cheerleading followers

anonymous asked:

heres a prompt if u were interested: neil being oblivious when flirted with constantly while andrew doing nothing, passing by, twirling his racquet is enough to get neil's attention (the rest of the foxes smirk)

“You’re all zoned out,” Matt says in her ear. Dan tips him immediately backwards with a hand to the chest.

“Shush,” she tells him, gritted through the straw she’s worrying between her teeth. She ran out of the watered-down pepsi they’re serving in battered plastic jugs a half hour ago.

“Dan.”

“Shush,” she insists, pressing two fingers to his mouth. She’s watching Neil trying to fill his water cup over at the far side of the banquet hall. He’s hovering in that way he does, like a shark who hasn’t figured out if something’s food yet.

There’s this sweet brown-eyed boy trying to talk to him, possibly the only male cheerleader in the room, certainly the least in the loop about Exy gossip. Dan watches him touch Neil’s arm and Neil jerks backwards into the table, toppling an entire icy water jug so it slops onto the floor and seeps through the tablecloth to the dark wood underneath.

Heads pop up, the boy falls all over himself to pour Neil a new glass, and Neil wanders off, bored.

Dan has noticed that people really want Neil to have a heart of gold. They like the news stories and they want them for themselves. They want the seams showing on his face and the tragedy in his back pocket, and they want to show everyone how accepting they are for finding his scars sexy. 

All they really want is his trim waist and his pretty eyes and his vice-cap badge and the way he shoves cameras away and has more history than any twenty-year-old has any business having.

Dan’s seen it all before. The way people like the character you’re playing so much that they want to take you home and open you up and see how deep it goes.

Neil’s worse at knowing when it’s happening. Dan’s a professional. She can see the way their eyes follow him because at least a dozen are always following her too, especially in places like this banquet. They look at Neil, or Dan, and a little part of them expects a show.

She watches Neil walk towards them with his eyes pouring over the room like liquid and finding every crevice, every exit. She looks at Matt.

“He’s doing that thing where he’s making a spectacle but he thinks he’s being very subtle.”

“That’s his whole shtick. I’m fond of it, now.” Matt grins.

“Do you think he actually noticed he was being hit on?”

Matt hums, watching Neil wind through the tables back to the fox—trojan extravaganza at theirs. “I doubt he knows anything about that boy other than the fact that he was in front of him for a bit.”

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Just kidding. Seriously I was having a bad day, not able to draw anything due to my massive art block which I’m hoping will pass in a few days, issues at school, stress because of finals, troubles in the romance department, etc. Then I actually hit 50 followers! I was amazed. Maybe it isn’t many but it’s a lot to me. I never imagined that my silly little drawings would get any attention. Thank you so much! So to celebrate, here is a little cheerleader T.Jeffs. Just look at him, cheering you on. Have an amazing day!

Zach Dempsey (request dos)

YAYYYYYY I AM SO READY TO DO THIS

anon asked if I could write a justin or zach imagine with a chubby poc of color where she is feeling insecure and scared that they are going to leave her for someone skinnier and of a lighter skin tone. 

I chose Zach because he is smol bean, and I love him. Also, being a person of color with a lot of meat is hard, but I feel like Zach would love me for who I am. 10/10 would bang that boi. 

enjoyyy

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There was no doubt that it was hard being a part of a minority. Especially at Liberty High. You were often distanced by others because you were slightly overweight and had colored skin. Usually, people were accepted easily if they were one or the other. The problem was that you were both, so it was just a tad harder to get the acceptance. There was one person though, that removed all biased assumptions about you from his mind and plowed on deep into your heart, getting to know you for who you truly were on the inside. You two fell in love, and no matter what anybody said to him about it he always insisted that you were the one.

Sometimes it was easier to believe than others. 

For example, it was Friday and there was a baseball game. You were cheering him on. Because you and Zach Dempsey had been going strong for four whole months and there hadn’t been one game that you had missed. Every chance to cheer him on you took by the hair, because you wanted him to know that you loved him. This particular game, though, was against a school very well known for their nymphomaniac cheerleaders. The East High Devils. The name definitely suited them. 

