(Contains: Cussing, mentions of blood, bullying, kidnapping.)
Oneshots of: Robin, Vance, Bruce, Billy, Finney, and maybe Gwen not to sure about her.
If you have requests, don't request smut. these are children thats disgusting.
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𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖯.𝖮.𝖵
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
It was cold outside. Billy was out on the bleachers with a bunch of other kids, waiting for the football game to begin.
"Did you hear? The hot new girl Y/n is gonna be out here as one of the cheerleaders!" One of the boys whispered.
"Mhm! She's literally so hot. I might ask her out after the game." The other boy told. Billy had recently become best friends with Y/n, he also had a little crush on her.
None of the girls at school were Billy's type. They were also really rude. Either they were rude, snobby, spoiled, or all of them. But Y/n was different.
Y/n was in the girls locker room getting ready for the game. She had just recently tried out for cheer, and luckily made the team.
She was really excited, it was one of the things she had wanted to do since she was little.
She put her H/c hair into a tight ponytail, grabbing her pom poms. She was the teams flyer.
"Alright girls, games starting! Lets go!" Stacy yelled. Stacy was head cheerleader. She was also, very bossy.
They ran out onto the field as everyone clapped and cheered for them. They got into their positions, and started doing their routine.
It came time for them to throw Y/n up into the air. She felt her hands become sweaty, her heart started beating faster.
She took a deep breath in and out. The girls picked her up and threw her into the air. They caught her and their dance routine, and the game was over.
Their school won!
Y/n P.O.V ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
I changed out of my cheer uniform and walked out of the locker room. I jumped as I was met with a smiling boy with black hair.
"Hello-" "Hey, you're really hot you wanna go out sometime?" He asked.
I looked at him in shock. I didn't even know this guy? "No. I don't even know you, why would I go on a date with you? Plus, I have my eyes on somebody already." I said firmly.
He scoffs. "All girls are the same. Fucking whore." "Watch your fucking mouth." A familiar voice rang.
It was Billy. I smiled at him. "Hi Billy!" "Hey Y/n. You were great out there!"
"Thanks." He handed me a pack of skittles (or your favorite candy) that he bought at the concession stands for me before the game.
I opened the pack of candy and took one out. "You wanna go hangout under the bleachers?" He asked.
I nodded. He took my hand in his and I felt my face heat up. We walked to the bleachers and went under them.
He sat down and I sat in between his legs.
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"So, Billy." I spoke. "Hm?" He hummed. "Do you like anyone?" I asked.
"Yeah, do you?" He responded. "Maybe." I said. "Y/n." He said back.
"I'm not telling you." I said. "Please!" He whined. "Fine. It's you." I said quickly so he wouldn't understand.
"What?" He asked. I sighed. "It's you." I said looking down. I stood up and began to walk away before Billy grabbed my hand and pulled me down so I was in between his legs and facing him.
He pulled me in for a kiss and I immediately kissed back. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
We pulled away after a few minutes and he smiled at me. "Y/n. I like you too. I have since we became friends. You're literally perfect, and not like any of the bitchy rich girls at our school." He smiled.
I laughed at the 'Bitchy' part. "You really mean that?" I asked. He nodded.
He pulled me in for another kiss. I kissed back as he smiled through it. We pulled away and he whispered in my ear, "You're mine."
