who are you?” He asked innocently. Peter could see a glowing lightsaber in the hands of the elementary-age child, as if ready for attack.

“I’m Peter, I’m coming over to study with Y/n,” he said, hefting the AP Stats textbook in his arm.

The boy turned his head and yelled your name, to which you came quickly to the door.

Your hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail, but the ends were tousled from your cheerleading practice. A baggy t-shirt draped over your arms and fell down to your mid-thigh, and from there tight leggings were situated comfortably.

This was a different version of yourself, a tired, undone version. Normally your hair was perfectly curled, and you had the cutest clothes on, but at home, you could unwind and take things down a notch.

Peter thought you looked perfect. Either way, you were just stunning, sweats or skirts.

“Ben, let Peter in! Dude, I’m so sorry, he’s kinda a weirdo,” you said laughing.

“Ben,” Peter breathed. Ben Parker was his Uncle’s name.

Your brother scurried off behind you when Peter came inside.

“He’s the one that doesn’t play with his legos anymore,” you turn and look at him running off with his lightsaber. “Speaking of which-”

You plopped down a box by the door, the sound of plastic bricks clinking inside. “Your Super Star Destroyer. Don’t forget it here.”

Peter beamed. “Awesome!”

You gesture to the basement door. “Let's get our homework done. Both assignments.”

He looked confused and started panicking. There were two assignments?

You saw the look of confusion on his face. “Stats and Star Wars?”

Peter sighed with relief. “Oh yeah, duh.”

The basement was small but cozy. You had already set up the TV to watch Star Wars, and your backpack and textbooks were already strewn across the floor and the couch.

“There’s food and sodas in the fridge, feel free to help yourself,” you said, plopping down on the couch. You grab a heavy textbook and set it in your lap, opening up to wear a pencil marked your spot. Peter had a water bottle in his hands from the fridge and sat down gingerly next to you, pulling out a binder full of statistic worksheets.

You nod towards the TV. “Ready?”

His face glows. “Yes.”

Not even ten minutes into the movie, Peter asks for your help on a problem.

“Y/n, how do you do this one again?” He nearly cringes as you turn your attention away from the screen. He doesn’t want you to miss this scene.

You cheerfully point out that he needs to fix the Window setting on his calculator, then immediately go back to watching the movie.

Peter realized that you had your textbook open on your lap to help him.

So embarrassing. At least he only had two more problems left, then he could enjoy the movie.

You can sense his frustration as he flips through the pages of the textbook, trying to find the next solution. You study his paper for a second, equally as confused.

“I actually don’t know how to do this one, I don’t think Mr. Saldor explained this concept,” you say with a sigh.

Peter didn’t feel so embarrassed anymore. You didn’t know all the answers in the universe.

“Wait, you actually don’t know?” He asked, a bright tone in his voice.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the screen. “No, Peter Parker, I actually don’t know all the answers in the universe.” You shut your textbook and set it on the floor. “I assume he’ll go over it in class tomorrow until then we need to work on our next assignment.”

Phew. The pain was over. He could finally watch his favorite movie with you. Pray to Thor that he doesn’t make himself more embarrassed.

“I need some water, I’ll be right back,” you get up, hoping that he gets the message to scoot over and make a move.

Of course, you wanted to hang out with Peter, and working on AP stats homework was the perfect excuse.

You thought he was the sweetest kid in your class, and he wasn’t too bad to look at either. You didn’t mind all of his nerdy-ness, his friend Ned, or the fact that he straight-up sucked at Statistics, in fact, you found it all the more endearing. And when he got all nervous around you, you just wanted to pull him in a hug and tell him to take it easy. You liked him for who he was. If only you had the courage to tell him that. Maybe you were just as shy.

As you come back to the couch, Peter was sitting with a blanket on his lap. He looked so uncomfortable. He had to focus so hard not to move away from you when you sat down so close to him.

You reached for the blanket. “Mind if we share?”

“Oh yeah!” He exclaimed, and then pushed all the blankets off of himself onto you.

“Peter.”

He looked at you, his lips pressed together and his eyes wider than ever before.

“What?”

