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GHOSTCHATS can now be found at WALKINGOUIJA all replied will be from that account from now on. Just to clean up my blogs a bit and all that. Everything’s remained the same I just wanted Mickey to have her own blog so I can separate my supernatural characters from my every day boring characters lol Hope this is alright and I look forward to writing with everyon!
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
{ Garrett }:
Garrett wasn’t too sure if he believed her, his nocturnal schedule wasn’t really that fun to be synced up to. But he wouldn’t push, even if he started to feel even worse. This couldn’t have waited until tomorrow anyway, it was important and he wanted both the answers and reconciliation he deserved. That wasn’t asking for too much, right? The brunet seemed surprised by how Mickey associated the two, and half a chortle was his reply. He still had it from back in high school, except he wasn’t as horny as he was back then. He matured, but not as much as he should have. Instead of laughing at the mention of boobs, he was infatuated with them. So he thought he had a pretty good idea of what Mickey meant. “Nope, I got you one hundred percent. I was the same exact way, minus the bitch part.”
He’d wait then, patience was something he’d just have to learn. Garrett was useless in this field and Heath couldn’t do much as a brand spanking new man of the law. He had connections too, but he really needed a man on the inside to help. The werewolf’s lips curled into a frown, wishing that he didn’t have the reminder. Sometimes he liked to imagine he was just stuck eternally in a nightmare, but he knew that wasn’t the case.
“Dog?” He asked, taking a moment to register what she said. “Oh, that’s me. My German Shepherd,” he explained, turning around to find her. She was curled into herself on the sofa, snoring softly as she slept. Unlike her owner, Daisy liked to sleep at night and be up in the day. She’d bite a chunk of his arm out before she adjusted to his schedule.
Mickey smiled and pulled her van door open to stretch her legs out and look out over the edge of the overpass she had parked on. The sun was beginning to rise and everything was in the twilight, locked in some weird dimension of night and dawn, stars and sunlight. It was breathtaking. She gave a slight shiver at the cool morning breeze and rubbed at her eyes.
“Bet you were the talk of the school, looker like you. Probably pretty popular with the ladies huh? Chasing skirts into the girl’s bathroom for a quick makeout or cigarette in the boy’s bathroom before class,” she teased with a final yawn. Mickey looked out over the skyline and sighed softly. Mickey liked mornings she was up in time for the sunrise, she liked breathing in the first winds of the day and catching the first figments of daylight. It was the simple things that kept her going anymore. She rarely slept thanks to the nightmares of the dead and when she did sleep it was for short spurts so she cherished the time she was given to just- be her. Be here. Be alive.
“Yeah dog, every time your ma pops up to scare the shit outta me there’s a smell of a dog,” Mickey said before Garrett explained. She smiled and looked out over the overpass. “You run?” she asked suddenly. “Meet me at the IHOP on Archway and Moss, we’ll have breakfast, talk and then you and your furry friend can join me for a jog. How’s that sound? Breakfast on me, but that ain’t me askin you out so nothin funny. This is strictly business, homes,” she joked in a stern tone but a smile on her lips as she awaited his answer.
Send me hypothetical scenarios and I will respond with how my Muse would handle them.
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Before Garrett allowed himself to spill out what was going on, he paused. Brows knitted together as he gripped his phone before looking at his watch. He shivered, the time read four twenty-one in the morning. How did he stay up this late? “Sorry,” he began, almost bashfully. “I didn’t even realize the time until now.” Night and day just meshed together for the werewolf at this point, he was lucky he found the time to sleep anymore.
But Mickey did a great job hiding if she was angry at him for waking her up. Seriously, he was pretty sure any other girl would have found where he lived and massacred him for that. He huffed out a laugh, lips quirking into a slight grin. She gave him too much credit, but then again if someone was a raging dick a week ago, you’d most likely still remember it. Spacing out, he nearly forgot why he called until Mickey jogged his memory back up.
“Oh yeah, right. Yeah, the results came in. Ruled it as a homicide, so I’m definitely not crazy.” Right, he wasn’t crazy, it’s not like he’s had multiple breakdowns and fits of paranoia the last week. “I was calling over the connections you had, or just to have a starting point before. I’ve never been involved with anything like this and…” Where else am I turning to?