You were standing by the door of the boys locker room, giving Zach a good luck hug around the middle. “Good luck, Zach. Do your best, I know that you’ll beat them to the ground.” 

A few of the Devil cheerleaders were standing by, looking at the two of you and whispering incoherently. One of their players was being mauled by one of them, nearly sucking him whole into her mouth. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you, baby.” Zach pulled back and you expected him to give you a proper kiss, but he glanced over at the cheerleaders before pecking your forehead. “I’ll see you after the game.” 

You watched as he turned and gave you one last sweet smile, before barging into the locker room and yelling out at his team mates. Your smile faltered and you turned around, ready to find a seat when you saw one of the cheerleaders looking at you oddly, her eyebrows raised and her lip curled. She was thin as a stick and her skin was a milky white, giving her the look of a porcelain doll. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled politely, quickly making your way to the field. 

Your friend, Hannah Baker, met you by the stands, wearing a purple beanie and biting her chapped lips. She seemed to be staring at Clay Jensen, who was sitting in the stands while chatting with Tony Padilla. 

“Jensen, huh? He’s a cutie, you should go for it.” 

Hannah jumped as you appeared behind her, clutching her chest. “Jesus, Y/N! You scared the hell out of me! And I was not staring at helmet! Pffttt.” You made a face at Hannah and she sighed in defeat. “Whatever, this isn’t the time to talk about it. Let’s find a seat first.” 

You nodded and climbed up the bleachers after Hannah, your eyes darting back to the field. The team was slowly coming out of the locker rooms, and you were glad that you had forced Zach to ditch his hair gel at home. He would have been massively late if he hadn’t. 


The game went smoothly, but as you watched, there seemed to be something going on between the skinny cheerleader and Zach, as she kept staring at your boyfriend like she wanted to devour him whole. Part of you wanted to know that your boyfriend was too good for someone that had a reputation of sleeping with men as frequently as humans breathed oxygen, but part of you was not so sure. That was the deep part of you you never wanted to see. The insecure part, that always persisted that one day Zach would leave you for someone so much skinnier and lighter. 

When the game was near the end you turned to Hannah and interrupted her quiet gazing at Clay. “Do you think that the nympho cheerleaders are capable of going after someone they knew had a girlfriend?” 

Hannah jumped again and looked at you for a second, processing your words. Then she snorted. “Are you kidding, Y/N? Those nympho devils are capable of doing it with people they know have kids. They’re relentless. No one has said no to any one of them yet.” 

Your heart sank as the team slowly filed out to the locker rooms again, cheering on the crowd. Liberty High had brought another victory to the plate. The devils were sulking to the same locker rooms, their cheerleaders following suit with jumps in their steps. You instantly knew that they did not care if the team had lost or won – as long as there was someone to have sex with. 

“Alright, Hannah, I’m going to see Zach. Go talk to Jensen, okay? Whatever excuse that you have as to why you haven’t already, well, shove it up someones ass. Go get him.” 

You squeezed Hannah’s elbow while grinning and then turned and sped the fastest you could through the thick crowd, your heart going a million miles a minute. It was really difficult this time, seeing as since it was victory, everyone wanted to congratulate the team first hand. You spotted Zach near the entrance of the locker rooms, but there was someone that was also very near. The white devil. 

“Zach!” You called, trying to push people from your way. Zach didn’t seem to hear you, as he panted and adjusted his dirty uniform. Someone else seemed to have heard you, though, and the cheerleader turned to you and winked, before slipping passed the crowd, into the boys locker room. 

You stopped in your tracks, the insecurity bubbling in your chest. You wanted so badly to believe in Zach, in yourself that you were good enough, but you were really failing. All of Zach’s said words of reassurance from the past were just fuzzy in your mind. 

It took about ten minutes for you to get to the entrance of the locker rooms, and by that time you were panting from worry, and you hands were slightly sweaty. You looked around and noticed that the coaches were looking at you with raised eyebrows and you sighed and backed away. You hurried around the wall to the entrance of the school, deciding to go through the locker room entrance inside the main building. This took you five minutes. Oh, God, that nympho could already have gotten to Zach. 

