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[mouseymilkovich]

Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter Two

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Chapter Summary: A date, a real date. Family spaghetti. Opening up— in more ways than one. All of these things lead up to a decision for Mandy— and we're only just getting started. | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover

Content Tags: Brief Claire mentions, mentions of Mickey having a gun (Milkovich tingz), Mandy opens up a bit to Carmy about growing up, mentions of sh scars on Mandy (not graphic), unprotected sex, Carmy being a big time boob guy yk, pulling out

Important Info: (texting) blue = Carmy, pink = Mandy

Chapter Two: Everything Has Changed

Word Count: 2.3k

Mandy was a little bit astounded about what a gentleman Carmy seemed to be— it was one of the few times in her life a man didn't just have an end goal of getting her into bed. Of course, not that she would've minded getting into bed with Carmy... but that was something to think about later.

Meanwhile, Carmy found that this girl just absolutely flooded his mind, occupied his every thought— any lingering thoughts or feelings surrounding Claire? Gone. Erased.

"So, y'gonna ask 'er out on a proper date, cousin?" Richie asked Carmy with a little sly grin.

Carmy raised his eyebrows at Richie, shrugging a bit. "Who said I even liked her, huh?"

Richie rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Carmen Anthony Berzatto, you honestly think I can't read you like a fuckin' book sometimes?"

Sydney giggled quietly as Carmy's cheeks turned pink. Okay, he'd been caught.

"So I like her! What's the big fuckin' deal?" Carmy grumbled quietly, trying to focus back on what he was doing.

"Is it a crime for me to want you to be happy, huh?" Richie asked, leaning against the counter.

"No. But it's fuckin' suspicious." Carmy muttered in response.

"Is it really that suspicious?" Richie huffed.

Carmy and Sydney both paused, then exchanged a glance before each looking at Richie, then answered in tandem. "Yes."

"Fuck both of you!"

Of course, Carmy did have plans to ask Mandy on a proper date. But he wanted to go about this carefully— he was sure Mandy had her walls built up about as high as he did, if not higher. And last time he had a relationship, in the not-so-distant past, she was such a distraction to him that so many things happened with The Bear that he barely remembered. This was not going to be another Claire-esque incident.

He had to remain focused on one thing at a time, but he also had to put his business first— Mandy was great, but he'd made this mistake before, and it cost him Claire, a shit ton of sleep, and very nearly Richie.

So, after the restaurant closed for the night, Carmy decided he needed to take his opportunity. He'd been texting back and forth with Mandy, spending a couple minutes with her here and there, but not a proper date... yet, that was.

hey um, would it be weird if i asked you to come over on saturday night?

Saturday was perfect— he'd coordinated it with Richie that he didn't need to come in, and the restaurant was closed on Sunday, in case things ran long on the date... for some reason.

not weird at all, i'd like that a lot<3

God, she always had to send those cute little hearts...

Okay, so she agreed. Now all Carmy needed was an official plan— he sort of had one, but he was panicking about what to cook... as if she didn't already enjoy his cooking.

"So? D'ya ask her out?" Richie asked with a sly grin.

Carmy groaned as he and Richie headed out of the restaurant. "Yes. I did. Can you piss off, Rich? Why're you so invested in this anyways?"

"Is it a crime for me to wanna make sure y're treatin' Mandy okay? Jeesh." Richie insisted, he was continuing to play the close friend angle like a fiddle.

"She's comin' over Saturday... kinda nervous." He muttered softly. "I 'unno what to make."

"Spaghetti! Make the family spaghetti, dipshit!" Richie responded quickly, patting Carmy's back.

Carmy gave Richie a puzzled look for a moment.

Richie rolled his eyes. "Spaghetti is simple, it's good, and y're sharin' somethin' special."

Carmy thought for a moment, then nodded a bit. "Sometimes you're smart, cousin."

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The ever anticipated Saturday came too quickly for Carmy, and too slowly for Mandy, both in their eagerness for a real actual date.

Mandy kept mentally scolding herself all week— she should not be actually falling for Carmy... but, who could blame her? The guy was handsome, and he had a dorkish charm about him. Despite the similar appearance, Lip was one of the furthest things from her mind when she was with Carmy.

