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shamelessly4shameless-blog · 6 years

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Kitty Cartoons.

Part of the ‘Here Kitty, Kitty’ challenge over on AO3 a Gallavich story involving a cat. Fun and fluffy and set in season 1. Thanks for reading :) xx

The street was fairly quiet. Summer had one of two effects on the residents of Chicago’s South Side, it either made them loud and raucous, like a mob on the verge of total mayhem with parties raging into the small hours and out the other side, undiminished in their ferocity. Or, on days like today, people were slow and quiet, subdued by the heat and the light which managed to creep and stray into every crevice.

Only the most diligent people would work today and Debbie Gallagher was nothing if not diligent. She had dragged her deck chair out to the front of the house, poured herself a pitcher of water and set up her rickety easel on the cracked paving slabs. She set out her example pieces and hung up her price list.

She did better trade when the adults of the neighbourhood had been drinking, they were more likely to egg each other on and commission several pieces at once. Still, she persisted and worked on her tan during the long wait between customers … well … not really worked on it, more like worked on trying not to burn too much. She applied sun-cream every hour and set her egg timer to make sure she didn’t forget. It was as she was reapplying cream to the back of her legs that a shadow fell over her and Debbie glanced up startled.

“What the fuck is this?”

Debbie blinked up at the trio of teenage boys and swallowed heavily. She hadn’t heard them coming but rumour was that when the Milkovich’s meant business, you never did. All three were wearing grubby shorts and tank tops, but the steel toes of their boots were just as formidable in the sun as in snow.

“This is my new professional venture, it operates on Friday, Saturday – that’s today…”

Debbie tried a smile but did not receive one in return. The shortest Milkovich drew heavily on the last dregs of a cigarette before flicking the butt over his shoulder in a shower of sparks. Debbie cleared her throat nervously and pressed on.

“…and, um, Wednesday.”

The two bigger boys looked bored of her already but the other one who had asked the question, whose name she thought might be Ricky or Mitch, or something like that, was looking at her with something close to amusement.

“Professional venture, huh? You sellin’ lemonade?”

“Not today. That is available Monday, Tuesday, and most Sundays.”

Debbie bit the inside of her cheeks as one of the older brother’s reached past her to pick up one of the samples.

“Um … if you are interested, my business is called ‘Kitty Cartoons’ I can draw anyone as a kitty… a cat.”

Debbie amended hastily as the boy holding the drawing frowned.

“Mickey, this is bullshit. It’s our turf. This fuckin’ kid is making it look like a playground.”

“It’s public property!”

Debbie shot back and then took a step backwards as the huge mountain of unwashed teen-boy lowered the picture and glared at her directly.

“So?”

“So I can trade here too.”

Mickey discretely placed himself between Joey and the little redhead. He had no problem with telling the Gallagher kid to fuck off, maybe even tipping the stand over if it seemed appropriate, but there was no need to scare her. Joey always went straight to physical intimidation; it was, in Mickey’s opinion, why he couldn’t get shit done properly. Smack heads, drunks, or women beaters – sure. You get up in those guys faces straight away and show ‘em who’s boss. But other people required more subtlety. Besides it wasn’t like they were actually going to rough up a kid, especially a girl.

“Ay! I ain’t decided if you can trade here or not, little orphan Annie.”

“Original.”

Debbie dead-panned and Mickey decided he liked at least two Gallagher’s. He smirked at her and glanced at the house, licking his lip absently

“Your brother’s home?”

“Yes. My Dad too …”

Mickey looked back down at Debbie and his smile took her by surprise

“Frank’s a useless shit, kid. Better off learning to use your own fists than ever relying on him.”

Debbie let out the breath she had been holding and squared her shoulders.

“I don’t need to! Your reputation would suffer if people knew you beat up a little girl in the street for selling cartoons. Hmm?”

Mickey’s smile, already prettier than Debbie had expected, blossomed into a beautiful grin and despite her heart pounding in her chest, she smiled back at him. It was impossible not to. Mickey was about to say something when the front door flew open and Lip and Ian burst onto the front porch. Lip was holding the bat at his shoulder and he took the steps in one jump, though when he spoke, his voice was cheerful enough

“Hey Mickey! Joey, Tony. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good. Too hot though.”

Lip nodded as if the small talk was all in neighbourly fun.

“Yeah, yeah. So what’s up?”