“Stop worrying!” You burst out in laughter, clutching your gut when you couldn’t get any air.

“I can’t!” He nearly yelled at you as you continued to double over.

Once your breathing slowed you looked at him again and stifled a laugh. He looked terrified.

“Peter Parker, share the blanket with me.”

He blinked in surprise. You wanted to cuddle with him?

You could read the shock plastered all over his face. In one swift movement, the blanket was draped over the two of you and you snuggled into his side.

“This is the part where you put your arm around me,” you say softly now.

“Right,” he said, face blushing hard. His muscular arm wrapped around your shoulder and relaxed when he found the right spot to rest his hand.

“I kinda don’t know what’s going on in the movie,” you admitted.

“Guess we’ll have to watch from the start,” he said smoothly. Finally! He thought to himself. I think I’m catching onto this flirting thing!

“Guess so.”

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ok i think i’m gonna end it there. I might write some more mini fics to this bc i love this concept where peter is just HEAD OVER HEELS for the pretty!reader, i just gotta finish up a submission first before i post anything else aaaaaa

any advice for my writing?? send in an ask! i have LOTS of room for improvement!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman ffh #spiderman x you #stats and star wars #frick yeah fanfic #peter parker x you #peter parker collage #spiderman collage #spiderman x reader #spiderman far from home

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katelides · 6 years

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For Good CH 11

Beca lets go of Chloe extremely slowly making sure they don’t lose eye contact. Chloe’s heart is hammering into her chest at a speed that cannot be healthy. She’s almost certain that Beca can hear it but is ignoring it. The redhead notices that Beca is trying to say something but no words are coming out. A few minutes later Beca manages to make a coherent sentence. “This is the best birthday I’ve had in a very long time, thank you.” Beca lets out a breathy chuckle. “Sorry, that sounded lame.”

“No it didn’t, I’m glad you liked it.” Beca now does let go and shakes her head frantically looking around the room once more. “Like it? I love it Chlo…” Looking through some of the notes she wrote years ago a stray tears finds its way down her cheek. “I uhm I can’t believe you kept all this stuff.” Letting out a soft laugh when she finally looks back at Chloe. “Especially the jacket, I forgot how good it looked on you.” Chloe’s cheeks turn bright red matching her hair.

The redhead looks down at her feet not really knowing how to react to what Beca just said. The brunette cups Chloe’s chin with her thumb and index finger making her look up again. Neither is sure how to proceed from this point. Only one of them has to lean forward slightly and their lips would meet for a kiss but both know that before that can happen they would need to talk about… them. The two clear their throat at the same time, bursting into laughter.

“As much as I want to kiss you right now we should… talk?” Chloe nods and points to the couch behind her. Taking the redhead’s hand Beca leads them to the couch so they can sit down. Not letting go of Chloe’s hands Beca turns to face her. “I kissed you, before you start panicking I do not regret it and as you know I want to do it again.” Chloe nods but not saying anything just yet. “But I need us to be on the same page. We need to start building up our trust again. So I want us to start over again, like you know… Do you want to go out on a ‘second’ first date?”

Suddenly Beca is really nervous. Performing in front of thousands of people she’s fine – asking Chloe out on a date and her hands are clammy and her entire body is tense. “I would love that.” Chloe’s genuine smile and light squeeze into Beca’s hand make the brunette relax slightly. “That’s great… I know that look, you have a question, right?” Chloe chuckles. “I actually have a list.” Beca rolls her eyes playfully. “Okay, I’m all ears.” Taking a deep breath Chloe finds the courage to ask her questions.

“Alright, why did you choose today out of all days to introduce me to Laura Hayes? What was up with all that miss Mitchell stuff at the club and talking about the club, how long have you been DJ-ing there? Do you know the owner or something? Please don’t hate me for this one but I asked miss Hayes if you still have nightmares, I didn’t mean to pry but I had to know. And are you sure you want me to keep living here?”

