#cheerleader

[starlightnoelle]

inspired by a cheerleader outfit i saw

[seeminglydark]

The prompt was ‘detention.’

[momoiro-hime]

putting my ocs in every AU i want part. 34791

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[jailuncle]

meeting the parents!

Pairing: Mike wheeler x fem!cheerleader!harrington!reader

Summary: where you meet Mike’s parents

Warnings: none (I think)

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You’d been in some nerve-wracking situations before — championship tryouts, the time you accidentally kicked a megaphone into Coach Woods’ shins, that whole period where Steve wouldn’t stop hovering because your first boyfriend wore too much leather and looked like he’d mug a priest.

But this? Meeting your boyfriend’s parents must be the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done. You were never great with parents, your own were never around much always on a work trip or another anniversary vacation (how many anniversary’s can one couple celebrate be serious? They’d go on holiday for the ‘first time we sneezed at the same time’ if they could)

So growing up, you’d never had much practice with the whole “parental approval” thing. It wasn’t that there wasn’t any — there was. Just… not for you. Steve got all of it: the “your grades are bad” speeches, the “we’re going to send you to boarding school” threats, the endless nagging about chores, curfews, and God forbid he ever got a B instead of an A.

You, on the other hand, were your parents’ perfect little angel. Mostly because they never actually had to do anything with you. Your grades were good. You never got into trouble. You didn’t demand attention. You just… existed in the background. Left behind with a fridge full of untouched casserole and a note that said Behave! with a smiley face. When you knocked on the door and Karen wheeler opened it she looked at you like you were an alien. Which would’ve made you nervous if you weren’t already at the brink of being nervous. She blinked, then blinked again “oh my…you must be y/n!”

“Yes! It’s so nice to meet you Mrs wheeler!” You said as she shook your hand

Karen shook my hand, her smile growing strangely warm. “Oh, sweetheart, call me Karen. Please. Come in. Come in.”

“Mike! Y/n is here!” Within five seconds footsteps thundered down the stairs

He practically flies down the stairs, taking the last two steps in one jump, hair tousled, shirt slightly wrinkled like he got ready too quickly.

His eyes land on me and soften instantly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, smiling.

That stupid little smile he gets — the one that makes him look like he’s trying not to grin too hard — yeah, that one.

“Hey,” I say back, trying not to mirror it but failing completely. He slipped his hand into mine and guided me to the living room where his father sat in his lazy chair “sweetheart” Karen spoke up “this is Mike’s girlfriend y/n”

It took a second for ted to look away from the tv and towards me “huh” he then said “you sure?”

“Dad” Mike groaned

Ted turned to me “You can still run” i chuckled akwardly and Mike groaned again “oh my god”

“Ted don’t” Karen scolded, she turned to look at Mike “where are your sisters?” Mike shrugged “i don’t know, holly’s in her room i think”

“Well call them’ I’m sure they’d love to meet your girlfriend!”

“Mom let’s not make this a whole thing—“

Karen rolled her eyes “Micheal, go get your sisters” he looked to you for a quick second and you nodded your head to upstairs making him scoff and walk upstairs, when you were left alone in the kitchen with Mike’s mother she started asking all kind of questions “how did you and Mike meet?” To which you answered that you’d been struggling with algebra and he had been your assigned tutor

Karen’s eyes widen as if this is the cutest thing she’s ever heard.

“Oh that is just precious,” she says, practically swooning. “Mike never told us! I didn’t even know he tutored.”

“He’s really good at it,” I say, smiling at the memory. “He was patient. He didn’t make me feel stupid.” Karen smiled fondly at that

Within five seconds of that sentence leaving my mouth, Mike rushes back down the stairs like he teleported, Holly riding his shoulders and Nancy trailing behind him with an amused smirk.

“Hey,” he says to me first — always to me first — before snapping toward his mother with a frown. “What did you say to her? Did you embarrass me?”

Karen scoffs so hard she physically flicks a dish towel at him. “No, Micheal. I was simply asking a question.”

Mike whirls back to me immediately. “She didn’t, right? She didn’t embarrass me?”

I blink. “…Mike, no. She did not.”

He narrows his eyes like he’s not entirely convinced. “Right, but are you saying that because you feel like you have to? Or because she actually didn’t?”

Before I can answer, Nancy groans under her breath, “Jesus Christ, Mike.”

Then her face brightens when she looks at me. “Hey, N/N.”

