✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 | 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

You slam a bent fork into your door. The people out there wouldn't hear it anyway. You open your window and slip out, cracking it for your return later. Much Later.
You sneak around the corner of your house and disappear into the night.

Billy adjusts his cigarette on his lips, one window down in his car. This was the 5th time this week.
But why would he care?
He was only your neighbor, it didn't matter if you were running off from your family, not to him. So why would he stay and watch? Why would he toss and turn in the night? Why would he watch the window in case you didn't make it back that night?

He just sighs and steps out of his car, stomping on the drug and walking back into his own broken home.

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Again Billy drives down his road, at the same time. Instead this time, a figure sprinted out on the road, stumbling with every step. Only in his headlights, he was able to see it was you.
Your arm was covered in cuts and gushing blood, some even leading to your face. That's when he saw your face.
Sick with Fear, terrified, but beautiful.

It was only a second glance before you kept running through. He rushed his car the way you ran. Billy's knuckles white at the pressure of the steering wheel. Your speed didn't stop, but your stumbling didn't either. Until it did.
You tripped and his car halted to a stop.

He stepped out and finally saw your full figure. Glass sticking out from your torn skin.
His cigarette dropped from his lips the moment he stepped out.
You Lean up in pain to see his figure.

"Get in."
"What?"
"Get in."

He crouches down to you and picks you up, very easily. You were light, too light.
You give small little shoves, but it is like a kitten trying to escape its owner.
He laughs and slides you onto the back car seat so you can lie down. Billy jumped in his seat and adjusted the mirror so he could watch you.

With a quick turn, he was turned around. "Hey- You- don't take me to the hospital," you speak up. "What the fuck. You've got to be kidding me. You're bleeding out."
"Throw me back on the streets if it stains your seats." you groan. He scoffs and pulls into his driveway, slamming the door and picking you back up. "Hey-" "Relax I'm not taking you to the hospital."

"..Thank you." He makes a straight line to his room."Who's that?" He ignores his step-sister's voice and puts you on his bed. "Get the med kit." Max looks at you and nods before coming back with a dusty white box. You watch his confused face looks through the contents of the box.
You sigh and Lean up. You open an alcohol container and grab a small cotton ball.

Billy takes it from you, on command. "this is gonna hurt." "Sure." he dabs the cotton on your small cuts, you hiss a bit but bite your lip to stop the whining. His eyes stopped on your motion.
You look down at the tweezers. "Got shaky hands?" you ask, looking back at him. His eyes felt entrancing. That's why you decided to leave your gaze.

Billy takes the tweezers and pulls out the shards from your arms. "So, was it your dad?" your eyes flicker up to him. "I'm a Clutz." you lie. "So your mom?" "Doctor-Patient Confidentiality," you say, looking off. "You pick the wrong time to leave your room?" You shrug. "never know." you look at the room around you. Smashed bottles, and dents in the walls.

"You would know.. Wouldn't you?" "What happened to Doctor Patient Confidentiality?" you laugh, with him. "Is that all the glass?" he asks, you try to take the tweezers from him, but his hand moves away. "Where?" you sigh and point to your cheek. His eyebrows furrow and snatches the last piece. You look at your arm, before blinking your expression out.

"You got a sewing kit?" you ask, his eyes widen a bit. "Max?" "I do." She brings a small pouch in. "Thanks." you take it from her and put the thread on yourself with your teeth and another hand. You ready your shaky fingers when he grabs it from them. "You seriously were going to operate on yourself?" "How else am I gonna learn?" He laughs, "You- pull it with your wrist." you instruct him.

Billy listens and pulls the last stitch. You sigh and look at the blood left over. "Is there any way your dad's gonna believe that Max got her period early?" Billy laughs, "Don't worry about it." You stand up, though shakily ready to exit. He stops in front of his door, crossed arms. "Wait for it to cool down over there." "and what will I do till then?" He looks around the room, keys.

"Up for a ride?" "As long as your radio works." He smiles and watches you head to his car.
The second you pop in his engine pops up. "Hope you like rock." "Who doesn't?" Billy smiles, as the car makes a turn out of the familiar neighborhood.

You watch the houses fall out of sight, "you're not gonna kill me in the woods are you?" you ask, Billy laughs, "Guess you'll find out." You reach for the radio Turner, meeting his finger. You let him turn the music up, you were going to do the same anyway.

You roll down his Windows and push your head out. It was the kind of sobering you needed after tonight's events. Billy glances over with a smirk at your actions.

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His car makes a stop in front of your house. You go to open the car door when it locks. "Are you sure it'll be cooled down by now?" Billy asks, his eyes were glazed on the street in front of him.
"I'll stick a lock in my door." you try the door again, still locked. He grabs your arm. "I don't want you showing up in an hour bleeding out!" "Why do you care- Look- It'll be fine I can take care of myself."

"Really? Because sewing your arm up is going to be pretty hard when your hand's busted." He unlocks his car. You open the door, "Thanks.." You quickly kiss him on the cheek before jumping out and stumbling to your cracked window.

And like that, there he was- watching you sneak in the night again.