Mickey shrugged, his gaze flicking between Lip and Ian, lingering on Ian for just as long as he dared. He was shirtless and his hair was damp, like he’d just got out of the shower. Mickey took a deep breath and flexed his biceps a little, drawing himself up to his full height, so that he was just a smidge taller than Ian.

“Nothin’. Just explaining to … what’s your name?”

“Debbie.”

“Right, Debbie, that this is our turf. As a rule we don’t like other businesses on it.”

“It’s a cartoon stand run by a little kid, Mickey.”

Ian said, frowning as he stepped up beside Lip, though his hand came to rest on the bat, urging it down and well away from Mickey’s face.

“Yeah and I see that, but my Dad sent us over to have a look cause he heard it was somethin’ else.”

“It’s not.”

Ian retorted flatly and Mickey licked his lip again, squinting down the street as if looking for something on the horizon. He didn’t understand why, and maybe it was just because Gallagher made his balls fizz like a crazy fucked up cola can, but he didn’t like the thought of displeasing Ian. It was the only reason he had bothered to get out of bed and traipse the few blocks over to the Gallagher house with Tony and Joey. The whole thing really shouldn’t have been his problem but he didn’t want shit going down that didn’t have to because a fall out with the Gallagher clan would mean a fall out with Ian and Mickey liked what they had going on. Whatever the fuck it was.

“I could do you a free drawing?”

“What?”

Mickey had pretty much forgotten Debbie was there and he looked down now with a scowl.

“I have black and blue pencils so your hair and eyes will be fine and I could do your tattoos on the kitty’s paws so it’s more tailored to your unique style.”

Joey snorted and Tony made a noise that could have been a sign of amusement or a phlegmy throat but it was Ian who Mickey found himself looking at again. His eyes had taken on that particular shine they got when he was hoping things would play out a certain way… normally Mickey only saw that look when he stomped into the Kash’n’Grab and Ian looked up eagerly, like Mickey was actually important or some shit. It was like a blend of excitement and hope that Mickey was there for him, which he always fuckin’ was, and seeing that look was one of the best parts of Mickey’s day.

Despite the fact that he was on a job for his dad.

Despite the fact that his brother’s and that asshole, Lip were stood there.

Despite the fact that it was the middle of the day in the middle of the street, Mickey felt himself softening and suddenly the thought of a little girl drawing a kitty version of him as payment for setting up on Milkovich turf seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

“Fine. But it better look badass.”

Debbie grabbed her pad and colouring pencils and pointed to the deck chair.

“Sit, please.”

Mickey lowered himself down, tongue firmly set in his cheek and Debbie held up a pencil and squinted through one eye at him.

“What would you say a cat’s best qualities are?”

“What?”

Mickey’s brows knitted together and he spread his hands in an exasperated gesture

“I don’t know. They’re sneaky and shit. They can see in the dark, which is cool I guess.”

“Actually, that’s a myth, although their vision is ...”

Lip trailed off as blue eyes narrowed in his direction, then rolled lazily in the direction of the older Milkovich’s, who both moved ever so slightly closer. Lip shoved a smoke between his lips and stayed quiet about the attributes and capabilities of cats.

His point proven, Mickey turned his attention back to Debbie who was carefully sketching an outline

“How much do you sell these for?”

“A dollar.”

“How much you made so far?”

“Thirty three dollars.”

Mickey nodded and rubbed a finger down the bridge of his nose.

“Fine, that don’t seem to be much of a problem to me. You done?”

“I need to do the paws…”

“Well hurry it up, I got shit to do.”

“Hey!”

Ian cocked his head to the side and gave Mickey a sharp look which Mickey mostly ignored but when Debbie presented him with the drawing, he gave Ian a cursory side-eye after thanking her to be sure his appreciation had been sincere enough. A small smile and a nod confirmed that it had been.

The cartoon was actually pretty good. Cat-Mickey was lean, scrappy looking thing, scowling from large blue eyes, a cigarette poking out between neat little fangs and distinct lettering across its white paws.

Joey and Tony realised that whatever promise of a fight had hung in the air when the Gallagher boys came out had disappeared into the hazy heat of the day, along with any chance of trashing the kids stall. If Mickey was satisfied, and the chaos was cancelled, they were going home.

“We’re leaving.”

Joey grunted and Mickey waved him off without looking up.

“You good?”

Lip had been observing the play by play of events and whatever was going on between Ian and Mickey Milkovich was clearly nothing he wanted any part of. Weirdly his little brother seemed to be the one in control of the situation and although it was disappointing not to be able to crack Mickey with the bat; it was also probably for the best.