As she headed to Carmy's apartment, Mandy nervously fiddled with her necklace, her bracelets, smoother out her dress... why was she so nervous? She'd done the whole "date" thing to death. Was it because she actually liked Carmy?

She took a deep breath, then gently knocked on the door of his apartment.

From the other side of the door, Mandy could hear shuffling and Carmy muttering something like "ah shit, son of a bitch—" from the other side. It made her giggle.

He opened the door, greeting her with that awkward yet charming smile. "Um, hey. C'mon in."

Mandy stepped into the apartment, glancing around at the small and... denim covered(?) place. Why the hell did he have so many jeans everywhere?

"I-I know it ain't much—"

"Carmy, need I remind you, south side girl." Mandy laughed softly.

"Right, um, sorry." Carmy laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I made spaghetti, so um, come make yourself comfortable— I don't really have a dining table..."

God, he had such a man apartment. Seriously, what the hell was with all the jeans all over the place?

As Mandy sat on the couch, Carmy brought over two neatly plated things of spaghetti with garlic bread— funny, he wasn't at work, but he was definitely still plating as if he were.

"This looks great, Carm." She smiled softly at him.

"This is the special family recipe, um, Mikey used'ta make it all the time." Carmy muttered softly. "He especially did it when I was a kid and had a rough day at school, cus it was my favourite."

"That's really sweet." Mandy smiled softly. "Whenever I had a bad day at school as a kid, Mickey would just threaten to bring a gun to school the next day."

"Jeesh, your brother sounds, uh, real... intense."

"He means well. It's just the way we grew up, we lived in a really rough part of the south side." Mandy muttered with a little laugh. Finally, she took a bite of spaghetti, and then gasped softly. "Oh my god, this amazing."

Carmy smiled a little. Why did hearing Mandy say his food was good mean more to him than a fucking professional chef saying that? "I'm glad you like it."

"Man, I can't remember the last time I've had a home cooked meal." Mandy muttered softly.

Carmy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's... kinda long and sad." She muttered, noticing the intrigue in Carmy's eyes.

"I got time."

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The night was filled with conversation. Mandy told Carmy bits and pieces about how she grew up, not everything— she couldn't do that, not yet. But she did talk about how she, her brothers, and little sister, Macie, never knew their mom, about her little half sister, Molly. Their dad was an asshole, their neighbourhood was terrible, Lip was sometimes Mandy's escape but he ended up not wanting her around, Mickey got lucky, having Ian around. She and her siblings learned to survive on scraps, frozen or boxed shitty food, fast food, anything they could steal.

Carmy couldn't hardly believe it. Sure, his childhood was rough, it wasn't perfect by any means, but in comparison to everything Mandy told him? God.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out—"

"You didn't." Carmy muttered softly. "Sorry, um... I just... that sounds so... I'm so sorry, Mandy."

His gaze as he looked at her was soft, he'd probably never looked at anybody like that before. Not even Claire. It nearly made Mandy forget the whole reason she was spending this time with Carmy to begin with...

"I almost wished I'd met you earlier..." He muttered softly. "I would've... I dunno, I would've kept ya around..."

Mandy smiled just a little at those words. "You don't know that for sure. Besides, I probably would've terrified you as a teenager."

Carmy laughed a little. "Well, if teen Mandy was anything like the Mandy I know now... yeah, I'm sure I would've been scared... though, maybe I still would've brought you around, piss my mom off or something."

Mandy erupted into a fit of giggles from that. God, if only...

"Well, if teen Carmy was anything like the Carmy I know now, I probably would've been scared... but for a different reason." She laughed, repeating part of what Carmy had said. "Probably because if you'd shown genuine interest in me, I wouldn't know what to do."

Carmy smiled sadly, reaching over and brushing some hair out of her face. "I'm sorry you ever had to feel that way because of anybody else."

They hadn't really realized that the gap between them had slowly gotten smaller— and smaller. Carmy gently cupped Mandy's cheek, almost absentmindedly, his thumb ran along her cheekbone.

