Pierce The Veil Imagines/Preferences (requests open.)

Kick Their Asses For Me, Alright? (Vic)

(so basically you're his daughter and you're on the soccer team, and your sister is on the cheerleading team and you have a game against clairemont)

You put on your socks, spandex shorts, team jersey, and your cleats. You tightened your long red ponytail and grabbed your bag with water and a change of clothes and sat down on the couch to wait for your sister, Ella, who was the first female freshman to make the varsity cheer team in the history of your high school.

"Hey, baby girl. You nervous? Excited? Dreading this moment? Are you hydrated? Are your shoes laced up tight enough?" Vic inquired.

You mock saluted and nodded.

"Hey, babygirl, kick their asses for me, alright? Your mom would be so proud." Vic whispered, looking up at the picture of your deceased mother.

Tony, Jaime, Mike, Erin, Jess, and Alysha we're tagging along too, because Erin and Tony's son was also a cheerleader.

"I will, dad. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Hey, Tony and I made a bet. If I don't kick the winning goal, I owe him $10. If I do kick the winning goal, he owes me $10." You squeaked, practically jumping on the couch because of your excitement.

Tony rolled his eyes and nodded.

Ella and Max, Tony and Erin's son, ran down the stairs giggling and making fun of each other's cheer uniforms.

"Girl, don't even humor me. I look like Regina George's mom." Max giggled.

"Alright, little athletes. Let's go." Mike stated.

timeskip

You ran across the field and waved at everyone who attended to see you play as your name was announced from the loudspeakers.

Max and Ella soon started doing backhand springs together across the field, and once they finished, they waved at everyone and you smiled at them.

The timer started, and both teams went bonkers.

Luckily, you were the most known, best player, and first freshman on varsity, so you knew you had this in the bag.

"Clairemont's defense is shit." You whispered to yourself.

The ball came to you, and you sprinted as fast as your legs would take you to the other goal. You kicked the ball as hard as you could, and sure enough, their defense was shit and their goalie was even worse.

Your teammates, all sophomores, juniors, and seniors, high fived you.

Clairemon's ref blew their whistle and declared a time-out to switch goalies and defense, because clearly these couldn't do shit. Sure enough, new defense and goalie were worse than before.

timeskip to halftime

Ella, Max, and other cheerleaders made their way to the field and cheered and did a dance routine to music, resulting in Max holding up Ella above his head by himself with one hand.

Everyone cheered, especially your family.

timeskip to winning goal.

The whole soccer team was relying on you to win this game, because you were the best player on the soccer team in the history of your school.

The ball came to you once again, and you sprung into action. You sprinted as fast as you could to reach the other side of the field to the other team's goal. Their defense wasn't paying attention, but another one of Clairemont's girls came up behind you and stole the ball.

You decided that now wasn't the time to give up. You sprinted and sprinted until the ball came your way, and you kicked it as hard as you could into the other team's goal. You had kicked the winning goal.

All the other girls on your team ran over and picked you up, not caring about the fact that you all probably smell like death.

You ran back to everyone who was waiting for you by the car after changing your clothes and covering yourself in spray deodorant, thank god.

"Babygirl, that was amazing! I'm so proud of you." Vic picked you up and spun you around.

"Max, Ella, you guys have to keep doing cheer next semester." Alysha gushed to Max and Ella.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N and Ella. Let's go home. You both need showers, and you must be exhausted.

Ella, obviously taller than you, but still shorter than Max, held you in a bear hug.

"El, you smell like shit. Let's go. Your peppy ass needs a shower." You teased. Ella ruffles your hair and held your hand as you walked over to the car with everyone else.

"i'm so proud of my girls! hey, you both need a load up on deodorant. the two of you smell terrible." vic said.

well, whether it was soccer or cheer, your dad was proud of you and ella regardless.