Hey lovely:) I wanted to ask if I please could get a continuation of the Adrian and Mickey roommate imagine? If not I totally understand. Have a lovely day đ
Hello, love! I'm terribly sorry it took me so long to get to this. I have the worst attention span, and I didn't want to write something for you that was lacklustre. But I've had a pang of inspiration, and I missed these two boys a lot. With that said, I give you the continuation you requested <3 The previous imagine is here [x]
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You looked around the apartment...If one could call it such. It was more of a hallway, with a sliver of a kitchen that certainly would never suit the type of meals you liked to cook. You imagined one of the guys barreling through, knocking over a pot of sauce or bumping you with their broad shoulders, sending a sheet of cookies flying to their crumbly death.
"Okay... I know I said I'd be happy in a broom closet, but how are we supposed to cook Thanksgiving dinner here? The stove might as well be an Easy Bake Oven; it's so small. And I've seen coolers bigger than that fridge."
"It's fine," said Mickey.
"I think she has a point," Adrian replied.
The cupboards were apartments for mice, and when you walked down the tiled hall toward the bedrooms, the checkered floor rose and fell, creating an optical illusion of a giant woman in a tiny passage. Mickey and Adrian tried to stifle their giggles.
"Mickey, you try walking through without smashing your head on the ceiling."
It was trueâMickey couldn't make it through the corridor without ducking. But it wasn't the most inconvenient feature of the place. When you reached the first bedroom on the left side, all three of you went in and had a thorough glance around, determining it wasn't so bad until Adrian opened the closet and let out a sigh.
"So... There's a door inside the closet."
"What do you mean 'a door'?"
"Like, there's a tiny door right there in the back of the closet. Right there!"
You and Mickey crowded in to see the small door Adrian spoke of. Mickey nudged Adrian with his elbow. "Open it, Adrian."
"No! What if there's a body in there?"
"Honestly, that'd be the least surprising thing," you muttered as Adrian ventured further into the bare board closet. He twisted the rusty knob and pulled open the door. You watched him hunch down and inch through the space, his shuffles growing distant. "Guys, you're never gonna believe this!"
"What! Is it treasure?" Mickey called out.
"Check it out!" Adrian's voice sounded from behind, startling shrieks from you and Mickey. The taller man clung to you like a frightened child.
"How did you get there?" You asked.
"The door leads to the other room!"
"That's...Deeply unsettling," Mickey said.
"Let's check out the other bedroom," you huffed, leaving the interconnected rooms.
The third bedroom was that broom closet you had assured would be acceptable living quarters. However, the more time you spent inside the narrow square bedroom, the more you convinced yourself tortured spirits of people long-dead whispered in the corners. The cobwebs hung down like Christmas garlands, and the light fixture was a bizarre handicraft of deer antlers with a pull-string hanging down in the center of the room.
Mickey came in behind you and patted you on the shoulder. "Seems like murders happened in here."
Adrian soon followed his friend in, and suddenly, the space was entirely too cramped. "Uh, yeah. This whole place definitely belonged to a serial killer."
Next came the bathroom, which all of you piled into at once just to get the inspection over with. You couldn't tell if the toilet was purchased that way or if years of neglect had stained it a troubling shade of brown. Hunks of porcelain were missing from the sink and counter as if somebody had gone on a baseball bat rampage. The shower was a pipe with a transparent curtain surrounding it. You pulled the stiff plastic back and saw a black spider spinning a web on the faucetâa faucet located near the bottom that had no business being there, for there was no tub of which to speak.
"So, do we have any other options, or are we all set on Buffalo Bill's first apartment?" You asked.
"I dunno," said Mickey. "The rent is cheap, and it's close to downtown."
"It's also close to one of the circles of Hell," you said as you backed out of the room. "Not exactly a selling feature, if you ask me."
"She's right, Mick. This place is shit."
"Oh, come on... We can fix it up!"
"Says the guy who's never fixed a thing in his life," Adrian grumbled. "Said you'd fix the bike you broke, and that was five years ago."
"Aw, you guys have been married for five years?" You cooed before they chased you back down the hall to the living room.
Peculiar stains blotted every corner of the carpets, and the windows had seen better days. One of them had been nailed shut, the posts rusty and screaming with Tetanus. The layer of dust alone set Adrian off on a sneezing fit as Mickey flounced onto a couch seemingly made of animal dander and cigarette smoke-laced tweed.
"Think they'd throw in this couch? It's pretty comfy even with the spring stickin' in my ass."
"I'd pay them to take the thing," you waved the dust motes from your face.
Once Adrian recovered from his theatrical chain of sneezes, he marched into the center of the room, eyes dark and drawn to the floor. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket and kicked at a spot of dirt embedded in the rug, or it could have been a patch of singed fibres.
"No," he said.
Mickey perked. "No, what?"
"No... Just no. We deserve better than this! This place is a dump. I'd rather make a fort in a dumpster than live here."
Mickey went contemplative. "We should make a fort."
"Mick... Come on. Look at this piece of shit. You think she wants to live here? It's awful!"
"I know," Mickey sighed. "It's the worst... What do you think, roomie?"
