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Status: Open Open to: m / f /nb Connection: Friends, Best Friends, Exes, Girlfriend, Crush, Enemy - whatever! Feel free to message me to discuss if you’d like to!
Ethan was seated in the living room of his new apartment when he head the doorbell rang. Seeing he was in the middle of a game he shouted. “The door is open!” Before he continued to click away at the buttons on the controller.
Ethan | Jean
Ethan: Why am I always the one you call when you're drunk?
Ethan: You seriously need to check yourself dude. You nearly made me wreck last time trying to tug me closer because you wanted to suck my dick.
Ethan: Seriously...you're a lot more sexual than you use to be when you're drunk. What's up with that?
“but really, think about this,” the boy started, obviously too high for his own good. “do you think sand is called sand because it’s between sea and land? like a conjunction of both words.”
“really?” ethan whispered to the male beside him. they were in a public movie theater, only ten minutes into the film, and the other’s hand had already reached for his crotch.
ethan: how daddy do i look with my baseball cap and earplugs ethan: ???? did i use that word correctly or ethan: idfk
( commonxera )
“Don’t question anything. I don’t wanna talk about it,” Ethan mumbled to his roommate while entering their apartment, rubbing at his eyes in embarrassment. It looked like a pixie fairy had puked all over him, as he was covered in sparkles and was even wearing a pink tutu over his jeans. “Let’s just say that the party was fun, but I may’ve drank too much tequila on an empty stomach.” A dry laugh escaped him as he moved towards the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, eyeing whatever was on the television. “I never knew that you were one to watch Friends,” the boy teased, a smirk creeping onto his lips.
“Of course they cheated on you!” Ethan bellowed while fumbling with his jacket. It was quite uncharacteristic of him, but the boy had just driven half an hour to pick up the heartbroken other who he’d warned from the very beginning. “Do you even know who you’re dating? I mean, God forbid you get into a relationship that isn’t solely based off of sexual attraction, because you know--” He pursed his lips and finished his sentence behind his teeth. “You know that if you were to date someone who you genuinely loved, it’d be me. Why are you trying so goddamn hard to hide that?”
( brxghtneon )
“I told you, bro! I told you to do the dishes, and who didn’t do the dishes?” Ethan hollered over his ridiculously loud music while working on his homework. “So, guess who has to painfully listen to this for the rest of the night?” He then began scream-singing the song, completely out of tune and rhythm. Roxanne by The Police. It was a classic.