Beca gapes at the rambling redhead before her holding up her hands in hope that she slows down right when she finishes her last sentence. “Wow.”The brunette breathes out. “Okay, I’m going to answer the easy questions first… You meeting Laura was way overdue and I know that if you knew you were going to meet her you’d be freaking out.” Taking a moment to think about the second question she wants to answer Beca looks down at her hands. “I’m not mad at you for asking her about my nightmares, if you feel more comfortable talking to her I can give her the okay and you can ask her all the questions you want about me. The reason I went to her in the first place was so I could maybe one day find the courage and talk to you about it but no luck so far.”

Beca chuckles while Chloe just stares at her. “Oookay moving on… uhm I am the owner of the club, I always wanted to that. I finished my business degree and a little over a year ago I bought the space and turned it into the club you saw tonight. No one knows I own the place, people only know I DJ every Thursday and Friday.” Chloe’s eyes shoot up at the revelation. “Are you for real? OMG that so amazing Becs, I’m so proud of you!” The redhead jumps into Beca’s arms making them both tumble of the couch.

Beca tucks a strand of hair from Chloe’s eyes behind her ear looking up at the beautiful girl on top of her. “And as for you living here… I don’t want to spend another moment apart from you. Please don’t go?” Chloe leans in and ghosts her lips over Beca’s. “I’m not going anywhere.” This was everything Beca needed to hear in that moment, lifting her head she captures Chloe’s lips. The kiss is sweet and simple. There is no need to hurry.

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Beca managed to convince Chloe to move to the couch. “I’m going to grab a blanket, be back soon.” She softly whispers, kissing the redhead on her forehead. Chloe mumbles something but Beca doesn’t quiet catch it. She returns a few minutes later and finds Chloe asleep with a smile. Not having the heart to wake her up Beca covers the redhead with a blanket and checks the time. It’s a little before 3 AM and she doesn’t feel tired yet so she quietly makes her way to her home studio. Maybe some inspiration might hit her.

It’s close to 8 AM when Chloe wakes up with a jolt. For a moment she panics because she doesn’t remember where she is. But once she gets used to the light and looks around she realizes that she’s on Beca’s couch. She doesn’t remember falling asleep there, she does remember the little make out session they had one the floor. The floor! Chloe turns around and looks down but no sign of Beca could be found. Maybe she went to bed? She thinks, stretching and getting up to make some coffee.

In the kitchen Chloe notices that a new pot was made recently, which means that Beca either got up not so long ago or… “She never went to bed.” With a sigh she goes on search of the brunette making a first stop at her room. No Beca. Next stop was the shower, she listens intently hoping to hear the water running but yet again. No Beca. Chloe hears faint music coming from down the hall so she follows it. The closer she gets the clearer the words become.

… Please say you'll be waiting

Together again It would feel so good to be In your arms Where all my journeys end If you can make a promise If it's one that you can keep I vow to come for you If you wait for me

And say you'll hold A place for me In your heart

A place for me in your heart A place for me in your heart A place for me in your heart

Chloe gently pushes the door open to reveal Beca in the clothes she was wearing the night before, behind the piano singing a song she did not recognize. “Morning.” Chloe almost drops her mug, not having expected that Beca would notice her. “Uhm morning?” Beca gets up and walks over to the redhead. “Did I wake you?” Beca lets out a relieved breath when Chloe shakes her head. “Beautiful song.” Beca chuckles and waves Chloe over to the piano. “It’s something new, I finished it about an hour ago.”

Beca takes the mug out of Chloe’s hands and places it on top of the piano. “Do you want to sing with me?” With a grin Chloe nods and sits down next to the brunette. She listens to the tune Beca is playing and quickly realizes what she’s playing. So without any hesitation Chloe starts singing.

Chloe Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day

Beca (I was thinking bout her, thin-kin bout me) I know, I know (Thin-kin bout us, what we gon' be) Chloe when I compliment her she won't believe me Beca (Open my eyes yeah, it was only Just A Dream) it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see Chloe But every time she asks me do I look ok, Beca (It's only just a dream) Chloe I say

When I see your face Beca (So I travelled back, down that road Will she come back, no one knows) Chloe There's Not a thing that I would change Beca (I realize yeah, it was only Just A Dream) Chloe Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are Beca (it was only Just A Dream) Chloe When I see your face Beca (So I travelled back, down that road Will she come back, no one knows) Chloe It's Not a thing that I would change Beca (I realize yeah, it was only Just A Dream) Chloe Cause girl you're amazing, just the way you are Beca (it was only Just A Dream)