“Yeah, thanks. Debs, you want to take a break? I’ll call you if you get a customer.”

Ian ruffled his sister’s hair as she bounded past him, following Lip up the steps into their home.

“See ya, Mickey!”

Debbie called and disappeared inside, leaving Mickey and Ian on opposite sides of the thin mesh fence. Mickey turned the cartoon so Ian could see it and grinned at the redheads smiling reaction.

“You’d make a good cat.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’d pet you.”

“Fuck off.”

Mickey smeared away the goofy smile with the pad of his thumb and folded the picture, stuffing it in his shorts pocket.

“Am I seeing you later?”

He asked, hoping that there was no desperation in his voice.

“Sure. Three? Usual place?”

“Yep. See ya.”

Mickey turned on his heel and began to walk down the street when Ian called after him. Ordinarily he would have kept walking and let Gallagher wear his throat out yelling or come running if he had something to say. But Mickey was never too sure about what sort of stupid shit might come out of Gallagher’s mouth so he turned around and walked back.

“What?”

Ian knew better than to lay hands on Mickey, but he fixed him with a look that blew the older boys pupils wide in an expression that Ian knew all too well but disregarded for the moment.

“Mickey, you ever come after my little sister again, I’ll kick your ass.”

Whatever he had been expecting it wasn’t a threat and Mickey shifted his feet uneasily as his body stirred.

“Bitch, you wish!”

He managed once the blood began to flow back toward his brain, but it was a feeble quip and had no real heat to it. A drunk lady swayed around the corner, her arm around a friend who was equally intoxicated.

“See you at three, Mickey.”

Ian let the expression on his face soften and gave Mickey a lopsided grin, before turning and hurrying up the steps to get Debbie.

#shameless #Shameless US #mickey milkovich #Ian Gallagher #ian x mickey #season 1 Shameless #Cute #Here kitty kitty

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kheprrison-arts · 6 years

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Paradise

Chapters/Parts: 1/? Summary: Shaundre, never having the time to spend with his wife, is drug into a situation beyond his control. A/N: I… didn’t mean to accidentally start another fic. I stg I’m going to be the death of myself. But at least this will give another point of view on the perception of Tailnrr and it’s problems.

I let out a short growl, a rumbling rising from my throat, when the light turned on, causing my eyes to sting.

“Oh hush,” I heard my wife at the door, “I need to get ready for work.”

I slowly sat up from my spot in bed and turned to her while she turned to face me, buttoning up her uniform. “I didn’t think you’d be working today,” I said with a yawn.

She sighed, a sullen look on her face. “I got a call from my boss this morning, apparently something crazy happened. I’ll give you the details when I get back.”

“I’ll have to replan the whole week,” I said, getting out of bed and walking towards her. We planned the whole week knowing she didn’t have any work.

“Oh, Shaundre,” she smiled, grabbing my arms lightly, “we could always spare a day.”

“That’s true,” I sighed. “I was just hoping we’d go out tonight.”

“How about tomorrow?” She put on a mock frown, “We could always do it tomorrow.”

I huffed, smiling, “We could try.”

“Good,” she stood on her toes and pecked my lips before walking out the door. “See you tonight!” A minute later I heard the front door close and with a tired groan I sat down on the bed when I heard my wife’s car start and back out of the driveway.

I fell backwards into the bed, letting out a louder groan. Every time Kris and I have something planned it’s ruined by her job.

Like I get it, it’s a job that makes her somewhat happy, especially with herself. I just wish that sometimes it wasn’t so inconvenient. And it’s not the first time she would agree with me as she’s mentioned it a bit as well.

“You alright?” I heard at the door. I mentally facepalmed, having forgotten my son had graduated a few months back and wouldn’t be at school at this time

“Yeah,” I sighed, sitting up.

“You don’t seem alright,” he pointed out, walking into the room from where he stood and sat next to me. “Where’s Mom?”

“She left for work again.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Why I’m so upset, I don’t ever seem to get enough time to spend with her.”

“I’m sure she won’t be busy tomorrow,” he said.

“We won’t know till tomorrow morning.”

“Well let’s hope she won’t,” He stood and walked towards the door. “Now get ready. You need to drive me to work.”

I snorted, standing, “Drive yourself to work.”

“Your car scares me.”

