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DANNYMAY DAY 12: Sports
Day 11 ⟡ Day 13
Paulina cheerleading! After drawing Danny for 11 days, thought I’d change it up a bit! I’m definitely not used to draw girls, though xD.
Fun fact: Paulina’s last name “Sanchez” is not canon.
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DANNYMAY DAY 12: Sports
Day 11 ⟡ Day 13
Paulina cheerleading! After drawing Danny for 11 days, thought I’d change it up a bit! I’m definitely not used to draw girls, though xD.
Fun fact: Paulina’s last name “Sanchez” is not canon.
Petra Collins’ high school aesthetic photography changed my brain chemistry
1st and Goal! San Francisco 49ers!
HEYYYY first of all just want to say you are absolutely killing it im so obsessed with all your fics 😭🩷 i have a request if you want to do it! no pressure at all though ill totally understand!!
idk if you are familiar with the sport but i would DIEEE for a ilia x fem!reader but the reader is a cheerleader !! (bonus points if reader is a flyer… 🙏) maybe it could be ilia going to one of her competitions, and he’s never been to one before. so when he does see her he is all shocked/impressed and can’t stop talking about how fun she was to watch!
another idea is reader comes home from a rough practice and talks to ilia about it and he reassures her, and that would’ve been the last practice before the competition yk, and then the competition happens?
sorry if this is all over the place 😭 and pls don’t feel pressured to do this i totally understand! especially if you don’t really know about cheer i get it would probably be hard to make lol 😭
BUT NEVER STOP SLAYING QUEEN I LOVE UR FICS 🩷🩷🩷
By the time she knocked on Ilia’s door, her body felt like it had been wrung out and tossed aside.
He opened it almost instantly like he’d been waiting and his expression shifted the second he saw her. “Hey… what happened?”
She didn’t even try to act okay. She stepped inside, dropped her bag with a dull thud, and pressed her forehead into his shoulder. “Practice was awful.”
Ilia’s arms came around her automatically, steady and warm. “That bad?”
“Worse,” she mumbled into his hoodie. “We kept missing the basket toss. Timing was off, grips were slipping, and I almost fell on the last run.” She pulled back, frustration flashing in her eyes. “And this was supposed to be our clean run before comp.”
He frowned slightly, not in judgment, but in focus, like he was already trying to solve it. “You got hurt?”
“No. Just… my pride.” She let out a humorless laugh. “And maybe my confidence.”
Ilia nudged her toward the couch. “Sit.”
She rolled her eyes a little, but she sat anyway, watching as he disappeared into the kitchen. “You’re being bossy.”
“Yeah,” he called back, “because you look like you’re about to crash.”
He came back with water and something sweet, he always defaulted to that when she had a rough day and handed them to her before sitting close, one arm draped along the back of the couch behind her shoulders.
She leaned into him.
“You wanna talk about it?” he asked.
She hesitated, then sighed. “I don’t know. It’s just… I’m the flyer. If I mess up, it’s obvious. It’s on me. Everyone sees it.” Her fingers tightened around the bottle. “And if I fall at comp….”
“You won’t.”
She glanced up at him. “Ilia…”
“You won’t,” he repeated, firmer, his eyes locked on hers. “Bad practices happen. I bomb run throughs all the time before comps.”
“You literally land quads like it’s nothing.”
“And sometimes I don’t,” he shot back, a small smirk tugging at his mouth. “You just don’t see those as much.”
She huffed softly. “It’s not the same.”
“Yeah, it is.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “You trust your bases, right?”
“Of course.”
“And they trust you?”
She nodded.
“Then one bad practice doesn’t erase that.” His thumb brushed lightly against her arm, grounding. “You’re good. I’ve seen you. You’re insane, actually.”
That pulled a small smile from her. “Insane?”
“In a cool way,” he added quickly, grinning. “Like…why are you flying through the air like that? Who allowed that?”
She laughed, finally, the tension easing out of her shoulders. “It’s not that dramatic.”
“It is to me,” he said, eyes flicking over her like he was still a little in awe. “I jump and spin. You get thrown.”
“Okay, when you say it like that…”
He nudged her knee with his. “You’re gonna be fine. And if something goes wrong? You get back up. That’s kind of your whole thing.”
She studied him for a second, the steadiness in his voice, the way he said it like it was a fact not just something to make her feel better.
“You’re really good at this,” she said quietly.
“At what?”
“Making me feel less like I’m about to spiral.”
He shrugged a little. “I just tell the truth.”
She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”
He turned his head just enough that her lips almost brushed his. “That’s it?”
Her eyes flickered with amusement. “You want more?”
“Always.”
She smiled, and kissed him properly slow, lingering, the kind that made the rest of the day feel a little further away.