The nickname makes me smile instantly. “Good to see you again, Nance.”

Karen pauses mid-step, brows furrowing.

“Wait — you two know each other?”

Nancy and I glance at each other, both a little surprised she doesn’t remember. “Yea, i dated her brother a couple years back. Don’t you remember? Steve?” Nancy asks

Then—

“Oh! Oh!” Her eyes light up. “Of course! You’re Steve’s sister! I completely forgot he had a younger— well, not forgot, I just— oh my goodness, you’ve grown up!” You suppose you couldn’t blame her really you had grown up

The last time Karen Wheeler saw you, you were, what? Twelve? And still firmly in your awkward phase — braces, awful bangs Steve insisted were “totally fine,” and a habit of tripping over nothing. Now you were… well, not that

Holly looked towards me “you have great hair, can you do mine like that?”

You nodded “yea sure i’ll have get into Steve’s hairspray stash though cause I’ve ran out”

Nancy picked a muffin from the tray in front off her “how did that cheerleading thing go anyway, did you make captain?” Nancy said changing the subject

You shake your head. “No. Coach said I was too young and gave me the whole ‘maybe next year’ speech.”

Nancy nods sympathetically as you add, a bit brighter, “But I did make flyer this year.”

Nancy’s eyes widen proudly. “Seriously? That’s great! Congrats.”

Before you can thank her, Mike snaps his head toward you like you just revealed you were secretly royalty.

“You didn’t tell me that,” he says, eyebrows high. “That’s… good? Right?”

He looks almost worried he might be responding wrong, like cheerleading has secret rankings he doesn’t know.

You bite back a laugh. “Yes, Mike. It’s good.”

His shoulders relax instantly. “Okay. Good. Great. I mean— you’re— that’s amazing.”

Nancy snorts into her muffin. “Smooth, Mike.”

“Mike didn’t tell us you’re a cheerleader! I used to be a cheerleader myself y’know” Karen says, mike scoffs “and this is exactly why i didn’t tell you”

Nancy leans toward you with a conspiratorial smirk. “Mom still has her old cheer uniform somewhere. She’s gonna try to show it to you.”

Karen perks up. “Oh! I do! That’s a wonderful idea—”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” Mike cuts in, voice breaking slightly at the end.

Holly giggles. “Mikey’s embarrassed.”

“Can you blame me!?” Mike snapped looking towards his youngest sister, he then tugged on your arm guiding you up the stairs “let’s go to my room”

“Micheal—“ Mrs wheeler tried “door open Mike!”

“Mom!” Mike groaned and you chuckled

Nancy calls after you, voice dripping with amusement, “Have fun, but not too much fun!”

Mike almost trips on the last step.

You’re still laughing when he shoots back, “shut up Nancy!” When you enter his room it exactly what you expected it to be

A mess. A very Mike mess.

Posters everywhere — sci-fi movies, Star Wars, a couple of bands There’s a half-finished D&D campaign spread all over his desk, dice scattered like he got distracted mid-battle. His bed isn’t made. His sneakers are kicked off in two completely different directions. His walkie-talkie sits on the nightstand like it’s as essential as breathing.

And there’s that smell — not bad, not gross. Just… Mike. Warm fabric, pencil shavings, a little cologne he pretends not to wear. Mike kicks a stray sock under his bed instantly. “I was gonna clean.”

“You were not.”

He points at you accusingly. “You don’t know that.” You chuckle and walk over to him wrapping your arms around his waist “your family’s sweet”

Mike scoffed “they’re a nightmare, my dad didn’t even talk to you and my mom wouldn’t shut up”

“Just don’t think I’m weird because they are okay?”

You chuckle softly, tilting your head to look up at him, the warmth in your eyes making him pause. “Mike,” you say gently, “you are weird.” He scoffed “thanks”

“You know i like you because you’re weird, not despite off it”

“I like the way you care, the way you panic over tiny things, the way you talk a mile a minute when you’re excited. You’re… you, and I like that.”

Mike swallows, his usual confident bravado giving way to a soft vulnerability. “I just… I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Oh c’mon, there’s nothing that can get me away from you Michael wheeler”

[violentuzi]

Cheerleaders!!!!

[vyfrit]

[hanawoof]

THE DAY IT ALL STARTED

chapter 1.