“No prob, I’m straight,” Mickey replied through a yawn as she glanced out the window of her van. It was still dark, she looked at the battery operated clock on the floor of her van only to see the time flashing 12:00. She hit the thing against the floor and smacked it but then the numbers disappeared entirely earning a breathy, “Fuck,” from Mickey as she tossed the thing over her shoulder. “Just to clarify I remember you and your brother for being attractive with a ghost mother not for being dicks. Everyone in group against their will are dicks, every new member and I should know because when I first went to one as a teen I was a raging bitch- and hormonal so just imagine. I mean I’m a bitch now so could you imagine me as a teen?” she asked before yawning once more and stretching her arm over her head, arching her back until it popped and she sighed, “Total nightmare.”
Mickey waited to hear what brought on the late or early phone call and fumbled around her van for her clothes. She pulled on some jeans and began rummaging through her clothes as Garrett spoke. “My connections?” she repeated absently before she remembered the detective she mentioned. “Oh you mean that detective I was working with? Well he’s got a case, but I can talk to him. Sorry to hear that your mom was murdered, must bite the big one,” she said. Mickey was never exactly the most gentle of mediums. She was brash and blunt and kind of calloused when it came to victims’s families. She didn’t know how to help because most of the time she was in pain. It kind bittered her towards everything and everyone.
“Hey how’s the dog?” she asked suddenly as she pulled a shirt up and sniffed it before making a face and continuing her search. “Who’s got the dog?”
“I won’t go broke. Besides, I’d feel bad if I didn’t pay for some things.” Dmitri told her as she crossed around to the driver’s seat. “There’s an ATM just a few blocks ahead, you can’t miss it.” Dmitri promised. He pointed it out anyway once they got there. Once the van was stopped, he got out and walked around to the ATM, taking out three hundred dollars to cover at least some things. He stuffed the cash into his wallet, turning to look at Mickey through the window before flashing her a wink. “Alright, let’s get out of here!” Dmitri laughed as he crossed back, jumping into the passenger side and pushing his hand through his hair.
Mickey whooped loudly and happily as she drummed on the steering wheel and revved the engine playfully. She waited for Dmitri to buckle in then pulled away from the ATM and out onto the street heading for the back roads out of New Orleans. “The little tv is attached to the back of your seat if you wanna watch something,” Mickey said gesturing to the back of his seat. “Or we can talk like- oh I know what’s your favorite band? You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to,” she said looking at him.
“I know, but let’s not think about that now, we got a trip to go on!” Dmitri grinned, opening the back doors of the van and carefully storing his things in the back. “First things first, let’s head to the bank and get some cash. I got us a little bit for snacks, but I didn’t have much.” Dmitri shrugged, tugging her close by the waist and kissing her nose. “Now c’mon, let’s go on an adventure.” He winked, closed the doors of the van, and moved around to the passenger side.
Mickey giggled and crinkled her nose as Dmitri kissed it. She rubbed her nose against his affectionately and then watched him climb in the passenger side. She shut the door for him and stood on her toes to lean in the window. “I can cover for most of the trip, you have rent and everything to pay for, can’t have you going broke,” she teased smiling warmly and then dropping down to the flats of her feet and walking around the front of her van to climb in the driver’s seat. “Where’s your bank?” she asked starting up her engine and pulling onto the street after making sure everything was good to go. Mickey stole glances at the wedding ring on her finger, stretching out her fingers to look at it absently with a silly grin on her face, feeling content for the first time in years. She was excited and happy and- normal. She could get used to this. She already was.
Wes smirked as she spoke, making a mental note to call her that all the time now since he knew it bugged her. “Oh, but the way it’s making you react, I gotta say is pretty fucking adorable,” he teased her, standing outside the bar, leaning against the wall. It was one of the things he found he could touch. “I was killed, I told you,” he said and it was easy for him to pull his jacket aside and show where he had been shot when he was alive, right in his right shoulder. His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean you can’t feel any pain - you can feel pain of spirits?” he asked, his thoughts reeling. He remembered he was shot, he knew he was dead, but that was the most he could remember. And up until he met this girl, he had never really thought about it before. He wanted to know why, for the first time since he died. “I was shot. I’m still trying to piece shit together myself, Mouse.”
“Shut up,” Mickey mumbled taking a slow drag of her cigarette and exhaling slowly through her puckered lips. She noted he was leaning against the wall of the bar and she studied him when he showed her the bullet wound to his shoulder. It didn’t seem enough to kill a man but who was she to say otherwise? She reached up and touched the space in her own shoulder wondering why there was no ache or pulsating sting in her shoulder from where Wes’s wound was. She looked at her shoulder and then up at Wes. “Yeah it goes with the territory, I feel the death blows sometimes experience the death of victims which- is why I’m kinda confused. You don’t make any sense, you don’t fit the bill of the normal spirit. Are you positive you died like do you remember who shot you or anything?” she asked and then groaned. “Fuck stop it with the Mouse man I ain’t a fucking mouse.”