"You're really pretty." He mumbled quietly to her. A warmth overtook Carmy's body, maybe it was the close proximity to Mandy, maybe it was his face flushing. Maybe it was the sudden, unbelievably strong urge to kiss her.

┈

The feverish kiss carried on into Carmy's dimly lit bedroom, articles of clothing being discarded and forgotten about alone the way. Carmy practically growled at Mandy's lack of bra.

"God, y're fuckin' beautiful." He murmured, admiring her body in front of him.

Mandy smiled, almost bashfully— sure, she heard that sometimes... but, it felt different coming from Carmy, somehow.

Carmy laid back on his bed, one arm behind his head, smiling at Mandy as he waited for her to join him. As he gazed at her, he noticed the scars all over her thighs— he had a feeling he knew what those might have been from, but he didn't wanna ask. If she wanted to, she'd tell him.

But, he really did think she was beautiful.

She climbed into his bed, straddling his thighs and smirking down at him. "You've got the right idea, huh?"

"I like when a pretty girl rides me, okay? Sue me." Carmy teased with a little grin. Admittedly, being a boob guy, his favourite positions were any where he could watch his girl's tits bounce— he damn near got drunk on that shit.

He was already hard just from looking at her, just from watching the way she moved and hearing her voice. Maybe he was a little pathetic when it came to simping over women.

Mandy spat in her hand, then wrapped it around Carmy's dick and coated him with a mixture of her saliva and his pre. It made his hips twitch, a soft moan falling from his lips.

God, if he was already becoming a mess just from this, what would happen when she actually got down to business?

After she gave him a few more strokes, she positioned herself over him, then slowly sank down, little whimpers and "ah"s escaping her as she was filled by his large cock.

Carmy gripped the bedsheets below him as he felt the warmth of her cunt envelope him, biting his lip. Fuck, she felt good. It almost took every ounce of him not to cum just from that.

Mandy, being a seasoned expert (especially in comparison to Carmy), she took him like a champ. Her hips rocked and bucked, her head tilted back as she moaned out loudly.

"Fuck, Carmy, you feel s'fucking good, mm—" She moaned out while starting to pick up her pace.

Carmy whimpered as Mandy's pace quickened, feeling a familiar heat in his stomach and his cock twitching inside her. "S-Slow down, 'm gonna—"

"Already?" Mandy asked, looking down at Carmy as she started to slow down her movements. "You a fuckin' virgin or something?"

His cheeks turned red at the comment, a bit embarrassed. "N-No, it's just... b-been a while..." He stammered, wondering how pathetic he sounded when he said that. No girl he'd been with before was as intense as Mandy.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." She muttered reassuringly. "Wanna switch positions? Go at your pace?"

"Y-Yeah, okay, o-okay." Carmy nodded.

Mandy climbed off, and rolled over, spreading her thighs so he could slide right back in. As Carmy picked himself up and positioned himself at her core, he internally decided he had to have her there before he even got close. So, right as he pressed his tip at her entrance, his thumb met her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he pushed himself fully in.

"F-Fuck, Carmy!" She moaned out, her back arching. It almost made Carmy get a little cocky— he'd have to show off his true finger skills later.

He deemed himself successful when he felt her walls clenching around his cock, his eyes fluttered a little at the feeling.

"You gonna cum f'me, huh? Y-Yeah, y're gonna cum on my dick?" He panted out, trying to catch his breath to stop himself from just finishing inside her first.

Mandy cried out loudly as her hips arched, cumming around his cock. That pushed Carmy over the edge, ropes of his hot seed landing on her thighs as he pulled out.

Carmy crashed against the mattress beside her, both of them panting. Internally, Carmy was proud of himself for having her done first... even if he came immediately after, but that was besides the point.

After his moment of internal celebration, Carmy put his arms around Mandy, pulling her close to his chest.

"That was really nice... hopefully next time I can go a little longer." He joked.

Mandy giggled softly, looking up at Carmy as she cuddled into him. "It's okay... I thought it was kinda cute."

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As they cuddled, and Carmy fell asleep, Mandy was left for her thoughts for a moment. Everything felt different, he felt different...