“Go win your competition,” he murmured against her lips when they pulled apart.
She exhaled, nodding. “Yeah… okay. I will.”
Two days later, Ilia realized he had no idea what to expect.
The gym was louder than anything he expected…music blasting, crowds yelling, teams moving in synchronized chaos. It wasn’t quiet focus like skating competitions. It was energy. Constant, buzzing energy.
And then her team walked out.
Ilia straightened immediately.
She looked different not just because of the uniform and makeup, but the way she carried herself. Focused. Sharp. Like everything in her had clicked into place.
“That’s her,” he muttered under his breath, even though no one asked.
When the music started, he barely blinked.
The routine moved fast, faster than he expected but his attention locked onto her every time she hit the air.
The first toss made his stomach drop.
“Whoa…” he leaned forward, eyes wide. “Wait….”
She flew actually flew and hit perfectly back into her bases like gravity worked differently for her.
By the second pass, he was shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s insane. That’s actually insane.”
By the end, when she hit the final pose, Ilia was already on his feet, clapping harder than he ever had at any skating event.
He didn’t even realize he was grinning like an idiot until she spotted him.
Her face lit up.
And suddenly she was running off the mat, weaving through people until she collided into him.
“You came!” she laughed, breathless.
“Of course I came,” he said, hands landing on her waist automatically. “Are you kidding me? That was….” he cut himself off, shaking his head. “You didn’t tell me it was like that.”
She blinked, amused. “Like what?”
“Like terrifying and amazing at the same time?” he said. “You were literally flying.”
She laughed, cheeks flushed. “I told you what I do.”
“Not like that.” He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “That was insane. You were insane.”
“You already used that word.”
“Because it still applies.”
She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Did I at least look confident?”
“You looked like you owned the entire place,” he said without hesitation. “I couldn’t stop watching you.”
Her expression softened at that, something quieter slipping in beneath the excitement. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His thumb brushed lightly against her hip. “I’m kinda obsessed, actually.”
She stepped closer, tilting her head. “Kinda?”
“Okay, very.”
She laughed softly, then kissed him quick at first, then deeper when he pulled her closer.
When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers. “You win?”
“We’ll find out,” she said, still smiling. “But… I feel good about it.”
“You should.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, softer this time. “You were incredible.”
Her arms slid around his neck. “You’re not allowed to miss another one now.”
“Yeah,” he said easily, already nodding. “That’s not happening. I’m coming to all of them.”
She raised a brow. “All of them?”
“Every single one,” he confirmed, grinning. “I need to see you fly again.”
She laughed, pulling him back in for another kiss, brighter this time like the nerves from two days ago had been replaced with something warm and steady.
And standing there with him, still buzzing from the routine, she realized….
He was right.
She’d been fine all along.
Lottie with a cheerleading gf headcannons
Warning ! Slight nsfw
Request!
• before every game and pep rally, you and her always pamper eachother, doing Lottie’s make up and hair, facepaint too, making sure she always looks ready and her best on the field
• At pep rally’s and games, you always have a 5 on your cheek, Lottie’s soccer number, you don’t even care about the make up rules, you want to support your gf
• you always cheer the loudest out of the girls, leading the chants and holding up the signs to support her, she always appreciates it smm
• when your not cheering, you always wear her extra jersey and she absolutely loves it so much she thinks it’s so cute
• Lottie’s loves to attend your cheerleading competitions, she’s literally your own personal cheerleader like how you are hers, she’s always holding signs and yelling the loudest in the crowd, just like how you do :)
• when your wearing your cheer uniform on game days and walking around in the short skirt, she gets very jealous by anyone who looks your way
• she hates whenever you give anyone attention whenever you wear that uniform, especially if it’s a guy who’s so clearly looking at you in a lustful way.
• she pulls you close to her and is all on you, as if she was giving the guy a sign that she owns you and to back off
• Lottie is already a very competitive person, she hates losing games, she gets very competitive especially when she sees you watching her
• she tries hard to impress you, doing fancy tricks to show her skills off. You think it’s adorable when Lottie tries to impress you, you know when she does and when she doesn’t
• sometimes she will fumble and she will fall, she gets so embarrassed, not because she’s infront of more then half of the student body, but because she fell infront of you :(
• after the game, she’s kind of scared to talk to you, but you reassure her and tell her that you didn’t care if she fell
• but you always reassure her and even give her a bit of a surprise in the back of her care ;)
• you’ll let her slide her hand up your skirt as she starts fingers you, it’s like a tradition by now
• she loves to fuck you in your cheer uniform, she likes the short skirt and the revealing top, and she loves to fuck you in her soccer uniform as well!