You rounded the corner of the hallway, out of breath, but quickly backed up when you saw what was going on. Zach was pinned against the wall, still sweaty and in his uniform, the cheerleader saying things while batting her eyelashes and pressing her palm on his chest. You pressed your back to the wall when the image seared itself into your mind, tears forming in your tear ducts. 

“Listen, Zach, was it? I was surprised at your work out there. You’re not bad at all. The way your muscles worked when you pitched? You made me wetter than water itself.” 

There was the clearing of a throat and you bit your lip, trying to hold yourself back from barging over there and pushing her off of him. You wanted to know if Zach was capable of doing it. Of confirming your insecurities. 

“That is interesting, Gloria, was it? I really need to get going, though, I was just going to get my girlfriend. We’re going to a party at my friends.” 

You let a smile flutter on your features, but it quickly vanished at what she said next. 

“Girlfriend? That chubby colored girl? Ew, I bet you anything she’s not as good in bed as I am. Besides, you can pin me against the wall and fuck me on a table. Can you even do that with her? She’s like…fat.” 

There was the squeaking of shoes and a gasp of anger. You felt tears prick your eyes and you bit your lip harder. That was it. People actually were cruel enough to assure your insecurities that they were right. 

“Shut your mouth, bitch! You don’t even know Y/N! She’s beautiful, and she is not fat.She may not be as skinny as you, but she definitely does not have any STDs as I know you have. Go fuck with someone else, because there is no way I am going to touch you. I have a beautiful girlfriend to go get. And yes, I can definitely make love to her on a table. We just have a lot more class than that.” 

There was the sound of loud stomping coming in your direction and you grinned, knowing that you were ready to show Zach just as much love that he had just shown for you. However, there was a squeak and then the footsteps stopped, followed by the sound of muffled shouts.

You turned the corner and saw the the devil was pushing herself against Zach, trying her best to kiss his lips and stick her tongue down his throat. You gasped and started to storm their way, catching their attention. Zach saw you and his face fell instantly, his mouth opening and closing. The girl just grinned, pulling away as if she had won an award. 

“Y/N, I swear it isn’t what it looks like! I’m sorry, I love you so much and I would never-” 

You cut Zach short by walking forward and throwing a fist out, catching the girl right on her porcelain jaw. She screamed and fell back, her hand instantly cupping the area. You turned to Zach and smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him away without a word. 

“You fat whore!” The cheerleader wailed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Zach asked quickly, still following you as you intertwined your fingers with his. He was just shocked. When both of you rounded the corner you pushed him up against the wall and wiped his mouth of the girls germs. 

“I’ve never been better, Zach.” You answered, leaning in and giving him a huge kiss on the lips. He kissed you back gently, his hands traveling up to your neck. You pulled away after a second. “I heard what you said, babe. And you will not believe how lucky I am to have someone like you. I fucking love you.”

Zach smiled and kissed you again, this time flipping the position and pinning you against the wall as he let his thumbs caress your cheeks. “I love you too, Y/N. And I am definitely the lucky one, because all of what I said was true.” 

You pressed your forehead to his and laughed slightly. “We’ve never done it on a table… but it sounds very wild.” 

Zach laughed loudly and kissed you again. “There is nothing that I would not do if you really wanted it, Y/N. I love you, and I can’t say it enough.” 

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holy fluff

also, i know Zach is more of a basketball person, but I have a theory in my head that Zach is just so good and sexy he does every sport and does it hella good

jesoos he is fucing fine

AS ALWAYS this is not edited. And AS ALWAYS since I never get the love in person gimme the sugar on here, will ya doll?

anonymous asked:

Kagami and Himuro (separate) finding out that their s/o is a Cheerleader for her schools basketball club?

Kagami: He had been told the bus trailing them from school was filled with Seirin’s new cheer squad; one of the perks of being newly named champions, he supposed, was that the cheerleaders now followed them to games. He didn’t really pay that any mind though, too focused on the game to come.

