Ghost Chats

Mickey Addams || 26 years-old || Psychic The dead don't talk, but they're trying and I'm listeningIndie OC || Multi everything

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Frowning inwardly, Garrett looked towards the Shepherd, as if challenging her to make any nonverbal comment. Daisy had a mind of her own and after a few moments, barked in agreement. Using her front legs, she languidly went to throw them over Mickey’s shoulders, licking a stripe against her cheek. Once her two cents was put into the conversation, she trotted to go settle herself in the dog bed to the left. 

“Maybe no more breaking in and instead I give you a key?” The last thing he wanted was for Mickey to come into his apartment and see something she shouldn’t. Like nude paintings or incredibly embarrassing notes and letters out in the open. Not even realizing how big of a step that seemed to be, the brunet couldn’t help but laugh. “No one appreciates food more than I do. You could make chicken nuggets and I’d probably cry about it,” To him, preparing food was the ultimate compliment and one he could always get behind. “He should be coming within the hour; still partying with his uptight lawyer buddies.” Looking from her to the Shepherd that had now jerked up from being mentioned, he shrugged. “If you got enough for her I think she’d appreciate it.”  Rolling his eyes at the wolf comment, he pretended to huff out exaggeratedly. 

One thing Garrett wasn’t was picky. If Mickey had gone through all this trouble to make them an unforgettable New Years, he was open to nearly anything she brought. Even sparkling juice, pretending it was something else made it even more fun. Nodding his head, his blue eyes gazed down at her as she approached him. Exhaling quietly, he couldn’t help but nod his head. Mickey was right, maybe he should go paint something for himself or just look at cute puppies at a shelter. Grasping her wrist gently, his thumb ran against the back of her hand. “Yeah, I think I should,” a small smile pricked on his lips as he felt her mouth against his face. Watching her turn to tend back to the food, a chuckle escaped him. “They do seem like a rowdy bunch now I think about it.”

Mickey giggled as Daisy barked in what she assumed was agreement and nearly knocked her back when she jumped to put her paws on Mickey’s shoulders. The brunette grunted as she caught herself and made a cute face at the lick. “Thank you,” she laughed softly as she scratched Daisy’s sides and then watched her go to the dog bed.

Mickey began setting the table for three and scooped up Daisy’s food bowl when Garrett said she could have a little of the beef. “Of course I made enough for Daisy,” she said in faux insult, “How dare you she’s part of the family, I think of her as my own flesh and blood,” she added scooping some beef and gravy over her dog food and putting the bowl back down. “Go on and get it, girl,” she urged with a wink before making plates for the men.

“A key huh?” Mickey repeated after awhile of thinking it over. “We that serious?” she joked looking at him with an amused expression. “Give me a key and you might not get rid of me,” she warned absently as she put the plates of food on the table and started pouring the sparkling juice into wine glasses. They were plastic and she got em for a buck each but they still looked the part of fancy wine glasses and that was all that really mattered right? She glanced at Garrett and could tell he was tired so she went over, encouraged him to do something for himself. It was important he not get swallowed up in the world; he deserved his own life, too. Too many of the living got caught up in money, power, greed, and yes even sometimes the dead. Not in the way she was caught up in it but they let the past rule their lives and she didn’t want that for him. When he rubbed the back of her hand she watched him with warm espresso eyes, her dark doe eyes drinking him in with a small smile on her face. “Yeah please do, I can’t save the world and worry about you,” she teased lightly patting his cheek and moving to put the glasses on the table next to the plates.

“Rowdy? They’re depressing, moping, whining, in pain,” she listed off as she turned off everything in the kitchen she had used to cook and started on the dishes before Heath showed up. “It’s like a Lifetime Movie everywhere I go; this father killed that mother, this daughter was killed by that boyfriend, this drug addict ODed,” she shook her head and scrubbed at the dishes. “I’ve been on a serial killer case in Boston, it was ridiculous the things he did to his victims and his radar was all over the place. I saw a thirteen year-old boy and a seventy year-old woman all because of that one guy,” she scoffed and looked at Garrett. “That paintin in the livin room, is it new? Looks real good you should keep it.”

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Dmitri chuckled, looking down at Mickey fondly. She was just so endearing and adorable, how could he possibly say no? Before he could answer, a loud laugh caught him off guard, and he looked over at the elderly gentleman with arched brows, his smile still in place. She rarely begged huh? So she really did want this… she wanted to go on a midnight picnic with him. Dmitri pushed a hand through his hair, looking back at Mickey with that same fond smile on his face. “Of course, I’d love to do that with you.” Dmitri told her with a chuckle. “Why would I ever say no to a picnic with you?”