I growled, scribbling down my notes next to a sketch I made in attempt of replicating a microorganism I had been researching for the past few months. I just couldn’t understand how my partner found this thing.

Snorting, I sat back in my chair, leaning my head back to look at the ceiling, seeing my own reflection in the metal tiles.

I need a haircut.

An annoying buzzing noise started, causing me to sit back up and look around. Where is that? What is that? I found my phone on the table, vibrating with the screen lit up.

“Ah, f-sh-u—” I caught my phone before it fell off the table, I would’ve cried if it fell on the floor and broke. I don’t need that happening right now. “Hello,” I spoke, having raised my phone to my ear.

“Shaundre, I…” Kris’s voice came through. The catch in her voice startled me slightly.

“Kris… what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve… I’ve ever seen s-something this bad,” she said, how muffled her voice was I could tell she had held her hand in front of her mouth like she does when she starts to cry. “I… I don’t understand how people can do this. Or what could do this.”

“Where are you, Kris?”

“S-south of Aergele, on… on the main road.”

“I’m on my way,” I said with a frown, turning off my phone and shoving it in my pocket. I took out the petri dish and set it back in its former place before standing and quickly leaving up the stairs. Turning off all the lights in the house I grabbed my keys from the coffee table and left through the front door.

I unlocked the car as I walked up to it, having parked it in the driveway instead of in the garage like I usually do. I had a gut feeling earlier that I’d have to go somewhere sooner or later after having picked my son up from work.

I just hoped everything is okay. Kris almost never gets broken up like this.

Closing the door and starting the car, I pulled out of the driveway and drove towards where Kris wanted me. The whole drive there I just hoped she was okay. But an aching deep in my chest told me that she wasn’t. Something told me that everything is about to go downhill from here.

I noticed Vaemyth had finally come close to setting, while Apyth had already sunk below the horizon, so I turned my headlights on and sucked in a deep breath as the sky grew dark. I didn’t let it go as I drive over the bumpy gravel of the outer cities. We had been staying in the Krescent region’s main city only for a few weeks with a couple friends for Kris’s work. I’m surprised Aergele, the main city, had allowed our vehicles as most vehicles are prohibited in the city’s walls unless for shipping purposes of trading with other cities and regions and whatnot.

I slowed to a stop, letting out my breath as the car’s headlights shone on the scene that seemed to mortify my wife. I set the car to park and leaned over towards the passenger seat to open the compartment in front of the seat. Grabbing my glasses, I closed the compartment and leaned back, putting them on and opening my door.

I close the door and walked over to the scene. I stopped at the yellow tape that forbade me to go any further. They’ve been out here all day with a rotten, eaten up corpse. This is their case? This is the mortifying scene they’ve found? This is the krescent region, a dragon could’ve done this!

But I didn’t say anything. Because another part of me told me I was being a foolish. You were a detective, Shaundre, get you head together and figure it out. They wouldn’t be freaking out like this if a dragon done this.

“Shaundre,” Kris said, turning around. She had been standing with other officers, and when she said my name I walked over to her. Her eyes still red and puffy from crying, I’m just glad she got some help from her teammates.

“How are you, Kris?” I asked, lightly grabbing her arms and pulling her in for a hug.

“I… I don’t understand who could do this. Or… or what!”

“Our only option was to call our best detective,” the sheriff spoke. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him and his cheeky ass.

“I’m not a detective anymore, Sir,” I responded with a short glare before looking back at the body. “You could’ve called someone else more qualified.”

“But you are! That’s why you’re here!” He said. Kris let go of me when he stepped forward to rest a hand on my shoulder. “We need you here to figure this out… no one but a monster could do this. And that’s why we’re here. If you can find out our source…” he sighed, “… if you can find the source of this then you’re back in the game, alright?”

“I don’t want back in the game, Sir,” I frowned, a rumbling rising in my throat.

“Of course,” he nodded slowly, “How ‘bout a reward?” He asked. “A big fat reward. Lots of money and food!”

I thought about it. Kris put her hand on my other shoulder, her touch so light compared to the sheriff I almost didn’t notice it was there. I looked at her, her crystal eyes staring at me pleadingly. I had to do it for her.

I sighed. “Fine I… I guess you had me at food.”

“Great!” He chuckled and pat me on the back, causing me to cough slightly from all the air in my lungs that had just been forced out of me.

This is going to be fun.

#My fic #my ocs #Shaundre #Kristine

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