SYNOPSIS :: being removed from your music class and into another (only until the bell rings) because you couldn't stop messing around, you accidentally bump into a student while lost in your thoughts as he was trying to stash away a practise guitar. quickly apologising and deciding to help him, you caught a glance of the graphic tee he was wearing. noticing you staring, the boy quietly gives you his number to send the link of the clothes-store. ''oh my gosh, thank you so much!'' ''don't mention it.'' ''what's your name?'' ''megumi fushiguro.'' ''y/n l/n.''

ALL AGED

NOTES :: this is just a reminder this is a slow burn so this will just be a lil dive into what ur getting into!!!! i apologise if i let people down with this but hang on with me cuties - slightly proof read

CW :: alt fashioned band member megumi , cheerleader female!reader , swearing , brief mention of nudes , breif fighting ( reader v girl ) . . . anything else will be added during the fic <3

W/C :: 2,420

megumi fushiguro.

the boy that pops into every girl's head when listening to ' EMO BOY - AYESHA EROTICA ' . the boy that no matter if people had the same exact style as him, he would automatically "wear it better". the boy who doesn't even know that half of the cheer-crew want him.

and you're in the middle of that mosh pit. i mean, is his dick 11 inches? hell you wanted to find out, and so did all of the other girls waiting to claw your throat out after finding out you managed to GET HIS NUMBER!?

feeling your body being jolted harshly after feeling a hand on your shoulder blade, a girl's face now in your vision. ''hey! a little birdie told me you got with megumi fushiguro.'' oh, remi…. remi…. what was her last name again? oh well, not important = dont remember.

straightening the t-shirt you were wearing awkwardly until replying, ''i didn't 'get with him.''' you deadpanned, making finger-quotes in the air as you spoke. ''he was wearing a t-shirt with a cool design on it, he saw me looking and wanted to send me the link so i got his number…?''

after hearing your voice trail off, remi's face didn't move a muscle, but a little smirk tugged the corners of her lips. ''…yeaaah, right,'' the girl scoffed with a arrogant shake of her head, the bubble ponytail she was wearing swaying along with her. ''bet you wish you were wearing his shirt instead.''

furrowing your brows at her getting up all in your business in the first place, you sharply countered back; ''dont act all pretty and innocent, words fly around here. everyone knows what type of pictures you've sent him!-''

a stinging to your cheek, gasps fill the air, eyes on you. before you even process what's happening, your body goes into complete fight mode. nails scratching against skin, sharp slaps and forceful kicks.

''are you two serious?! this is such a let down, you two.'' yuki tsukumo, the second coach of the cheer team, stands Infront of both you and remi.

''a stupid catfight over a boy?'' utahime iori, the first cheer coach who basically runs the whole thing, comes up behind yuki. her arms crossed. ''girls, we are better than this.'' the woman rolls her eyes.

determined to prove the problem cough cough remi wrong, you rose up from the seat in the cheer office. ''she started it! she was all up in my face!'' you snapped, a snarl on your lips.

''liar!'' remi sung.

''liar!'' you threw back.

back and forth,

back and forth,

nothing was getting better or resolving to be honest. just remi being a little liar and you getting ragebaited into oblivion, almost losing your place in the cheer team.

once it was over, you didn’t spare anyone a glance. removing yourself from the room and storming down the halls, your feet already taking you to the heaven that is your dorm.

but lets go back to the start, shall we? refresh our brains a bit so everything makes sense and isn't jumbled.

''y/n l/n, just see yourself at the door.'' mr. rikao stood his ground firmly, your stupid music teacher who was clearly allergic to fun!

letting out a over-dramatic sigh and pushing your chair back harshly, making the rubber from the chair's legs and the flooring combine in a annoying 'screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech'. ''yesss yess.'' already knowing the drill, scooping up your bag and over your shoulder. saying fast goodbyes to maki zenin and yuta okkotsu, leaving the class to wait outside.

about 10 whole minutes go by, only a few minutes left of this period and the teacher still hasn't made his appearance.

until now.

wait when did he get outside so quick?...

the man fixes his tie before crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. ''y/n, i am seriously concerned with this behaviour. acting up like that isn't like you.'' the older man scolded.

you have had this same exact talk with him, multiple times. to the point you don't make an attempt to defend yourself, he doesn't really give anyone any punishments anyways. so what's the big deal!

he cleared his throat, snapping you out of your mini thoughts. ''I'm moving you to the class next door, you will sit at the back with some work from me until your behaviour has improved, y/n.''

