Sadness Hotline || Ethan Nestor x Reader

seven

I knocked on his door. Three knocks.

I heard feet running around the house. Then the knob turned, and there was Ethan.

He was in large, baggy sweatpants, and a tight tank top.

I looked up at his face and he had a toothbrush in his mouth.

He giggled, "Sorry you got here sooner than expected." He ran to his kitchen to wipe off his mouth.

"Wow, you have a nice house." I said looking at his marble countertops.

"Thanks. Come over whenever you like." Ethan laughed.

"So what do you wanna do first." Ethan said jumping on to the counter.

"Well, I brought makeup." I winked at him.

"So you're suggesting that you're gonna do my makeup?" Ethan smirked.

"Yeah, and we can watch a movie, then put on some face mask." I clapped.

I grabbed Ethan's hand a pulled him off he counter.

I pulled him into his large, soft couch. I plopped down with my bag and pulled out my makeup.

"Oo the James CharlesxMorphe palette. I've heard of that." Ethan said examining it.

Then I did a nice sunset cut crease, eye look on Ethan.

"Just fabulous darling." I laughed in a fancy accent.

"I feel so beautiful." Ethan said in a small voice, laughing.

Then we watched a movie. Then another movie. And another movie. And at the end of the night, I fell asleep.

Authors note:

I wrote the James CharlesxMorphe thing before anything about him being a pedo had come out, I've received a lot of comments about it & I'm aware it didn't age well! I'm not sure if I should rewrite that bit or not, but I'm very sorry if it offends anyone, it's not my intention. It was just popular at the time I wrote this chapter.

Please comment or dm me if I should change it, or leave it if you have an opinion on it! (I'm really not sure what to do, so opinions from others would be helpful, but not forced, and just to be clear, I absolutely do not support James Charles.)