young justice imagines ;

c. kent x reader

c h e e r l e a d e r
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From the bleachers you noticed your boyfriend, Conner watching you about to get on the field. As not only a striker but the captain of your soccer team you needed to play your best. That match would determine if you went into the semifinals.
  "Go Y/N!" He cheered from the side lines, causing you to blush and turn to your team.
  The ref blew his whistle, starting the game. You got ready and as the game moved on you kept getting closer and closer to scoring a goal.
On the opposing team, there seemed to be a girl who had it out for you, slightly nudging her elbow into your stomach whenever she got the chance. You didn't let her get into your head though as you continued to score another goal.

It was half time and just as you got into the field you faced the girl that was tormenting you. She smiled at you with mal-intent and next thing you knew she tripped you.
"Hey! Watch where you're going ditz!" You yelled at her she turned around but the ref didn't blow the whistle, "are you kidding me?!" You cried out, "ref, number 12 just tripped me."

The ref looked at you but didn't seem to care. Your teammates came to your aid and told you to brush it off, but you weren't going to let that happen. During a corner kick, it was the perfect opportunity for you to score a goal and put your team a head.
"You got this Y/N!" Conner called from the bleachers again, which was a reassuring. As the ball was kicked into play, you went to head to ball but ended up colliding with that stinkin number 12.

You fell down, clutching your head. Everything in your mind told you she did it on purpose. You were taken to the sidelines and examined for a concussion. Everything looked good but your coach evidently told you to sit out for the last quarter.

As you sat disappointed on the bleechers you felt a pair of hands rest of your shoulders.
"Are you okay?" Your boyfriend stood over you, concerned. You nodded as he knelt down next to you. He sighed, "that's a relief."

"I'm not allowed to play for the rest of the game. That girl did it on purpose." You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and gave number 12 a dirty look when she had her face turned.

"Hey, don't worry about it." He kissed your check. "You know what you have that I bet she doesn't?" Conner leaned closer to your ear. "What?" You asked, playing along with his child-sh manner.

"A super awesome boyfriend who loves you." You rolled your eyes, it was out of character for him to be this silly around you but you didn't mind.

"Will this super awesome boyfriend still love me when I'm sweaty?" You giggled as he pretended to think about the question.

"Yeah I think so." He replied. You gave him a kiss on the lips as your other team mates on the bench swooned over how cute of a couple the two of you were.

Your team ended up winning anyways, which left you even happier especially when you shook hands and got to see number 12's ugly look of defeat.