“Oh it’s a pleasure to meet you Mickey- OH!” The old woman’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the sight of the wedding ring on her hand. Dmitri tried not to laugh at her reaction, pushing a hand through his hair and letting his own ring glint in the light of the hallway. “I really hate to cut this meeting short, but we gotta go.” Dmitri shook his head as he collected his other bag, his keys, and his wallet. He pressed a kiss to Mrs. Floyd’s cheek, who was looking at him in shock. “See you later Mrs. Floyd!” Dmitri waved as he took Mickey’s hand, tugging her down the stairs and flashing her a grin. “Well that went well.” He snorted.
Mickey paused in momentary horror when Mrs Floyd saw the ring and she looked at Dmitri before seeing him smiling. She smiled back and giggled lightly before stepping into the hallway with Mrs Floyd while Dmitri gathered the last of things. “We’re going on a trip,” Mickey said happily to Mrs Floyd, “I’m kidnapping him,” she whispered playfully. The poor woman probably thought it was going to be their honeymoon with their rings on their hands. Mickey didn’t want to correct her, it felt so nice, being in a relationship like this with Dmitri. Mickey laced her fingers with Dmitri’s and let him lead her back down the stairs and out of the building. “I think you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do when we get back and our rings are gone,” she teased although if she could keep the ring she felt like she would have. It felt good to be wanted and she thought that this was what love felt like. A warm sort of sensation filling her up from the toes to the top of her head.
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Dmitri packed granola bars and almonds into his back, as well as filling up a travel mug with water. “Sounds like the perfect trip.” Dmitri chuckled quietly, his brows furrowing at the knock on the door. He zipped up his backpack and slung it over his shoulders, walking out to the living room and smiling at Mrs. Floyd. “Hey Mrs. Floyd, how’s it going?” Dmitri asked, moving to stand beside Mickey. The little old woman smiled up at him, looking over at Mickey. “I just came to say hi to your new girlfriend. Our Dmitri takes good care of us around here.” She told Mickey, reaching up to pinch Dmitri fondly on the cheek. “Always making us little treats.”
Mickey grinned as Mrs Floyd pinched Dmitri’s cheek and called her his girlfriend. It sounded nice and she couldn’t help but giggle as the woman fussed over him. “Yeah he’s just the greatest, he made me pumpkin muffins this morning. Best breakfast ever,” Mickey said affectionately as she looked at Dmitri and grinned at him. She offered her hand to the little old lady, “I’m Mickey.” Unfortunately for Dmitri, and maybe for Mickey, Mickey was left handed so the ring shone proudly on her hand as she offered it to Mrs Floyd. “Nice to meet you.”
“Mhm, keep telling yourself that,” he said and rounded the table, getting a little closer to her. He looked at her carefully, trying to analyze the way she felt when he was near her. She obviously had some sort of gift or something, and he could feel the energy of her power. It was strange, because he wanted to know more. He really wanted to ask her questions, but she was getting on his nerves and he wasn’t very good at controlling a lot of his own new “gift” like qualities. “I can go wherever I want, but it doesn’t exactly sound like you want to continue talking to me little Mouse.” he said and headed for the door of the bar. Wes was interested to see if she would follow behind him.
“Don’t call me Mouse,” Mickey said grabbing her scarf and coat and slipping it on. She followed him out into the chilly air and ignored him as she walked out into the parking lot. She still couldn’t get over finding a spirit that could talk. There had to be something about him that was different; something about his life or the way he died. She had to figure it out. “I’m not a mouse, it’s not cute,” she told him fixing him with a look as she pulled a cigarette from a crumpled old pack. “How’d you die? Usually I can tell but you’re kinda- a mystery. You talk, you look alive, and I can’t feel any pain or any signs of death so- how’d you bite it?”
“I’m sure. You’ll take care of it, I hope.” Dmitri teased, watching as the ring slid on with ease. It looked right on Mickey. He looked away, cheeks flushing as he picked out a few of his favorite movies, stuffing them and the ones Mickey had picked into his bag. “Technically you’re my wife.” He reminded with a snort. “I guess to them it will look like that, now that we have rings… think they’ll think we went to Vegas for these two weeks?” Dmitri asked, unable to stop himself from laughing as he walked into the kitchen to see what all he had in terms of snacks.