Maybe it was time Richie stop paying her.

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[louscartridge]

Ik you haven't posted in a while, but could you do season 1 mandy milkovich jealousy headcanons?

She gets jealous easaliy but also not yk??

She trusts you but not other people

Granted it took a little to fully Trust you. But it happened.

She knows first hand how gross people are

So sometimes she's not directly jealous just mad at the person talking to you

But sometimes you can't be a bit clueless. Not real knowing what counts as flirting anymore u till the person is trying to jump your bones or ask you out

Mandy is rly open with your guys' relationship so if someone has the balls to flirt with you or her, she finds it quite pathetic honestly.

If she sees someone flirting with you or something she won't waste any time in walking over to you

"hey babe" Mandy said to you rapping her arms around your neck. "Hey Mandy" "who's this?" she asks you, blowing her cigarette smoke into your mouth. (which you gladly suck back in)

If someone does anything sexual to you even after you've told them to fuck off, she Wil not hesate to tell micky

Mf mickey frames the bitch

Or. She'll do something right then and there face to face.

Before she fully trusted you, she would overlook everything

Sometimes she has trouble expressing her emotions properly

So it ends up being an argument until you finally understand why she was upset

All in all once she trusts you, all is good for you flirting with someone

However she'll be absolutely torn if you take advantage of her trust.

[cloudy-em]

Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

oneshot idea

set in early seasons (maybe s1 just because I love baby Gallavich)

They haven't hooked up yet

Oblivious! Ian

Pining!Mickey

Mandy is aware of Mickey's huge crush on Ian and is very frustrated that her brother won't do anything about it so she tries to help by giving him suggestions on how to flirt with Ian and show him that he's interested in him

....It doesn't exactly go as planned

"Are you cold?"

"Oh, uh, I guess-"

Mickey practically forces the jacket on Ian, who is bewildered to say the least. Mandy face-palms, groaning

(I haven't started writing it but that's something I might include if I ever do)

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 22

Marty aside, Veronica and Kevin's wedding day was amazing. V and Fiona managed to tie Marty in the bathroom so that they could get married in the Alibi. Everyone was there.

Carol got so emotional. She had held Desna's hand as V and Kev shared their vows. The Gallagers, of course, had been present. Even Frank seemed genuinely happy, and not only because of the alcohol. Ian had invited Mandy Milkovich. They were still pretending to be dating, but the girl seemed to be pretty content with that accommodation. Unfortunately, though, Karen Jackson came, and she liked to be all over Lip for the entire time. But Desna noticed the way Karen observed her every time she got close to the boy.

She wanted her reaction; Desna was well aware. Karen liked to see Desna get jealous and angry as if to make a point. But she didn't want to give that bitch the satisfaction. Lip cared about her; Desna knew that. And it was enough.

"Do you wanna dance?" Lip asked her as the party started. His voice came from behind her. His lips close to her ear.

"Sure," she answered, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dancefloor. And she didn't miss it: Karen's glare from across the room, and Desna's smile in her direction. Then her attention went back to Lip when he had pulled her close.

"You look beautiful," he said in her ear with a smirk.

"I hoped you'd like it," she had answered. Desna had chosen to put on a simple purple satin dress. It was comfortable, but it hugged her body perfectly, and when she tried it on, she had no doubt that it was the dress that she would have worn.

"I didn't see this," he said with his hands on her hips. Desna cocked her head to the side with a playful smirk.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," she said, looking into his eyes. His face was so close that she only had to lean over to close the small space between them.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked. His lips turned up in a grin, and she nodded, liking how his hands guided her body closer to his. "I really want to kiss you," he whispered, making her giggle. She wanted it, too.

"Kiss already," Kev's voice made them turn with wide eyes as Kevin and Vee danced next to them.

"What?" Desna and Lip asked at the same time.

"I've figured it out since we spoke about him," Veronica said, looking at Desna as her arms were around her husband.

"And... I mean..." she muttered, "Is that okay?"

"I don't want you pregnant," Vee warned her.

