crankiplier/tythan one shots

(New Roomate) 1

(They will be smoking weed in this, so if that makes you uncomfy, then don't read)

Ethan took a deep breath before entering the small house in front of him. He saw an ad on Facebook about someone needing a new roomate so they don't get behind on their bills. He had contacted the owner of the house and now he's on the doorstep. He knocked on the door and held his breath, hoping someone was home. The door cracked open and he saw the owner's face.

"Hey, it's me." Ethan said, waving.

The door opened all the way and the owner welcomed him inside.

"Hey, I'm Mark. Sorry about being weird, I just woke up." he said, scratching his head.

"Oh, no, you're fine! I totally get it." Ethan said, sitting on the couch. He was very nervous. He looked around the living room and smiled when he saw a dog laying on the floor sleeping.

"So, you have a stable job, right?" Mark said, looking up from his phone. 
"Yes, but I do work very weird hours, so I might come home at weird times." Ethan said, adjusting himself on the couch.
"Oh? Well, what do you do, if you don't mind my asking?" Mark said, looking at him curiously.

"Um, I'm a stripper." Ethan said, blushing. He looked down at his hands and regretted answering his question.

"Oh that's totally fine! My old roomie was also a stripper, but then they found a new place to live that was closer to their spot." Mark said, smiling at him.

Mark thought her was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. His blue hair matched his eyes perfectly and he loved the shape of his body. 

"This is a weird question, but do you smoke weed? It might help with your anxiety." Mark said, hoping he would say yes.

Ethan nodded and smiled. Mark pulled out a small box with a baggie and some rolling papers. He rolled two blunts, just in case Ethan was weird about germs. He handed Ethan a small lighter, but he saw him pull one out of his pocket. It had dragons on it, which he liked.

"So, you new to the area or something?" Mark said, taking a hit.
Ethan nodded and coughed loudly. He took a drink of water and laughed. 
"Yeah, I'm going to college for now, but I'm into making videos for YouTube." he said, blushing a little bit. 

"That's cool! So am I!" Mark said excitedly. The dog shot up from its bed and ran over to Mark, nudging his hand. He raised his hand in the air to keep the smoke away from her and petted her head with his free hand.
"This is Chica. She does amazing with other dogs, so if you have one you can bring it here." Mark said, kissing the top of her head. She went over to Ethan and licked his hand. Ethan giggled and pet her head, smiling down at her. She yawned and went to the doggy door at the back of the house.

"So, you think you could move in sometime this week?" Mark said hopefully through a cloud of smoke.
Ethan nodded and Mark handed him a set of keys. Each key had a different door since the house was set up weirdly. They talked about splitting up the chores, Mark obviously taking care of Chica since she's his dog and they would do their own laundry. Ethan went out to his car and did a happy dance as he drove to his shitty apartment. He went to his room and grabbed some things and shoved them into a duffel bag. Most of his things would need boxes, so he would have to go buy some since he burned his. He went to bed that night happy as all hell that he had a hot roommate.