At least, he didn’t pay it any mind until he saw you step off the bus, cheer skirt flouncing around your thighs and uniform top tight on your body. Red couldn’t color his cheeks any faster than in that moment. Kagami sputtered out your name, catching your attention quickly and, as you bounced over to him, he was sure your pleated skirt was creeping up a little too high. Was that even legal?

“Isn’t this great?” Your voice was bubbly as you hugged him, forcing his arms to fumble around your barely covered waist. “Now we can see each other at every single game.”

Kagami grunted, the noise neither approval or rejection. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing you in that uniform every week.

Himuro: It was during the break that the cheerleaders had come out, bouncing on the tips of their toes and calling out to the crowd in Yosen’s name. He hadn’t given them much attention, wanting to use the time to cool himself off after a grueling first half, but one voice out of the few wouldn’t leave him be.

Himuro hadn’t known you were part of the cheer team until he saw you walk into the gym, trailing behind your coach and captain. He hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to you yet; he wanted to ask when you had joined.

Instead, he found himself staring out at the court as you and your team went through your routine. He’d expected something simple, like a few cheers that everyone could follow along with, but he was surprised with what he saw. There were stunts and jumps he couldn’t even imagine you doing prior to today and, needless to say, he was rather impressed with what he saw.

“No need to have such indecent thoughts,” Fukui teased, seeing Himuro staring in your direction for possibly a few seconds too long to not be wanton.

observation

I think the reason that Roger Taylor usually wears sunglasses is that he wants to be taken seriously as a hard ass rockstar and he knows that without them he looks like a doe-eyed school girl

case in point, Roger with glasses:

cool dude, your mother hates him cause he lets you ride with him on his motorcycle without a helmet, smells of cigarettes and testosterone, drops u off at 3 am on a school night

Roger without glasses:

actual cheerleader, 7k followers on instagram, straight A-s, every boy wants her and every girl aspires to be her, your first lesbian crush

The One With The Radio Show

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Summary: After joining the school radio show for extra credit, Isaac falls for you and uses the morning announcements as an opportunity to let you know… with the whole school as an audience.

A/N: i’m so sad we aren’t going to see as much of stiles in the new season of teen wolf! aren’t you guys?

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

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“Extra credit, Mr Lahey-” Coach Finstock’s voice booms across the locker room, “-Is the only way you’ll be able to stay on the team. You’re poor academic achievements means I can’t keep you on the team otherwise and it’d be a real pity if I had to let you go.” Coach Finstock glares at him as though he has no other option but to get extra credit. Isaac feared dropping off the team to get better grades would mean getting his eyes gouged out.

“Well, what can I do for extra credit?” Isaac grumbles, shutting his locker.

“I am glad you asked,” Coach says enthusiastically, “Let me introduce you to someone,” he says, signalling for Isaac to follow him into his office.

At the sound of the door opening you stand up, waiting irritably for the Coach to address you.

“I’ve been here for an hour,” you say not so politely.

“Yes, well you can blame Mr. Lahey’s long showers for that,” Coach shrugs, “Y/N, this is Isaac. Isaac this is y/n.”

You nod to acknowledge him, staring at the coach with furrowed brows, “What exactly am I doing here?”

“Well, Isaac here needs extra credit and I’ve come to an agreement with the vice principal. I’ve been notified that there’s a vacancy on the school radio station?”

“We don’t just take anyone,” you say quickly, eyeing Isaac. You were aware of his reputation, mainly because of the many times you’d had to interrupt the morning portion of the show to tell him to go to the principal’s office over the intercom. He’d seemingly changed since integrating himself into Scott McCall’s group but you weren’t going to take any chances.

“Well, that’s not up to you because the vice principal has already OK’d it,” Coach says with a smile, pushing Isaac in your direction, “Go show him where the room is and sort him out. If he does something wrong you can come complain to me,” he reassures you.