''wait- what! no!'' you frowned, with a shake of your head. ''pleaaase! I've been in this class for too long. you cant just kick me out.'' grumbling and toying with your uniform skirt, making a big fuss.

though, not everything is perfect... mr. rikao didn't take no for a answer clearly, and tossed you into the other class.

walking in like it was the walk of shame, dismissing prodding eyes and whispers. pulling out a stray chair at the back and slumping into it. your eyes quickly flicking up to the clock in the corner.

it felt like an hour as time went by, the bell finally ringing was music to your ears, bouncing up from the seat with little to no work done and practically skipping out of the classroom.

oh! you had to text nobara on where to meet up too for lunch. but you don't want to argue with her on where to go.. so hopefully she picks something nice, like a short break at kfc or mcdonalds. jeez, you need a new phone case too. its peeling off-

CRASH

''aghh!!'' you squealed, eyes instinctively closing, taking a step back.

a quiet scoff was heard Infront of you, ''you don't have to be so dramatic.'' a raspy voice soon followed,

slowly....slowllllyyyy like you were in some movie, you opened your eyes and took a peek, watching a fairly tall, dark-haired boy scoop up a dropped practise instrument. whoops!

he was... honestly, handsome. you couldn't deny it. a few piercings adorned his face, along with a streak of green-ish teal in his hair.

giving a few blinks, slowly starting to realise he was staring at you, you noticed you were in his way.

''sorry.'' you shifted to the side, but something stopped you from leaving. the same something that was making you ignore the rapid buzzing in your bag.

'' 's fine.''

the next thing that caught your eye that wasn't his looks, was his style.

he wore it well, it suited him, it fit him like a glove.

his dark eyes met yours eventually.

''...kemori ori.''

''huh?..''

the boy scratches the back of his neck, you couldn't read the expression on his face. ''the shirt. i got it from kemori ori.'' he repeated a bit more clear.

you gave a sweet smile, a bit awkward but its fine. ''oh! ohhh! okay! you mind sending me the link instead?''

he only grunted, shifting his phone out of his trouser pocket and started touching the screen. you two were the only ones in the class now, everyone already must've left.

passing numbers, setting contacts.

''oh my gosh, thank you so much!''

he grunted, ''don't mention it.''

''what's your name?''

''megumi fushiguro.''

''y/n l/n.''

and thats why every girl thinks you're dating.

or friends

friends with benefits.

finally reaching your dorm.

“who’s that?!” a familiar voice called out, nobara, she must be here already.

kicking your shoes off, preparing to throw yourself on the couch. “it’s y/n,” replying to her before she called out again. you know she hated repeating herself.

hearing footsteps and a door creak open, making you turn your head to see nobara in her holy VS pyjamas. “what happened to you? you look like shit,” a hand on her hip.

“that girl remi, she happened. bothered me into oblivion.” you rolled your eyes.

shifting yourself up on the couch, letting nobara sit with you. ''ignore her, she's weird. she speaks like a baby.'' she stuffed her face with some cookie bites.

letting out a simple hum, you flicked through your socials. reading people's stories, watching videos, anything. it was boring tonight.

''oh! im tots dragging you into a new friend group, by the way.''

lazily responding; ''hmm? with who?'' your eyelids going droopy.

''yuji itadori and his friend, megumi fushiguro. they're both in that underground band... the one i told you about, remember?''

but nobara didn't know that her voice was just a now-constant-ringing in your ears.

FIRST, you did NOT want to just randomly get introduced to random people you didn't know- take away megumi that you just met. its going to be SO awkward!!!!!!!!!!!

SECOND, well... theres no second thoughts. you're sticking with the FIRST one.

''okay! im just gonna go bed, night girl.'' you pushed yourself away from the couch and over to your bedroom, a bit too quickly.

now in the warm embrace of your bed, looking through some socials on your phone before bed, a notification takes up half of your screen. 'NOBARAAA!!!<3 has made a groupchat ''4 or more'''

here we go. you can do this y/n!!

FRIDAY 01:00 pm

you, nobara, yuji and megumi are out at lunch. together. on a tight bench. nobara and yuji are the only one's talking to eachother. thanks nobara...

their chatter fills the air, you train your eyes onto the food infront, picking at it.

your best friend thought it was a good idea to place megumi infront of you, now it was just uncomfortable silence on your side of the bench.