“I’ll take very good care of it,” Mickey promised cradling her hand to her chest and then kissing Dmitri’s cheek. “Thank you, it’s perfect,” she added looking back at the ring before hopping up on his kitchen counter to watch him get snacks. “I am your wife and I take my job very seriously, I will wash your pretty hair and make you burgers on my little cook stove, and we’ll watch the stars and make Cindy Beaumont green with envy,” she said diabolically as she let out a playfully malicious laugh. There was a knock on the door and Mickey hopped off the counter to get it. “I’ll get it,” she said opening the door to find the little old lady that had been looking at her oddly earlier. “Hi, lookin for Dmitri?” she asked turning her head, “Babe your neighbor’s here.”
“Nah, I think I got the clothes!” Dmitri called with a smile as he folded up jeans and placed them in the bag, along with t-shirts, sweatshirts, and an old leather jacket that still fit him. Then came the underwear and the socks and he packed a pair of clean boots, as well as his toiletries and a pair of sweats. Once those things were packed, he found the little wedding ring in the corner of one of his drawers. He bit his lip, sliding it into his pocket before unzipping his backpack. He packed his journal and a few novels, walking out to the living room and nodding at her question. “Yeah, I don’t really have the time to date.” He admitted with a soft chuckle. “She probably thinks you’re my girlfriend… and this probably won’t help.” Dmitri fished the ring out of his pocket and held it out shyly. “It was my mom’s…”
Mickey nodded when Dmitri said he could handle it and she picked out a few movies she hadn’t seen, yet. She walked over to Dmitri when he came out and set the movies aside when Dmitri offered her a small ring. Mickey grinned and felt her stomach flutter excitedly. “It’s beautiful but um are you sure? I can wear my mom’s ring if you wanna keep this one safe,” she said looking at Dmitri but taking the ring to slide on. It fit perfectly and she smiled as she twisted her hand back and forth to get a shine going. It felt right like she was meant to be wearing a ring from Dmitri. “Well aren’t I your girlfriend? You do like to kiss my cheek a lot,” she teased batting her lashes and looking back at the ring. “It’s gorgeous, I love it.”
Dmitri smiled a little, liking how she looked in his place. If she wanted to, she could belong there… maybe when they got back, she’d want to. He turned to close the door, flashing little old Mrs. Floyd a small smile as she peered at them from her door with slightly wide eyes. Well, they would certainly be the talk of the apartment building while he was away. “Well, make yourself comfortable and pick out a few movies yourself. I might have some iced tea in the fridge if you’re thirsty.” Dropping a kiss onto her cheek, he opened his closet and pulling out a backpack, and an extra bag for clothes. The backpack would be for road snacks and DVDs and whatever small things Dmitri decided to bring.
Mickey peeked at the little old woman as Dmitri shut the door and then turned her attention back to the apartment she was in. It felt like home, like a real home. It was simple and warm and cozy. She really did like it there and she smiled as Dmitri kissed her cheek. Mickey had never been one to be really affectionate but with Dmitri she couldn’t seem to get enough of him. She wanted him by her all the time and felt cold when he was gone. She couldn’t explain it and it was a bit frightening but all too thrilling to make her wanna stop. “Okay let’s see what you have,” Mickey said walking up to the movies and peeking around the collection for something good to take with them. She ran her fingers along the spines of the movies before looking over her shoulder at Dmitri. “Do you need help picking out clothes?” she asked. “Was that little old lady your neighbor? The way she looked at you was like she saw dead people, don’t have girls over often huh?” she teased playfully.
Dmitri grinned, crossing over to the other side of the van to join her. “Nah, not really.” Dmitri shrugged, glancing over at her with an arched brow. “I mean, I live alone, so I have space, and it’s a pretty big apartment too for a decent price…” He shrugged again, placing a hand at the small of her back and leading her to the door, unlocking it and ushering her inside. He led her to his room, smiling a little as he unlocked the door and walked inside. “Welcome to my home…” He chuckled quietly, glancing around. It was pretty neutral. Books on the shelf, a tv, a decent looking couch… it wasn’t too fun, but it was cozy.
Mickey smiled as Dmitri’s hand found the small of her back and she started into the building, letting Dmitri lead the way. She looked around the apartment building and then wandered into his apartment to look around. It wasn’t anything like she expected. Her cousins had been so messy and unkempt and Mickey herself was more rough and a mess than she was put together and well kept. But Dmitri’s place was really nice, Mickey almost felt like she was dirtying the place up just by standing there. “Wow,” she said looking around and walking over to the bookshelf. She ran her fingers along the spines and then looked at his movie collection. “I have a little portable dvd player and tv if there are any movies you wanna bring,” she said before turning around to look at Dmitri. “I like it here, it’s nice.”
