Sometimes when Father was away and Sasuke had a nightmare, she let him sleep in the big bed, but this time she said no. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her question blurred with sleep. Father was out of town on some important Hokage business, so he didn’t have to worry about getting caught. Sasuke woke her in the middle of the night with a silent tug on her nightgown sleeve. He also knew that his mother was the safest place in the whole, wide world (a small world, actually, but he didn’t understand that yet). Even as a little boy, Sasuke knew that much. He’d only seen rain, never lightning, and the bright, branching flashes outside his window terrified him. When Sasuke was four years old, a thunderstorm hit Konoha. I hope you enjoyed this sneak peak of my Gallavich Season 1 canon-divergent fic, If You Have a Problem! My first draft is almost done, so fingers crossed I’ll be able to start posting soon <3 Mickey leaves the rest of the gum behind, says, “Keep the change,” and walks out smiling. It bounces right at Ian, who barely catches it before it goes over the edge. Mickey pulls all the money out of his coat pocket-a few folded twenties and about two dollars’ worth of coins-and picks out a dime to throw on the counter. I only ate one, so I owe you seven cents-that’s rounding up, so I’m being real generous here.” Mickey chews the gum with his mouth open, as loudly and obnoxiously as he can. ![]() Cinnamon burns his tongue, but it’s a good heat. He rips open the Big Red packet, unwraps the foil around a slice, and pops it in his mouth. “I’d also have to be a fucking loser who plays board games,” Mickey says. “Course, you’d have to be able to spell it.” “Look at that, Mickey Milkovich knows the word ‘propaganda.’ That’s like sixteen points in Scrabble before bonuses.” Ian scrunches up his nose. “Washed it down with some Kool-Aid, I bet.” “Look at that, Ian Gallagher’s swallowed the military propaganda whole.” Mickey mimes knocking back a shot. Police are supposed to protect civilians inside our borders, but they usually go after the people who need the most help.” The Army protects us from foreign threats. Ian blushes like gingers always do, pink rushing to fill the white spaces between his freckles. ROTC.” Mickey picks up a packet of Big Red and turns it between his fingers. “Guess you’re too good for the police academy, Mr. “Couldn’t pay me a million bucks to be a pig.” ![]() He makes himself laugh and ask, “What, you a vice cop now? Officer Gallagher gonna get me to incriminate myself?” Mickey looks down so Ian won’t see the truth all over his face. “Why don’t you educate me.”įuck, he’s hot when he smirks like that, all snarky and lopsided. Mickey swipes his wrist over his mouth to erase his smile. ![]() “You ever go home, asswipe? Every time I come in here, you’re stocking shelves or brown-nosing customers or doing some other dumb shit.” ![]() “Sure, you aren’t.” Mickey plants his elbows on the counter. He picks up a can of barbecue Pringles, puts it back. Ian works late shifts on Fridays, so he’s the one at the register when Mickey swings by at quarter to midnight. Lewandowski should send Kash a thank you card that old polack has been trying to run Mickey out of his corner store for the last five years. Mickey makes the Kash and Grab his go-to shoplifting spot.
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