“Like you’d do anything about it,” you grumble, walking out. You could hear Isaac’s heavy footsteps following behind you and despite walking faster, he caught up walking at exactly the same pace.

“Damn long legs,” you huff, turning to face him, “This is our room. There are currently four people on the team, you make five. There’s Taylor, Gabriella, Tyler and I.”

You unlock the room and wait for him to walk in before following, “We set up at 7am. As you know we do the notices while everyone is homeroom. We also do music over lunch and a show afterschool on Thursdays.”

“Why would you do a show after school?”

You sigh without answering, “If you just show up for the 7am at least 2 days a week, I’ll tell the Coach you’re doing fine. You don’t have to show up for lunch or the after show.”

“I can show up for all of it,” he shrugs. You swallow hard and smile, “Yes, but you don’t need to. You have no experience with this stuff and we actually take this show seriously. Lunch is music and Thursday’s show is important; we talk about important stuff.”

“I know about important stuff,” he grins, “And I have a great taste in music.”

You could tell he was just trying to psyche you out and you roll your eyes, not taking the bait. There was no way someone like Isaac would want to spend all his time doing a radio show.

“Right… look, 7am, okay?”

He nods, trailing his fingers over the soundboard.

“Don’t touch that,” you huff, slapping his hand away. He smiles as though amused and sits back in a chair, reclining, “So what do you do here?”

“A little bit of everything. Morning announcements-“

“So that’s you I always hear calling my name out,” he smirks.

“It’s not voluntary, trust me,” you scoff, “I also do music on some breaks and usually the Thursday show.”

“What exactly is on the Thursday show?” he asks.

“Guess you’ll have to listen in sometime,” you say. You nudge him, “Alright, let’s get out of here. You’ll remember this room, yes?”

“Yes,” he rolls his eyes, “See you tomorrow at 7.”

“Sure.” You watch him walk down the hallway, 90% sure he wouldn’t even arrive at school until 10am.


Over 2 weeks, you and Isaac had kind of fallen into a pattern. A pattern which entailed light flirting every morning and the two of you volunteering to take the lunch shift.

Most people on the team had picked up and given up arguing over shifts. They’d rather let the two of you have it then have to deal with third wheeling, seeing that even if only one you got the shift, the other would show up too.

“Lunch today?” Isaac asks, nudging you slightly as he walks in.

“I can’t,” you sigh guiltily, “I have something to do.”

He smirks, eyeing you curiously as he listens to your heart race, “What?”

“Just like a tryout,” you shrug, fiddling with the coffee machine. He catches your hand, “For what?”

“Cheerleading, okay?!”

Isaac snorts, “You’re trying out for cheerleading?!”

“Shut up,” you slap his arm playfully, “I have to get more extra-curricular’s!”

“Oh, so this is an extra credit kind of thing,” he teases.

“Oh please, don’t try put us on the same level. I’m way better than you.” You poke your tongue out and he rolls his eyes, “I cannot imagine you as a cheerleader.”

“Why not?” you ask, suddenly self-conscious.

“Because you’re you – you’re nerdy and dorky and literally live in this radio room!”

You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, “That’s not true!”

“It so is – if I hadn’t been forced into this extra credit thing I probably never would have met you - I mean, it’s not like you go to parties or anything.”

You could hear your heart hammering in your ears. You weren’t sure if you were hurt or angry that he thought these things about you.

“Right,” you huff, “No way a loser like me could have ever been associated with you unless you were forced into it.”

Isaac’s smile drops, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Whatever,” you grumble, “Anyways, if I make the team we have our first practice tomorrow morning so I’ll need you to cover the morning notices for me but if that’s too much for you to commit to, don’t worry -  my loser ass probably won’t make it anyway.”

You turn on your heels, rushing out of the room.

Sure it had only been two weeks but you were sure there was something between the two of you. But was that all he had thought of you? The geeky girl helping him with his extra credit, not worth anything to him in any other place or time?

Sure, you had had your own opinions of him before you actually got to know him but once you had, you hadn’t stuck to them.

But maybe he was just a cocky, arrogant asshole. Maybe you were right about him from the beginning.


