Dangerous Fellows - The Best Boi (Ethan x Reader)

#5 The Dream

For those heartbroken by #4... Here's a symbol of my apology.

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"Hey, Ethan. I'm really, really sorry for calling you so late, but can we talk for a while?" you asked as you laid flatly on your feather-soft mattress, phone pressed against your ear while staring out the large window right next to your bed.

You didn't want to bother him since it was way past midnight and the young man has probably long since retired to bed. But then you've had that strange dream again for the sixth time that week and you just couldn't ignore it especially since he was a part of it.

You heard the boy yawn from the other end of the line followed by the rustling sound of his bedsheets as though he sat up to focus on you. "What is it, (Y/N)? Did you have a nightmare?" he then asked in a manner that was a lot slower than usual, presumably from his sleepiness.

You smiled at his concern and eventually giggled, feeling your heart flutter just by the melodic sound of his masculine voice. You were so glad that you weren't face to face at that moment or you would have blushed as red as cherry.

Ethan  has always been such a sweet boy, and he never changed despite the span of time that has passed by since you first met. You deemed yourself extremely lucky to be a close friend of his.

You moved to the edge of your bed, clutching your favorite stuffed toy on one hand while holding tightly onto the phone with the other, before answering sadly, "Yes, I did. And it was about you. But the thing is that the ending wasn't very nice and now I'm scared for you."

He didn't respond immediately, but knowing the young man, he was probably surprised. You heard another set of rustling noises in the background followed by the soft clicking of his table lamp as he switched it on. The gesture wasn't much but it still made you happy. You knew that he was taking your words seriously and that he was intent to keep you company until you have voiced all of your concerns out.

"Uh, what was it about?" he then asked after a while, sounding more awake now than his previous reply.

You scratched your head and shifted on your seat, washing your (e/c) eyes outside the unblemished glass of your window as if you could find in the empty streets the courage you need to speak the setting of your nightmare. After all, the more your mind stirs into wakefulness, the more you think that the cause of your concern was ludicrous.

"In my dream you were my boyfriend." you started, feeling yourself getting abashed, especially after hearing him gasp softly. But then his silent "Okay." that implied he didn't mind kept you from retreating and ending the conversation.

Not wanting to catch him off guard any more than you already did, you gave a small warning saying. "Don't worry, Ethan, it gets worse later on, you just wait." in a slightly joking manner and giggling in awkwardness as you did while the young man chuckled sweetly.

When the laughter died down not a minute later, you cleared your throat and continued from where you left off.

"According to my dream you and I were very close... Close to the point where you got me pregnant." you said, covering your face that has gone red as beet upon the realisation that you've said something so weird and out of place given the current status of your relationship.

Although the two of you were friends, and despite the fact that you have a very close companionship, you were still a girl and Ethan was still a guy. Talking about something remotely related to a sexual relationship, in your conservative mind, should be off limits.

You expected the boy to be displeased by your words or, at the very least, laugh at the highly unlikely and highly unreasonable content of your dream. You even scrunched your face and bit your lip while waiting for him to tell you off. But to your surprise and great relief, he took it as maturely as he possibly could and simply responded with, "Then what happened?"

At that moment, you felt like a thorn was plucked from your chest, allowing for a smoother breathing than what you had before. You moved from your seat and uncurled your body from the tight position that you have unwittingly placed yourself in due to the apprehension caused by your own awkwardness.

"Then something very bad happened while I'm on my third month or fourth month of pregnancy and in my dream I lost you to a car accident. It was so sad and so heartbreaking, and it made me cry nonstop because I wouldn't see you again even if I really wanted to. I'm glad it was just a dream but I'm still really scared. So Ethan be careful because I don't want to lose you!"

The pain from the nightmare flooded out like a raging tidal wave that the remaining half of your story came out in broken lines filled with huffs and sniffles as you bawled your eyes out onto the stuffed toy you were cradling in your arms.

The boy panicked and told you sweet nothings only boyfriends were supposed to say just to ease your frozen nerves and calm you back down, and when you finally did after a few minutes of constant reassurance, he spoke in a loving tone that you have never heard from him before. "(Y/N), I love you, so I promise to be careful. Don't cry anymore."

I love you.

The simple phrase that he uttered seemed too surreal and too good to be true that it stopped every single thought from running in your head and shocked you enough that your eyes widened and mouth parted as an automatic response.

"You... You love me?" you asked shakily, pressing the phone closer to your ear, desperately waiting for him to confirm what you had heard.

"Yes, I do. I love you. And let me get this straight, if I ever get you pregnant, I promise to always be careful and safe because the last thing I want is for the woman I love to raise our child alone. Understood?"

Ethan has never spoken so steadfastly nor as lengthily as he did that moment, and the fact that he sounded sincere and affectionate at the same time made your heart melt into a puddle and break open in the most delightful way possible.

You still snivelled and hiccupped for a few more minutes after his confession, but your best friend, now boyfriend, hushed you silently over the line with his sweet and relaxing voice until you were able to speak again without choking or coughing.

"I love you too, Ethan. I love you so, so, so, so much!" you whispered loudly, afraid to wake up your parents who were sleeping in the next room.

He chuckled boyishly at your giddiness before hushing you again - and you imagined him placing a finger over his lips ever so sexily as he did. "I'll see you first thing in the morning and ask you formally to be my girlfriend. For now, go back to sleep." he said with amusement lacing his tone.

"Promise me you'll be careful." you demanded childishly, a hint of worry still at the back of your mind.

"I promise. Goodnight, (Y/N). I love you." he answered, a smile on his face that you could not see.

"I love you too. Goodnight, Ethan." you spoke, the ghost of his  'i love you' still resonating like a melodic church bell in your head.

After your exchange of words, you heard the rustling noises of his bedsheet and blanket emerge in the background again followed by the soft clicking of his table lamp being turned off. You waited patiently for the sound to die down, and when it finally did, your boyfriend made a single, almost inaudible, kissing noise that made you smile from ear to ear before ending the call.

It was so uncharacteristic of him, but so sweet and flattering as well.

You placed the phone back at your nightstand and tucked yourself in with your stuffed toy in your arms. The heaviness in your chest that has emerged since the nightmares started has completely dissipated and since that night, no other dream like it has disturbed your sleep.