Dangerous Fellows Character X Reader

They're Drunk (All Fellows)

I'm sorry if the lengths won't be consistent. I am so tired, and this is my stress reliever.

Anyway... This is a gift for someone. I promised them~ You know who you are. ^-^

FYI, I don't proofread

This has been edited.

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Ethan

You were working late on a project that you had to submit the following day when an audible thud from the small room next to yours snapped you out of your concentration.

Worried that someone might have broken in or that something bad must have happened to your boyfriend, you decided to grab the baseball bat that he lent to you and went to check out what was wrong.

You felt your heart beating rapidly against your chest and thumping loudly in your ears as you made your way out of your bedroom. And the fact that it was dead silent in the house apart from the low tune of classical music playing on your phone in the background - one that has now been completely muffled by the distance - did not play well in loosening your constricted nerves.

You knew you weren't exactly trained for combat. And though you basically have a blunt weapon at your disposal - secured tightly within your grip - you didn't know if you even had the guts, strength, and the willpower to swing it against someone's skull should worse comes to worst.

It could even play to your disadvantage if you weren't careful.

Because of this, you really couldn't help but wish he was with you.

He can protect the both of you easily.

Ethan! I need you! Where are you?! You shouted in your head like it was a summons.

But you didn't even know if he was in the house. And now you have to brave this fear alone.

Okay this is it. I'm so gonna die. I'm dead now. I'm still walking, but I'm dead now. You said in your head as you stepped foot in the hallway outside your bedroom.

And the soonest that you did, a crashing sound from the next room reverberated against the four corners of the house.

The sound was similar to a pile of heavy boxes collapsing one after another and it would have been loud enough to awaken the neighbours if only you had any.

It sent you into full panic mode with the 'code red' alarm ringing so loudly in your head it overpowered your own thoughts.

Though in hindsight, you couldn't think of anything anyway.

That was why you were surprised when instead of running the opposite direction and heading down the stairs to get to the living room where the phone was, you held tightly onto the doorknob of the room where the "presumed" burglar was in and pushed it open.

You nagged yourself for the dumb boldness you have exuded, but you knew it was too late to regret your actions. You were ready to lose your life right then and there. You knew the burglar would get you.

But to your surprise and absolute relief, you found something, or rather someone, else.

There inside the small and pitch black space was your cute boyfriend. He was sitting in the middle of a pile of upturned and haphazardly strewn boxes that once kept all the toys, knick knacks, and albums that you had from your childhood. The ones that you have decided to hide away the moment he asked to live in the same house with out of fear that he will be weirded out.

"What the..." you muttered before stopping on your tracks, your face and body suddenly frozen in shock as the feeling of panic rose in a manner that was strong enough to debilitate your motor function.