Taking gymnastics for most of your childhood had paid off at cheerleading tryouts but left you so sore you could barely move. Having cheerleading practice the following morning didn’t help either.

You head to the field in uniform – kind of excited about having a whole new side to you, away from the station which had  basically been your life for the past two years.

You wander whether Isaac was actually taking the morning notices but then shrug it off – even if he wasn’t, he’d have to face the consequences with the coach and vice principal – it wasn’t your problem. He wasn’t your problem.

“Alright girls,” Kayla calls out, clapping her hands together loudly, “Welcome to squad newbies and welcome back returning members! This years-“

Before she can continue, the loud, screeching sound of feedback from the intercom speakers echo across the field.

“Here are your morning announcements,” you hear Isaac’s voice boom. You feel a wave of relief wash over you knowing that he actually took your shift.

“Students must be reminded that the tutoring centre is filling up and anyone who wants a tutor must sign up by the weeks end,” he sighs and sucks in a deep breath, “Freshman, please pulls your noses out of the maps and look for your classes with your eyes – it’s not that hard.”

That definitely wasn’t in the script.

“Let’s see,” he continues, “Uhhh – here we go: Isaac Lahey, please report to the principal’s office,” he chuckles over the intercom, “I guess that’s my cue to leave but before I do…

You could practically hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice.

“I made the mistake of insulting one of the most beautiful, intelligent and talented girls I know this morning.”

Your eyes widen.

“Now, let me be clear – this girl is Y/N Y/L/N”

The cheerleading team turns towards you – some giggling, others annoyed the notices were interrupting practice time.

“Excuse me,” you mumble in embarrassment, running across the field back into the main building.

“She is gorgeous, I mean, she’s hot but she’s also funny and kind. She does this twitchy thing with her nose when she’s annoyed.” You could hear him going on as you ran through the halls – a few people staring and others laughing. You were too embarrassed to even stop and tell them to shove it.

“But, the point is, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you like that, I mean, if it isn’t obvious enough, I’m crazy about you. I skip lunch to hang out with you and I got here at 7am to set up the station – if that isn’t commitment, I don’t know what is,” he continues, “I hope you’re enjoying cheerleading practice if you’re listening.”

You could see the radio stations room’s door at the other end of the hall and speed up, dodging people as you pass the lockers.

“I’m sure you’ll do great… and I’m sure you look great. God, imagine you in a cheerleading uniform. Your ass in-“

“ISAAC!” you yell, throwing the door open.

He smirks at the sight of you, his pen in-between his teeth. He pulls it out and wiggles it between his forefinger and thumb, “Am I doing a good job?”

“You are so dead!”

You knew your cheeks were bright red and that you probably looked like a pissed off toddler, but no one could see you here. If you had to tackle him to the floor to teach him a lesson, you would.

“What?” he laughs, standing up and pulling the chair between the two of you, dodging you each time you lunged for him.

“What do you mean ‘what’?! This is the school radio show not the 0800 pervert line!

He chuckles, jumping across the room while you rush after him, “I was paying you a compliment! Telling you how beautiful I think you are!”

“Isaac!” you grunt, his shirt inches away from your grasp, “You were trying to embarrass me!”

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed!” he laughs, jumping over a table.

“I hate you!”

You were laughing now too, out of breath. He turns around and walks over to you as you double over and when you stand up, he’s inches away from you.

“No. You like me,” he says, “A lot.”

If your heartbeat and chemo signals hadn’t given you away, the look on your face would have.

“So? You like me! You just told them entire school!”

“Yes, I did,” he says proudly. He puts an arm around your waist, leaning in slowly. You close the distance between the two of you, standing on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck.

“Ahem,” the vice principal clears her throat in the doorway, “I think it’s time you ended the morning announcements, don’t you?”

You stare at the microphone in shock, realizing it had been on the entire time the two of you were chasing each other around and sucking face. Isaac, on the other hand, wasn’t so bothered.

“And that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentleman,” he says into the mic before cutting the feed.