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Savior (Soup x Brandon angst/fluff)

(I should mention that they are younger in this story, like 13-14 or something)

Dallas stood near the small creek, his heart racing and palms sweaty. He had always carried a deep-seated fear of water, one that was almost incomprehensible to others. It wasn't just a simple dislike or discomfort; it was an overwhelming terror that consumed him whenever he found himself knees deep or deeper. He had shared this vulnerability with a group of older kids, hoping they would understand and respect his fears. Little did he know, they would use it against him.

The older kids, fueled by their own callousness, saw Dallas's fear as an opportunity for amusement and dominance. They began to push him into the water, their laughter filling the air as they taunted him with threatening remarks. Panic gripped Dallas's chest as he desperately fought back, his instincts urging him to defend himself against the onslaught.

But it was a losing battle. Outnumbered and overpowered, Dallas found himself sitting in the creek, the water rising higher and higher, engulfing him in a nightmare. One of the older boys stood above him, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, as the boy prepared to shove Dallas completely under the water, exploiting his greatest fear of drowning.

In that terrifying moment, fate intervened. The older boy was abruptly thrown aside with a forceful jolt. Dallas's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked up to see his best friend Brandon now standing above him, a fierce determination etched into his features. Without hesitation, Brandon reached out, extending a helping hand to Dallas, and pulled him out of the water.

The sound of Brandon's voice pierced through Dallas's trembling state. He shouted at the older boys, his words a fiery declaration of protection and defiance. As he comforted the crying and shaking Dallas, Brandon wrapped him in towels, providing a barrier of warmth and security against the lingering chill of the water.

But Brandon's intentions didn't stop there. Fueled by anger and loyalty, he turned to confront the older boys once more, ready to deliver justice with his fists. Yet, as he prepared to finish what had been started, Dallas's hand shot out, clutching at Brandon's arm with desperation.

"I- it's okay, just please stay with me," Dallas sobbed, his voice choked with fear and vulnerability. He couldn't bear the thought of losing the one person who had shielded him from the darkness. The need for Brandon's presence, his unwavering support, eclipsed any desire for revenge.

Understanding the depth of Dallas's pain, Brandon nodded, his eyes filled with compassion and resolve. He pulled Dallas into a tight embrace, enveloping him in a cocoon of safety and reassurance. With an arm wrapped around Dallas, Brandon began to walk him home, his gaze firmly fixed on the older boys, a silent warning that spoke volumes.

As they made their way through the streets, Dallas clung to Brandon, finding solace in his best friend's steady heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace. With each step, the world outside seemed to fade away, replaced by the unwavering bond between them. Dallas knew that as long as Brandon was by his side, he had the strength to overcome any adversity.

The journey home was marked by a mixture of tears, relief, and lingering traces of fear. Brandon's presence acted as a guiding light, illuminating a path toward healing and resilience. Dallas's trembling gradually subsided, replaced by a growing sense of security and trust.

The older boys, now reduced to mere shadows in the distance, were left behind, their power over Dallas diminished by the unwavering friendship that had triumphed over darkness. Brandon's unwavering support and protective presence became Dallas's shield, giving him the courage to confront his fears and face the