“Because I’m loud and obnoxious and abnormal,” she teased as she licked her fork of syrup and polished her hot cakes. She looked at Dmitri and smiled at him before leaning over to kiss his cheek with sticky lips. “I look forward to it,” she said with shining eyes. She reached up to brush his hair back and went to sip her coffee, licking her lips and popping a blueberry in her mouth. “What do you want for the picnic? Hot dogs and roasted marshmallows?” she asked arching her brows and looking at Dmitri with inquisitive chocolate eyes. She pulled the fork from her lips and looked at her empty plate as she teased, “My van is kinda lacking in cooking accessories.”

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Perfectly content with the affection she was receiving, Daisy said put, nearly beaming at Mickey. But as soon as Garrett stepped inside she grunted, still displeased that she couldn’t spend more time outside. The dog was too smart for her own good it seemed but eagerly nuzzled her face into the woman’s hands. If Mickey wasn’t with them, he would have stuck his tongue out at the Shepherd. But the dog’s sass wasn’t enough to pull him away from the fact that she was preparing a meal for them. It sure beat takeout and fast food, so much so that he was salivating just thinking about it. 

“Good thinking on your part,” he complimented, peeking at the oven with a childlike curiosity. There was meat in there, but he just didn’t know what kind. Not to mention, he was actually surprised anything inside the kitchen worked since he rarely used any of it. Except for the stove, sometimes he kept it on during the winter time to keep the apartment warm. 

Grinning at Mickey, he couldn’t help but hug her. “You’re the absolute sweetest, you know that?” Who would think that someone who had to deal with his dead mother for the past year would actually want to stick around him? The fact that she cared was enough for both brothers, especially Garrett. Barking at the rejuvenation of attention, Daisy bounced slightly to meet Mickey’s touch, panting heavily. Garrett immediately frowned, rubbing his face before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t even know anymore, I’m lucky I knew today was New Year’s Eve.” Between stresses of work and his own life, things like eating and sleep were starting to take a backseat. Looking at her and the food offered to him, he hesitantly ate it. Nodding his head, he chuckled. “Not bad for something that’s green.”

The drifter tensed at the sudden hug but smiled and lightly, awkwardly, hugged Garrett back. She wasn’t used to such bouts of affection least of all from Garrett. He had always been a bit more stiff of the two brothers but she wouldn’t turn his affections away. She laughed lightly and blinked at him as he pulled back and she knelt to pet Daisy.

“I think your papa has lost his mind,” she teased the Shepard in a cute tone as she kissed the dog’s head and looked up at Garrett. “I should break in more often, I don’t think I’ve ever been hugged for cooking roast before,” she teased as she stood and went about making plates. “Is Heath comin? I made enough for everyone I just wanna know how many places to set at your never used table,” she said absently as she began piling on the meat and potatoes over green beans. “Not much into green food, huh? That uh, yknow, wolf thing or a Garrett thing?” she asked looking him over and licking gravy off her thumb as she set the plates on the table. “Can Daisy have a little roast? It is New Year’s after all, it’s like doggy Christmas,” she teased smiling as she once again reached down to pet the beautiful dog. Mickey really liked dogs and always wanted one but with her constantly on the run to this town and the next she figured it would be unfair for the animal.

Mickey pulled a bottle of champagne from the bags of groceries she got and turned to Garrett. “I wasn’t sure if you guys like champagne so it’s kinda more along the lines of sparking juice,” she said looking at the bottle curiously, “I figured we could pretend if nothing else.” She looked at Garrett and reached up to brush his hair back from his eyes. “Dude take a day or two off, watch a football game, go for a run, do something for you. You can’t live your life for others all the time, you’re gunna fizzle out,” she warned standing on her toes to kiss his temple affectionately. “Trust me I should know,” she went about pouring the sparkling juice. “I live for the dead and there’s nothing needier than the dead.”

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These late night walks Daisy was craving were starting to screw around with Garrett’s schedule. He loved his German Shepherd but nights like these when all she wanted was to sprint around while everyone was shuffling along the streets to see the ball drop, well he didn’t love her as much. After a solid ten minutes of rounding her back into the building and into an elevator, he breathed out an even sigh. Another New Years was coming and going right from under him, not that he cared. This year sucked anyway. Heath might drop by later on which was nice, but the werewolf was looking at another New Years spent alone. Well, alone minus the barking dog still annoyed about being coddled inside so early.

“Hey, I know you’re mad but there’s no way I’m letting you run around down there and getting lost; there’s literally millions outside!” What else could he say? He swore, having a dog was like having a girlfriend, except with lower maintenance. Reaching the door to his apartment, he went fishing for his keys, Daisy eagerly pacing around him to get inside. But what caught him most off guard was the smell of food—extremely good food he’d add—coming from his own home. That certainly wasn’t Heath, he could cook but not like this. Cautiously and curiously, he pushed the door open. 

