CrankGamePlays Imagines ||

"protecting you like always"

you were on your way back to your dorm after a late night in the library, weaving your way around ice patches on the sidewalk. you could feel the subtle vibrations of your phone going off in your pocket, most likely from your boyfriend ethan. you said you'd text him when you got home, and, seeing as it was past midnight, he was most likely worried.

you dig around in your back pocket for your phone, deciding to feed into the blue-haired boys obsession with making sure you're okay. "hey, babe," you smiled into the phone.

"y/n!" you could hear the relief in his voice as you answered. "do me a favor, don't take so long to answer next time, okay?"

"ethan, you don't need to worry so much. i'm fine," you giggle into the phone.

"hey, you know i can't help it," he started getting a bit angry while defending himself. "you're my everything, y/n."

"as are you for me, my love," you smile into the phone.

the two of you talked a bit more until you promised him you'd call him once you got home. just like you did he first time. but he's impatient out of love.

you smiled to yourself as you slipped your phone into your back pocket, now allowing yourself to enjoy the snowfall as it passed the street lamps illuminating the lonely sidewalk.

once you got into the frat neighborhood of the campus, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. chills overcame your body. there was something wrong.

it was a friday night. one in the morning. everyone on campus was either in their own dorm watching netflix, or at one of these frat parties. except for you. and the figure that was following you.

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. your vision started to blur at the edges due to the rising anxiety inside you.

you quickened your pace, shoving your hands in your pockets, desperately hoping for something you can use to defend yourself i'm the off chance that something happens. although, it seemed more likely for something to happen rather than the lovely alternative.

this was of course the one day you don't have your pocket knife on you.

you decide to look over your shoulder to see how much space is in between you and the figure. you take a quick breathe and turn your head, only to see that there's no one behind you anymore. confused, you slowly turn to face the direction of your dorm yet again. and that's when it happens.

two strong hands are wrapped around your throat, the breathe that once filled your lungs has escaped, leaving you gasping for air.

after what feels like forever, you manage to compose yourself enough to flail your legs directly into your attackers stomach, sending their hands flying off of your neck and to their bruised abdomen and your own hands to your swollen throat. before you know it, there's a searing pain on your face, right where your attacker has managed to hit you.

before they can manage to hit you again, you muster up all of the strength in your body and hit them in the chin, sending them flying backwards onto the ground.

and then you run.

you run as fast as you can.

wherever your legs take you.

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after about five minutes of dead sprinting, you collapse to your kneees in front of someone's dorm room. honestly, you aren't sure who's. you furiously knock on the door, definitely waking up the entire hall. you slam both of your palms on the door repeatedly, just hoping for an answer.

the door finally opens and you practically fall into the legs of the person, wrapping your arms around their legs. that's when you hear his voice. such a comforting and welcoming voice. and your entire body begins to sob.

"y/n?" he asked, his voiced filled with concern. "y/n, what happened?"

"he- he grabbed me," you sobbed. you gasped for another shaky breathe. "ethan- ethan someone attacked me- and he chased me- so i ran and-"

"y/n," ethan cooed, trying his best to calm you down. he was carefully touching your hands, attempting to carefully pry them from his legs. "lets go inside, okay?"

he carefully moved your rigid arms from his legs to around his neck, swooping you off of your feet so he could carry you inside. you buried your face deep into into his neck, your sloppy tears staining his shirt. your breathing began to slow with the comfort of his warmth and familiar scent. one of your hands found its way up to his vibrant blue hair, grasping it gently in hopes of grounding your anxieties.

the next hour consisted of plenty of soft comforts from ethan as he patched up the nice cut and bruise forming on your cheekbone. he carefully sang to you while caressing your shaking hands. he gave you gentle smiles and gentle reminders of your safety. he placed careful kisses on your cheeks and lips.

ethan walked you to his room, carefully taking off the sweater you had worn that day and slipping your favorite hoodie of his over your head. he carefully switched the leggings you had on to one of his comfiest pairs of pajama pants, leaving you to be a giant fall of fabric.

the two of you crawled into his bed, you cuddling up to the crook of his neck and him wrapping his arms around you, carefully stroking your hair.

"ethan," you said hesitantly, causing him to stop the soft humming he had been doing to keep you calm.

"yes, baby girl?"

"please don't leave," you asked, placing your hand into his chest.

"i'll never leave," he whispered. "i'll be here - protecting you like always."