You stood next to Adrian and squeezed his arm. "I think Adrian's right. We should definitely check out some other options. We're better than this."
"Are we, though?" Mickey's voice squeaked.
"YES!" You and Adrian yelled. Mickey sealed his lips and clasped his hands between his knees.
"Well, okay. Let's look for something else. But you're never gonna beat seven hundred dollars a month."
"And a lifelong curse."
"And a disease from that nasty-ass toilet."
"And probably ghosts!"
"All right, all right, picky-nickies! Let's get out of here then."
You left as a dejected unit of sour faces. When Mickey reached the sidewalk just outside of the dilapidated apartment building, he turned around and jangled the change in his pocket. "I'm hungry! Let's get Taco Bell."
"We have to save our pennies, Mick," Adrian said.
Mickey looked down at the ground and booted a pebble, frowning. You chuckled at them both. Their moods were dampened, but you knew you could rekindle their spirits just as quickly.
"Come on, guys. Let's go get some shitty burritos. It's on me."
Mickey gasped, and Adrian grimaced. "You know...if you want to ditch us and forget this whole deal... We'd totally understand."
"I'm not going anywhere, Adrian. We just hit a bad patch. We'll find something better. Let's get a paper and go look over some ads with some Baja Blast, yeah?"
"I like yooou!" Mickey sang. "Let's keep her, Adrian."
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Hey dear:) I got a little Mickey and Adrian idea so maybe you are interested to write something for it please. Like imagine they are being best friends and want to move in together but are too broke so they look for another roommate. So what would it be like living with them together/ meeting them for the room?
Hello, love! Thanks for the request. Itâs been a hot minute since I wrote any Mickey stuff or Adrian for that matter! Hereâs a snippet of what I think it would be like meeting the duo for a roommate interview ^^
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Neither of the two men fidgeting on the couch was the brains of the operation. The tall, lanky one named Mickey had a pen and notepad but chose not to depend on the preset questions. Instead, he gnawed on the end of the pen as he looked you up and down. The other one was strong and quiet until he introduced himself, and you thrust out your hand in greeting. Your ease put his worries to rest.
"So, listen, we know the ad said we're looking for a roommate, and while that's true... Uh, there's a slight hitch," Mickey explained.
"We don't have the room that would qualify anyone as a mate," Adrian added.
Mickey shrugged, flinging the chewed end of his pen in Adrian's direction. The blue-eyed man scowled, then turned back to you with an amiable smile. "But we have something lined up. We just can't afford the rent between us two... Yet!"
"Or first and last," Mickey said.
You let out the long breath that had filled your chest. The two men looked like they meant well, but it wasn't the situation you expected.
You pointed around the room and said, "this isn't your house?"
"Nope."
"Not exactly," Mickey winced.
"Mickey! Adrian!"
You cocked your head toward the woman's voice. Then you noticed their clothes and how ragged they looked sitting on the steam-cleaned sofa, an ornate wrought-iron and glass table separating you from them. Of course, these two didn't have the money for a place like this.
"Mickey!"
"One minute, mom! We're interviewing!"
An older woman shuffled into the living room carrying a plate of assorted store-bought cookies. You grinned in surprise and stood to pay tribute to the real proprietor and her generous donation of baked goods.
"Oh, don't you seem nice," Mickey's mother said after you introduced yourself. "Don't scare this one away, boys. I'll leave you three to your discussion."
Mickey leaned on his propped fist, rolling his eyes. "Mom, I thought I told you, no cookies until after she says yes."
"Hey, if there are cookies, you can consider it a yes from me," you said.
"Really? You don't want to see the place first?" Adrian asked, one dark eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"Nah, you two seem cool. As long as I have my own room, I'm fine living anywhere. Even if it's just a broom closet."
"N-no, it's not a closet. You get an entire room. I called dibs on the bigger bedroom, but you can have it if you want," Mickey offered.
Adrian scoffed, telling of a previous negotiation that might have ended up combative. You could tell Adrian had been vying for the room in question. Squinting at the boys, you feigned contemplation. "Hmm... Cookies and you're giving me the bigger bedroom? Well, I suppose that makes up for the false advertising."
Mickey slid to the edge of his seat. "So, you'll take it?"
"Do I have to say yes again?"
"Maybe don't decide until you actually see the place. It's nothing like this," Adrian twirled his finger around the meticulously clean room. Mickey's mom kept the home spick and span, which should have been another telltale sign you'd walked into an unintentional ruse. They had a spark of deeply woven brotherhood, rich in background and criminal record, andâsmack-dab in an elderly womanâs bijouterieâthey sat comically out of place in the best of ways.
It didn't matter what the place looked like; you knew becoming a roommate was much more than liking the digs. It was determining whether you could tolerate the person offering the room and all their poor habits and grating mannerisms.
"Well, let's go see the place then. And don't worry, I'll cover first and last. You two can make it up to me in other ways."
Both of them went dark as they chewed on what you said. You imagined at least one of them had conjured sexual thoughts, then dismissed them with a subliminal shake of the head. These were good boys. Perhaps a little on the dim side, but they were solid guys.