Daisy didn’t get the memo to be cautious and bolted through the opened door. Barking eagerly, she clamored into the kitchen to face the source. As soon as she did, she stopped causing a ruckus. Skittering across the kitchen tiles, she went to paw at Mickey, obviously aware that she was the one controlling the import and export of something delicious. Confused, Garrett followed suit, popping into the kitchen before starting to laugh. 

“How did you…” he shook off the question almost immediately. Instead, he went to peek over her shoulder. “If this is your idea of breaking and entering, well shit please do this every day.”

Mickey grinned as the German Shepard ran to her and began pawing at her. She loved Garrett’s dog, she was the sweetest dog Mickey had come across in a long time. The brunette leaned down to scratch her hands through Daisy’s fur around her neck and ears before standing to tend to the roast beef. She smiled as Garrett leaned over her to see what she was cooking. She looked at him and then at the door as she shrugged.

“When I break an entering I go bearing things to bribe said tenants from prosecuting,” she teased crinkling her nose lightly at the male. She tested the potatoes and smiled as she added a bit more salt and pepper to the meal before popping it back in the slow cooker. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were having company but I couldn’t have my boys bringing in the new year without me now could I?” she asked looking at him as she went back to petting Daisy. “And I had to see my girl,” she said kissing the dog’s head and rubbing her sides. She kissed the dog’s head and then straightened to look at Garrett. “Dude, you look like shit. You been sleepin okay? Bad dreams or something?” she asked looking him over before walking around to get some dishes for the roast beef and rest of the food. She plucked a green bean from the sauce pan and held it to Garrett, “Here try this.”

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Mickey helped herself into Garrett’s apartment. She knew what rooms were off-limits and what rooms weren’t and she only had one room in mind: the kitchen. She dropped her bag into a chair and brought the groceries into the pristine kitchen, looking around curiously.

“Dude does he ever use this place?” she asked herself before setting about to cook. It was New Year’s Eve and she came back to town to spend it with the man she had come to call her friend. Since helping him find the man who killed his mother, the two had been on pretty good terms. She would call him on her travels and they would talk and she always made it a point to stop on through when she could to check on Garrett and his brother. Sometimes spend the weekend or week with one of them. Tonight was all for Garrett. She put the roast in and made sure to season it and ensure it would remain juicy and tender while she cut up potatoes and carrots to toss in with it.

The kitchen filled with the scent of roasted beef, potatoes, and carrots. She moved about to make some garlic green beans and mashed potatoes. She wanted a small feast for Garrett since, from what she gathered, he only ate well when she was over. She heard the door open and close and playfully called,

“Don’t shoot, it’s just your neighborhood hooligan. Cooking you up something tasty.”

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Roman made a face as he glanced up at Mickey. “No.. I distinctly remember saying that we weren’t going to do anything on Christmas.” His eyes glanced over the girl. “Hand me a slice of that.” he said as he turned over in the bed so that he could sit up. The male stretched, his neck cracking as well as his arms when he did. “What did you get me?”

Mickey flopped onto the bed beside Roman and dropped a slice of pizza in his lap as he stretched. It was her bed so she didn’t mind that the cold pizza wasn’t on a plate. “And I distinctly told you you were full of shit and we were at least having breakfast,” she replied effortlessly as she leaned forward and grabbed a small box from the floor of her van. “It isn’t much but I saw it and thought of you,” she said handing him the box with a silver colored pocket watch inside, a wolf howling at a full moon on the cover and a mother of pearl clock face. She had saved up for three months for something else but when she saw the watch she knew Roman had to have it. “If you don’t like it tell me and I’ll return it and you can forget the whole holiday,” she teased smiling lightly at him.

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[adauntlessangel]

A Very Merry Christmas

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adauntlessangel:

Zoey was a little…surprised by the woman’s sudden idea. In another life she would have scoffed at the idea but for some reason it wasn’t so lost on her. It was as the female continued that the young author’s cold face thawed out. She was unable to stop herself from asking. “You don’t have a kitchen?” Slightly wary to the answer she needed to just know. Zoey wasn’t a nosy person, she just wasn’t understanding the females point of view entirely. 

Mickey sipped her beer and watched the blonde, seeing the look of curiosity slowly begin to cross her features. She didn’t see anything so outlandish by her idea, Mickey had spent many Christmases with strangers either in shelters or in the warmth of their homes. Hell, she met the greatest woman since her own mother on a Christmas she had been planning to spend alone. Mama Moon never let Mickey spend a Christmas in Louisiana alone. Mickey shook her head at the question and grinned crookedly, “Nah, doesn’t fit in the van,” she said looking at her and winking. “I’m a nomad, I live in my van.”