Chloe When I see your face

“I missed this.” Beca’s voice is the one that breaks the comfortable silence. “Me too.” Chloe averts her gaze to the keys of the piano. “Do you want to go get some breakfast?” Beca bumps her shoulder into Chloe’s to make her look at her. “I’m starving.” Chloe lets out a laugh. “You’re always starving Mitchell.” The DJ shrugs. “So that’s a yes?” Chloe nods. “Great, let me take a shower first.” Chloe chuckles at the over enthusiastic antics that are Beca Mitchell. “Let’s meet in the living room in an hour, that gives me time to take a shower too.” Beca wants to comment on it but quickly decides against it, it’s not the time… yet.

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Beca is waiting for Chloe to come down. Her stomach is heavily protesting the lack of food. She throws a ball for Ella to bring back to her to kill time. “Sorry, sorry, sorry I’m ready.” Chloe runs in while trying to get her jacket on. “Relax Chlo.” Beca gets up from the floor and grabs Ella’s leash. “We don’t have a schedule today.” Ella is circling the girls yapping excitedly. “Alright baby girl, we’re going.” The brunette attaches the leash to the collar and opens the door for Chloe.

“So, where are we going?” Chloe asks linking her arm with Beca’s out of habit. “Well, I was thinking of going to my favorite breakfast place not far from here and after I’d show you around the city? I mean you haven’t really been sightseeing yet so I thought maybe you’d like that?”

“I would love that… ooooh can we go for a walk in the park too?” Beca playfully rolls her eyes. “Whatever you want.” Chloe squeals and makes a little jump. “We’re here – The Rolling Scones – I come here every day.” Chloe watches the Beca’s eyes light up while talking about the different things they have. “So, do you want to go in?”

“Yes, I can’t wait to see what this place has in store.” Beca opens the door and lets Chloe in, following quickly with Ella. “Beca you’re back! Should I get you your usual?” The brunette shakes her head. “Not yet mister Cimorelli, thank you. How’s your wife?” Chloe watches the interaction between the two with a smile.

Find the full fanfic on AO3 or ff.net

#fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #jesse swanson #aubrey posen #jaubrey #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #last call pitches #for good #destiny

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theinkquiry · 7 years

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Just Kiss Her

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Prompt: Songfic based off of Just Kiss Her by Concorde

Warnings: None bad writing??!?!

A/N: I’m so sorry this took a while to get out. School has began, and so has the usual mess of work and whatnot. Hope you guys like this one!

If life has ever taught Draco anything, it would be that the impossible was always possible. Potter remained alive despite countless attempts on his life. The Dark Lord had managed to rise again. And you. He didn't know when he started liking you exactly, a part of his teenage-self was even convinced that he might even be in love with you, but he was too afraid.

Every time he saw you, it seemed as if you would be looking higher. Sometimes quite literally looking over his head to greet a friend. The only other person he knew of that you dated had been a whole year older than you as well. It didn't help that in addition to your generally well-liked-ness in school your family was well respected and wealthy.

Even after graduation, he couldn't bear to leave you. It didn't matter that you seldom noticed him, talking even less so. Draco thought he might have been over you after the war and he got a job. That was until he saw you glide into the Ministry, not a few months after he started work. You were eagerly clutching your briefcase and wore the proudest smile he ever saw on your face. Some familiar friends from school had greeted you and began to show you around. Draco wished that he had been the one to introduce you to the confusing world of politics as you held onto his arm and chattered excitedly.

Draco let out a deep sigh and took another drink. Bottom line was, he didn't do that. He had never done anything remotely close to all the romantic sweeping gestures he'd always wanted to shower you with.

So what was a poor guy like him to do when he saw you dancing with your friends at a bar after work on a Friday night? The Draco in his fantasies would have suavely slid in front of you and danced with you all night long. Whispered all the things he feared to say in reality and whisk you into a magical new life together.

