Imagine -one shots-

The Savior

The taunting laughter still echoes through your mind as you remember the jeers of your classmates, calling out insults and profanities in your direction.You’re shoved into a locker by some popular slut and decide to just keep your head down and continue walking. They try to trip you and succeed. You drop your books to the floor as you fall flat on your stomach. Laughter echoes through the hallway. You rise and begin to collect your books from the floor; a hand reaches out, holding a book. You look over to find him holding one of your notebooks, apparently handing it to you. You whisper a quiet “thank you”, and hurriedly rise, shuffling down the hallway as fast as you can.

On the way home a couple of kids from your school shove you to the ground once again, just as it begins to rain. They jog away, looking for shelter from the heavy rainstorm, laughing and grinning at their accomplishment of hurting you. You quickly grab your mud-covered books and bag from the ground and find the closest tree to wait out the storm.

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You now are sitting against a tree at the park. It’s pouring rain still and your head is buried into your lap, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. The tree’s branches shield you from most of the water, but your thin sweatshirt does little to block out the cold. Your eyes leak with tears as you sit alone.

You hear the sloshing of footsteps shifting the muddy ground and look up to see him standing there. He’s soaked through; his hair flopped down messily, his skin shiny, and his clothes hanging heavily on his strong frame.

He comes over next to you and wraps his arms around you, only succeeding in increasing the steady stream of droplets trailing down your face.

He rubs your back comfortingly and whispers soothing nothings into your ear, slowly calming you down. You soon find that the tears have stopped, he squeezes you tighter to him for a moment before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you into something dry and warm”, he says quietly, a small smile reassuringly spreads across his face.

He touches his nose to yours, then proceeds to pick you up bridle style. He holds you close to his chest as he makes his way through the deserted park, the rain calming, and the sun coming out.