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“So you stole it.” He reapeated after her and then got closer to check better the gun, he mostly worked with his 9mm Beretta, it was like an extension of his arm at this point. “That’s everything i learnt in training when they took me in. Here let me fix it for you.” He held her hand and placed it on the gun, hefted up pointing and shook his head. “Alright one thing at a time. You have to control the gun and really feel it now. Your eyes do the rest of the job, you gotta rely on them.” Mitch pulled the trigger with her finger underneath his, giving a little help and shot the beer can that was higher on a roof.

“When you live on the bottom you can judge me,” Mickey said distractedly as she looked over her gun then let Mitch look it over. “Then call me your protege,” she teased smiling brightly. She tousled her brown hair and then stepped into Mitch as he held up her gun with her hand on it as well. She listened to him closely and nodded lightly and looked up at the roof of her van where the beer cans were lined up. She squinted her eye and looked up at it and felt the weight of the gun in her hand, breathing in time with Mitch’s slow and deep breaths. She took a steadying breath and evened her gaze, hefting the gun where Mitch instructed her too then he fired with her and it went all through her. The recoil shot down her arm and trembled down through her body, releasing every tense muscle she may have had. She blinked at the shot beer can and then she grinned with a breathy sort of laugh. “Holy shit! That’s awesome! No wonder people get hooked on shooting things,” she looked at the gun and sighed, “Holy- wow! Do you get a rush when you fire? It’s like- let me try,” she took a slow breath and stepped away from Mitch before aiming a beer bottle on the bench out by scenic view. She evened her breath and hefted the weapon up, slowly aiming and taking in the weight and feel of her weapon before zeroing in on her target and shooting. “Ah! I did it!”

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REBLOG this if you guys are okay with doing Christmas themed threads AFTER Christmas!

The holidays can be a very stressful time for people - so it’s hard for them to sit down and write about Christmas in RP when they are stressing over it in REAL LIFE. So, just a little reminder that some people still want Christmas threads AFTER Christmas.

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A Very Merry Christmas

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Zoey immediately felt..disgusted and awed. Beer reminded her of college dorm parties, fun but strange times for her. It was as the woman spoke in response that Zoey offered a  luke-warm smile. It wasn’t to be rude or unfriendly, she just was not sure how to approach this. “It’s…A good plot for a Lifetime movie honestly.” Zoey exhaled sharply. “Family canceled, and I have a turkey dinner cut-out from a magazine going to waste.” She scoffed before sipping on her drink. 

Mickey looked at the blonde when she mentioned food and her brows rose. “Y’know there a bunch of kids at the shelter who could use a feast, ever think of inviting some of them? Tis the season and shit,” Mickey shrugged and scratched her neck. “Man if I had a kitchen I’d cook up a storm,” she sighed dreaming of the feast she’d prepare. She licked her lips and smiled at the woman. “Not too late you know, you could always invite some of the day drinkers here for a bite, or your neighbors, or random people on the street. Better than drinking away your holiday all by your lonesome, right?”

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A Very Merry Christmas

Christmas, the best time of the year. At least…that was what some people thought of it. Zoey, on the other hand, found herself alone on this quaint little holiday. Gifts all wrapped, a Christmas feast all prepared. But no one to celebrate it with. Her family canceled last minute, literally a few hours ago. Friends all had other things to do, so there she was in the hotel’s bar, just a few blocks from her apartment. A simple martini in her sights as she was wallowing in a Christmas funk. Her blue eyes seemed to land on another person a few seats from her. In need of some company, she moved with a finer grace given the circumstances. “Is your Holiday racking up to be all it’s supposed to?”

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Mickey found herself exhausted by the time Christmas actually arrived. She was in some city miles from where her family was and had spent the past two weeks donating every dime and second to various charitable organizations. Toy drives, Santa visits, soup kitchens, everything and anything that could use a hand found themselves with Mickey in their ranks. Now she was kicking back and just trying to forget it all with some beer and peanuts. It was all she could afford, really. Mickey looked up when she heard a light voice and found herself in the company of a blonde. The brunette looked her over then gestured for the other to join her. “Sure,” she replied curtly, “No different than any other year since I was seventeen. What about you? You seem blue.”

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“Christmas isn’t just another day of the year, it’s a time to really let our humanity shine and I think that people get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of shopping for the perfect we forget what the real presents are: time, love, compassion,” Mickey rarely got this sentimental about stuff but this was important to her. So many people had loved ones lost around the holidays because of the lack of consideration and the mindlessness of Christmas crowds. People were so hellbent on getting the latest gadget they forgot who the gift was really for or what the gift should mean. “So yeah I mean, I donate my time and cash to charities around the holidays. I got to soup kitchens and cook a billion cookies, fuck I’ve even worn tights and elf ears for orphans. I don’t have much to give but I give what I can- and for the record there totally is a Santa and he left you something.”