"What do you mean, like, doin' your laundry or somethin'?" Mickey asked.
You tapped your chin. "No, not quite what I had in mind. I was thinking you two could be my resident spider-patrol, dust the shelves I can't reach, um... intimidate guys that bother me."
"So, you want bodyguards?"
Mickey stuck his thumb in Adrian's direction. "He used to work a security job."
"Oh, really?" You said with a smile.
Adrian glared at Mickey, waiting for him to erupt.
"Until he got caught shoplifting, and they fired his ass."
"Adrian!" You gasped. "For shame!"
"Whatever! Everyone else did the same thing."
You giggled at them both. The pair might have been of the rough-and-tumble sort, but you had a feeling you'd get along with Mickey and his best friend Adrian just fine.
Godddd please divulge what it would be like to be seduced by Adrian. I need that in my life. đ
It was something about the shaved head that reeled you in. Adrian looked so different. Not different in the unrecognizable way, but enough to hitch your attention hard. He noticed you noticing him and ran his hand over the closely cropped smoothness.
"Your beautiful hair, Adrian."
His smile quaked, shifting something inside you from on to holy shit. The shaved head only drew attention to the severe blue of his eyes. A deep brow angled and he looked you up and down, returning the favour, making sure you knew he was out for your blood.
"It will grow back."
"I like it but... Wow. You're scary now."
There were a hundred burning questions about prison you wanted to ask, but he had just been released. You could save the questions for later. Adrian was there now, your much anticipated reunion unfolding fast.
"I never did get to kiss you the way I wanted to back then."
"Good thing you're out now. You can catch up on all the little things you missed."
"Starting with us?" He asked, taking a step closer.
Thankful the curtains didn't need to be drawn, you didn't make it out of the living room before Adrian was tugging at your shirt and pushing down your pants while doing the same for himself. He took you like he would run out of time and a guard might march into the room to cart him out at any moment.
He made use of the night and every hole you would allow him inside. Once he was in, there wasn't a thing you could do to stop him. You groaned and squealed when the angle struck a tight chord, clenched your teeth when he rode too hard and apologized when you asked him to take it slow. He was wound up and you expected that to happen. He had written in all his letters to you about how he couldn't wait to pin you down and rock you until your eyes crossed. It was to be expected.
Even a guy as fit as Adrian needed a cooldown, and you benefitted from slow, sleepy sex when the small hours rolled in. He wasn't finished with you, only finished being an animal until his next bout of energy had you biting the pillow and praying for cum.
First of all I love all of your amazing work and I canât wait to see you publish your first work and I can stand by the side like a proud soccer mom and be like yass thats my girl! Anyway I wanted to ask how would Mickey and Adrian react to getting a strip tease from a girl they both find hot. Like i totally can imagine Mickey being like a little puppy and drooling and Adrian kinda being shy at first.
Youâre the sweetest angel <3 I hope to make you proud someday!
I can see Adrian sort of scoffing at first, and Mickey sitting there, leaned forward, big eyes practically popping out of his skull. Adrian would throw his gaze here and there, but when he saw her circling her hips around and noticed the curves and grace of her movement, one dark eyebrow would raise and he would forget about everything else, even Mickey, sitting right next to him.
Mickey would bring a fist to his mouth to stifle his enthusiasm because he wanted to groan, but he didnât want to look so desperate compared to his friend sitting beside him. She was a treat to watch and both sets of eyes assured her of that.
Once Adrian stopped thinking about everything else, he leaned back, sub-consciously spreading his limbs, opening his legs, laying his thick arms around the back of the sofa. One corner of his mouth would tug until he realized he was smiling, then his teeth would clamp down on his bottom lip.
She teased them, pretending to work her shirt up over her breasts, but shook a finger at the boys while pulling the material back over her stomach. Mickeyâs giant green eyes would flash, one wide hand rubbing over his mouth. He started to get antsy and wanted her to come closer, so he hooked one finger until she was a foot away.
âOh, youâre gonna get it, little lady,â Mickey warned.
Adrian smacked his friendâs shoulder with the back of his hand. âQuiet, let her finish. Those clothes canât stay on forever.â
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I figured I should do this too because 1. Why not, and 2. I can link it to my quick links post so any friends I follow know it's me.
Let's goop
Name: Adrian
Nicknames: Blue, Kat, Crypt
Pronouns: anything almost default they/them or it/its
Age: 28 (for now)
I am into: Photography, Hades (the game), Baulder's Gate 3, Dungeons and Dragons, cats, veterinary med, Bob's Burgers, Impractical Jokers, creepy spooky stuff, drawing, cute stuff, and I love Orignial characters. Ask me about mine or tell me about yours, I'll be delighted.
I don't like: loud sudden noises oof, microfiber (yuck!), bigots, stairs, being mean to my cats
More: I am a parent, I'm in school for Veterinary Medicine; working to become a registered Veterinary Technician. I also really love the outdoors. If yall wanna know more just ask â¤ď¸
Adrian doesnât celebrate the day of the dead. He used to but after his family disowned him and told him his ancestors would be ashamed of him he just kinda stopped. He gets really depressed and isolates himself.