“are you going to eat your food or not.” megumi fushiguro’s voice spoke up. clearly aimed at you even if he wasn’t looking, picking out slices of things he probably didn’t like from his sandwich.

if he didn’t like what was in the sandwich, why get that sandwich?

rolling your eyes, you got to eating.

after a minute, nobara shifted her focus to you. “y/n! we have to practice our cheer at some point. the big match is coming up and we can’t really miss it.”

“oh yeah, you two are on the cheer team, right?” the pinky boy grinned, eating a small portion of steak and rice. nobara following straight after with a dragged out ‘mhmmmmm’ and a nod of her head while she bit into crispy chicken.

“yeah… we’ve been practicing really well for this.” you were about to raise your head to look over at yuji, though your attention got caught by megumi’s navy blues. he looked like he was fixated on your face, but maybe he wasn’t if he swiped his head away as soon as your eyes met.

hm.

“COOL! now we’ll see our new friends dance on the side of the pitch.” yuji snickered, bumping into megumi’s side, earning a low grunt in reply, and annoyance. “me and megumi and a bunch of other people have to play some music during the big field day.”

“well, you can’t let us down! you have your own band y’know, shadow hands… it’d be a shame if you actually sucked.” the girl snickered, finishing up her carton of juice.

the big field day was a day were your school, TOKYO JUJUTSU CENTRAL, goes against the rival football team, KYOTO JUJUTSU CENTRAL. it’s all for fun, but there’s always competitive people, causing on-purpose accidents, fights, etc.

“stop it, you’re so weird.” the boy brooded, shoving his side into the pinky boy before standing up.

a soft tap hit the ground.

no one budged.

no one heard.

yuji’s cheery expression turned boyish quick. “oh cmon. just messing around… where you going?” he pouted now, shifting his body to face the now-walking-away megumi.

“dorm.” as swiftly as he left.

…

“huh… that was uncalled for.” you arched a brow, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand. watching the retreating figure.

yuji turned around, shrugging. “meh, sometimes his social battery just dies. prob needs to recharge. he’s fine.” yuji reassures.

but who?? no one asked for reassurance.

as nobara and yuji floated back into their conversation about everything and anything, you kicked your feet back and forth against the ground.

then, a scratching noise rubbed against the cobbled floor.

bending your head down to observe, you were met with a ‘MEGUMI FUSHIGURO — STUDENT ID CARD TOKYO JUJUTSU CENTRAL’

time to play delivery.

slipping it between your fingers, you cleared your throat as you stood up from the bench. “megumi dropped his student id card, im gonna go catch him and give him it back. ill be two mins,”

not waiting for long, leaving to jog in the boy’s footsteps. well, he didn’t actually leave any behind… and you weren’t a sniffer dog… so you just tried to scan the campus for a familiar mop of hair, give him the student ID, say bye, and done.

after patrolling the campus for about 25 minutes you let out a huff and pulled out your phone.

arriving at the dorm 222, your knuckles rattled against the hardwood door.

it took a little moment before it eventually opened, revealing megumi now in some sort of lounge wear, his hair messy and showing that same teal-streak through the rest of his black hair.

“you could’ve just slid it under the door, y’know.” he ran a hand underneath the pale jumper he was wearing, scratching his stomach.

you blinked at the realisation, smiling sheepishly. “true… but oh well. saves you picking it up from the floor.” he nodded, a shrug of his shoulders following. his eyes were oddly stuck on yours for a while, though it wasn’t long he realised and pulled away.

like before.

you couldn’t help but drag your eyes into him and yuji’s dorm, a little nosy. a bedroom door was ajar, a silver plate on the wood named ‘MEGUMI F. ROOM’, past that you could make out different posters…

“Oh! you like weezer too?” you couldn’t help but say, even if you basically ratted yourself out.

megumi paused, looking past his shoulder and sighed before nodding. “mhm. you know them?”

“yeaaa, i don’t listen to them much though… favorite song?”

“island in the sun.” his head was still turned, but you could make out a twitch of his lip.

sensing this might’ve been a bit awkward for him, you decided to end it. “cool, well i gotta go. bye.”

he gave you a quiet thanks, shutting the door once you started walking away.

shadow hands, huh? maybe you should check them out.

7:45PM

chilling in your bed, a idea popped back into your mind that you forgot about. shadow hands.

“ohhh, i forgot to give them a listen.” you hummed, popping open soundcloud and typing in their name.

sheesh.

maybe it’ll grow on you…

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