The Draco who sat on a bar stool several feet away could only drown all his sorrows in a glass of whiskey. Your laughter and hoots of joy ten times louder in his ear than any music currently being played. Look at you, surrounded by friends and having the time of your life shouting the lyrics off-key. Meanwhile, he was alone and probably going to be very drunk in half an hour.

The voices inside his head begged to be with you. If it weren't for his reluctance, Draco would undoubtedly be gravitating towards you on its own accord. Some days he didn't even get why he found you so remarkable when there were so many others that have vied for his attentions. But then he would hear your laugh, or see your smile. Sometimes you'd be a bit clumsy or have a stray hair that you couldn't tame. Then all those emotions came tumbling back out and he regretted even considering to be with someone else. You were such a big part of his life, yet you wouldn't be none the wiser.

Draco took a long sip of his drink. If he didn't do anything soon, he might actually do something he regretted.

He thought back to the last time he really interacted with you. It was a fleeting moment, and you probably didn't even remember. It was one of those rare moments where he was alone in school. A thundery day in your fifth? No, it was the sixth year. Everyone was busy with their OWLs, and despite all the problems and drama, Draco was pouring over textbooks in the library late one evening. The place was almost deserted, most students were busy at dinner. But he had a lot of work to catch up on now that he was also busy with other extracurricular activities.

He remembered exactly what book he had been reading. It was an advanced Charms page that no matter how many times he read it over, he couldn't understand. Draco was so engrossed with memorizing the book that you had to wave your hand right in under his nose to get his attention. When he looked up and saw you there, words got choked up in his throat.

"Oops. Didn't mean to frighten you. I know exam season can be tough," you gave him a sympathetic smile.

"I-it's alright." He managed to cough out.

You began to pull something out of your bag as you continued talking. "Yeah, I know that book you're reading. Was on my way to return it myself before I accidentally forgot again. I finished dinner early, but you look like you've been here since morning! Anyway, I thought I might find a student like you here so I also remembered this."

In one motion, you had swept his book aside and placed an arrangement of foods from the Great Hall before him. "Gotta eat if you want to stay alive for the tests, right?"

"Thank you," Draco muttered. A part of him speechless. For once, someone did something genuinely nice for him without having to be commanded to do so. It was so foreign, it almost felt fake. But then he saw your smile as you picked up on his gratefulness. Instead of calling him out on his silence, you picked up your bag.

"I get disoriented while studying sometimes too. By the way, page three hundred and fifty-nine has a much better explanation of that technique. Good luck on your exams!"

He kept your act of kindness in mind whenever he felt alone. It wasn't entirely right, to keep holding on to you when you weren't even there. But he couldn't help it.

Looking up from his drink, Draco's vision started to get blurry. His eyes followed you as you slowly glided across the dance floor towards the bar. That was strange. He was at the bar. It was then he realized that you were offering your hand to him.

"Wanna dance?" You asked as if it was the easiest and most casual thing in the world. In all fairness, you probably weren't freaking out as much as Draco was.

He took it without hesitation. "I never thought you'd care to ask me." The words left Draco before he could comprehend what he just said. He stammered a bit, trying to elaborate, but you just laughed.

"Honestly? I never thought I'd have the nerve to do this either." You let him place his hands on your hips as you two swayed in time with the song.

"Why..." Draco was at a loss for what to ask. There you were, right in front of him. All these years of waiting, only to not be able to pick out what to say to you. "Why me?"

Instead of thinking it weird, you shrugged. "I know that you know what people say, but...you always just looked like you needed a friend."

"Y/N, I don't think that I can just be friends with you. I've been trying to tell you for so long that-" Draco paused to think. "I don't even know what to say. You've affected me in ways that even I don't understand."

"Is it like when you feel a person is part of you without even needing to say anything?" You suggested. "Because I feel the same way."

Draco's mind was chanting at him to just lean in and kiss her. In his mind, she had never looked more alluring to him. As the lights dimmed for slower songs, he pressed your foreheads together.

You momentarily shut your eyes, feeling the moment. "Can I kiss you?" He heard you whisper. He chuckled and easily said "yes."

Despite all his doubts and insecurities, Draco had never felt more secure in his life.

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