Over the next couple days, Y/N's scratch healing a bit. He didn't have to have a bandage on it any more.
He decided to go check in with the Treblemakers, and to see if there would be practice any time soon.
Entering the Treble house, Y/N leaned over the back of the couch as Hat and Bumper played Mortal Kombat,
"So, who's winning?"
"Me." Hat bragged.
"You know what? Fuck this!" Barked Bumper, angrily throwing the controller.
"Damn," Donald mumbled, stepping out of Bumper's way.
"Did I come at a bad time?" Y/N whispered to him.
"Nah, he just sucks at this game, so he's all pissy about it," Donald replied as Bumper stormed out, "You actually have great timing, I was about to go find you."
"Hmm," Y/N responded, "Should I be worried?
"Oh, no, nothing to worry about, just needed to tell you about the riff off tommorow night, in the empty pool building."
"Uh, question?" he asked.
"A riff off, is a competition, like a sing off, but it will be explained at it." Donald explained before Y/N even asked, as if he already knew what he was going to ask.
"Oh, okay. Thanks man."
"Mhm."
Y/N looks at the time,
"Well, I gotta bounce guys, see ya." He said, leaving the building and going his dorm for the night.
Waking up the next day, he was actually excited for the riff off. Y/N threw on some ripped jeans with a studded belt, a black shirt, with a F/C plaid button up, some accessories, and F/C converse.
He walked around campus a bit, then went to a cafe to study and relax. There he saw some other Treblemakers sitting at a table, shoving each other and laughing. Just as he turned to go sit at a table in the corner, he bumped into something. No. Someone...
Donald. Again. 'GOD DAMN IT,' he thought, but as he did, Donald grabbed his arm and started pulling him to the Treblemaker's table,
"Huh?" Y/N said, slightly panicked.
"I'm not gonna have a fellow Treble sit alone, we're not gonna bite," he laughed, continuing to pull him.
"Sup Donald, ... and...umm?.."
"Y/N." Donald responded for him.
"You know he can speak for himself right, man?" Hat said, snickering.
"Shut it," he said, shoving Hat, then sitting down, "Come on, sit." Donald patted the seat next to him.
Y/N , shifting anxiously. As conversation went on, he loosened up a bit, and got more comfortable talking. Soon, they were all laughing and joking. He was actually having a great time with them. This was the most he'd laughed in such a long time. And for once in his life, Y/N finally felt like he fit in somewhere, he wasn't just in the background anymore...
He belonged.
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Donald x Male Reader (Pitch Perfect)
FanfictionNew to Barden University, Y/N finds himself in an acapella group called the Treblemakers. What will happen? (I do not own these characters.)
