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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.


“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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Louisville All girl!


Who remembers the old high school cheer days ? Highland springs cheerleaders in Virginia slay ALL THAT SASS👸🏾🐝🎒🏆 , must follow

Happy Ending

One-Shot from the “My Eyes” Universe.

Spoiler-y (and confusing) if you haven’t read the series.

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Request: @prettyyoungtragedy

Prompt: Frankie’s school D.C. trip makes a stop at the Smithsonian.  

Pairing: Dad!Bucky & Frankie; Dad!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Words Count: 2,796

Frankie looked at the airplanes in awe. She wondered what the thrill would be like to fly in some of the old models, completely exposed and feeling the wind in her hair. She’d convinced Sam and Rhodey to teach her a few things at the compound. But they wouldn’t let her take anything off the ground yet.

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When you’re depressed as heck but still gotta draw something

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!


can’t stop making gmw ausglee

Cory Matthews always believed the world was going to look out for him, but stuck at a dead-end teaching job and failing to patch up the cracks in his marriage, he’s starting to think there’s a small, small chance he was dead wrong. In an effort to get back the attention of his successful, driven but conflict-avoidant wife Topanga Matthews, he joins forces with his best friend and lackluster cop Shawn Hunter to do the impossible – resurrect Abigail Adam’s glee club.

Jack Hunter, Abigal Adams principal doesn’t seem convinced and it’s only with Eric Matthews’ guidance (as the guidance counselor) that he gives the club a shot in the dark: Cory must place at sectionals, or the club is done. Despite it’s D-list status, the club does garner some quick interest …

Maya Hart has always dreamed of getting out of Lima and finding her way to New York, and art is her greatest vehicle for doing so. With a killer force and ambition worth envy, she’s determined to use glee club as her claim to fame and ticket out of the small-town hellhole. But her blind ambition doesn’t make her the most popular girl in school.

Zay Babineaux is an out and proud bisexual black man in the rough streets of Lima, and all he wants to do is dance. Glee club seems like a good place to start and avoid the derision of his classmates who already think of him as the black sheep of the school – but he doesn’t expect to butt heads with another diva just as driven as him to show off their full star power.

Farkle Minkus is the school stoner and doesn’t care what anybody thinks, but that doesn’t leave him with many friends. Desperate to put some extracurriculars on his resume for college applications when senior year rolls around, he finds himself joining the newly risen glee club figuring it’ll crash and burn within the year.

Riley Matthews does not want to be in the high school glee club. She has her friends, she has her cheer squad, she knows her place in the high school food chain and she doesn’t want to rock the boat. But her father drags her into the fray and suddenly she finds herself faced with her former friends she hasn’t spoken to since elementary school – and caught in the middle of her parents’ growing feud.

Charlie Gardner has always liked performing, but never did he think he would find himself in the glee club. Dragged in by his girlfriend Riley Matthews, he decides to play along and make the most of the situation, but he also figures he owes Riley a big favor – after all, it’s thanks to her that no one has caught on to his lack of attraction to the female gender.

Vanessa Johnson is co-captain of the cheerleading squad and has much better things to do than play karaoke in some washed-up show choir. But her best friend Riley is begging her to stick it out with her, so she finds herself slumming it with some of the biggest losers in the school – and worst of all, she thinks she may actually enjoy it.

Also meandering their way into the club are Asher Garcia, a quiet, unassuming farm boy with some killer pipes; Dave Williams, the jazz band guitarist who owes Farkle a favor; Isadora Smackle, pushed into the club as a way to make new friends by her overly concerned father; Darby Walker and Sarah Carpenter, clone cheerleaders who follow wherever Vanessa leads; and lastly Lucas Friar, a mysterious transfer student from Austin, TX who is a little too upbeat and perfect to be legit.

Amidst rivaling egos, complicated harmonies, and more relationship drama than necessary, Cory is going to hopefully lead this twelve misfits to victory at the sectionals and secure the longevity of the program – and hopefully stick it to his wife in the meantime. 

Prologue: Last One on The Shelf

When Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak both reach for the last Lego Batman set on the shelf at the same time one December night while holiday present shopping for their kids, they have no idea that their chance encounter is going to change their lives.

{ cover art by Nelly @smoakqueenz }

Rating: M This Chapter’s Word Count: 3497

Hey friends! If you’ve been reading my fics for a while now and have been anticipating my this one, or this is your first one by me that you’ve stumbled upon, I just want to say thank you so much for giving this story a click! (If you’re just coming off of Keep it Professional, you will be happy to know that this one is not quite as tortuously slow burn) I have wanted to do a single parents AU for a while now and I have had so much fun writing this so far so I hope that you enjoy this new twist on Olicity I’ve created. A few quick notes before you jump into the story…

*I want to thank Nelly for creating the super adorable cover art for this fic and Aubrey and Manon and Jo for being the best ever beta readers/cheerleaders :D

**If you followed my Christmas countdown last year, some parts of this prologue are going to seem familiar because I’m basing this AU off of a one-shot I wrote for the countdown. I did change/add some stuff though, so make sure you don’t just skim over it thinking it’s the same thing you already read :)

Okay now that we’ve got that covered, happy reading!!

There it was.

After over an hour of scouring multiple stores, he finally spotted the Batcave Lego set that was going to make him Dad of the Year. And his timing was perfect because it was the very last one on the shelf.

Just as he was reaching for the box, another hand shot out and grabbed it at the same time. Turning his head, he saw a woman looking just about as frazzled as he was with her glasses a little askew and her blonde ponytail a mess.

While her head barely came up to his chin, she didn’t look the least bit threatened by his looming presence. She just rested her hands on her hips and glared up at him.  “I was here first.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he shot back, “I’m pretty sure I was.”

“You don’t understand, tomorrow night is the first night of Hanukkah and my daughter has been leaving me not-so-subtle hints about how this Lego set will make her entire year, but I haven’t had time to do my shopping until now and it’s sold out literally everywhere.”

“Well tomorrow is also Christmas Eve and it’s the only day this week that I get to have my son so I need this set too. I’m pretty sure there’s more than one night of Hanukkah for you to figure something else out.”

“Umm, nope. I was here first, I’m taking the set,” she concluded.


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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

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.

Zach Dempsey (request dos)


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. 



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.” 


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?

dear cheer tumblr...

…are you still alive?

I mean I kind of get it… I’m 22 years old and when I started this blog in about 2013 cheerleading was a bigger part of my life than it is now. I follow about 70 blogs rn and maybe they just grew old aswell. But there are more than 1000 people following this blog and if there is any other active cheer blog please let me know! You don’t even have to like or reblog this post… just leave a message or whatever. I just want to follow your blog! :D Please bring my dash back to live ♥