"And no sex when we are in the house," Kev pleaded, "It is traumatic enough to know that you are having sex, bug."

Desna blushed, "Kev!"

Since that day, her encounters with Lip have been easier to organize. Now Fiona, Vee, and Kev knew what was going on, so it was no longer difficult for them to justify why they wanted to spend time together. Desna has also found herself sleeping at the Gallaghers from time to time, but there had been no sex those times since Carl and Ian slept in Lip's same room.

That was why, that morning, she was in Lip's bed, his arm around her, and his eyes still closed, when she finally woke up. Desna turned towards him, smiling as she observed him sleeping. She caressed his cheek lightly as she studied his features. Lip didn't open his eyes, but his arm pulled her closer.

"Morning," she whispered with a little giggle.

"I was awake," Lip muttered. Desna leaned over to peck his cheek. That made him tiredly smile.

"You better," she answered. "We gotta go to school." Lip groaned, making her giggle again. Then, the sound of the door opening made her turn to look in that direction. Desna frowned when she saw who it was.

"Desna?" the boy that had just entered said.

"Warren," she said slowly sitting up, while Lip groaned.

"Lip," the boy said.

"Warren," Lip muttered, his arm adjusting around Desna's hip. He really didn't want to wake up that morning.

"Where's my paper?" Warren asked.

"Where's my money?" Lip's quick reply made her smile. Then his fingers lightly gripped her hip before he started to get up.

"Okay," he said jumping down the bunk bed, "I wanna see it."

As the boys exited the room, Desna jumped down too. She walked towards her clothes, glancing towards the corridor.

"Thirty-five, right?" Warren asked, making Desna shook her head.

"No, fifty," Lip answered. Then Warren started to say strange sounds, stereotyped sounds that people who didn't speak an Asian language thought Asian languages sounded like.

"Stop speaking fake Korean, Warren," Lip said, "I never said thirty-five. Des, did I say thirty-five?"

"Never heard of thirty-five," she answered.

"See, I've got a witness," Lip said. "I've never said thirty-five. Not for the paper I wrote you last month, not for the paper I wrote you last semester, not for this. All right? It's fifty." When he got back, Lip had brought her a brush, which Desna took with a quick 'thank you' as she started to comb her hair.

"Can you do thirty-six?" Warren asked, but Lip refused.

"Thirty-eight?" Desna and Lip looked at each other before Lip sat on Ian's bed. The girl went to the bathroom to quickly change into her clothes and kept listening to what Lip was saying to Warren.

"Now, the fact here is that you, the one Korean I know, made a deal for fifty bucks for an original essay about The Great Goddamn Gatsby," Lip was saying as Desna went back in the room, laying her shoulder against the doorframe, observing him as he took his shirt off, "Yet, once again, you're trying to lower my agreed-upon price. Okay? So I want you to give me fifty or GFY."

Desna smiled.

"GFY?" Warren asked confused.

"Go fuck yourself," Lip said.

Warren let out a frustrated breath, but finally, he gave Lip his fifty bucks.

"Thank you," Lip said cockily, observing Warren leaving the room. Desna let the boy pass, but her eyes remained on Lip. He smirked at her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Desna crossed the room to stop in front of Lip, who parted his legs so that she could stand between them.

"I told you," she started, putting her hands on his naked shoulders, liking the feeling of his skin under her fingers, "It turns me on when you go all smartass on people." Lip's smirk got wider, as his hands moved to her hips.

"Does it?" He smirked, then moved his hand to the side of her neck, bringing her closer so that their lips could touch. She smiled as they kissed. This situation was becoming rather pleasant. Desna was happy that she and Lip seemed more inclined to spend time with each other, even if it did not involve sex. She liked it.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound made Lip groan as he turned towards where the sound was coming from. Desna took a breath as he stood up to walk to his bed.

“Karen, hey,” she should have known. It seemed like Karen knew when Lip and Desna spent time together. It was becoming more persistent lately.

Lip turned to Desna, who forced herself to smile before starting to put her books back in her bag. “Yeah, sure. No problem,” Lip said. Alright. See you later.”

Silence fell in the room. Desna didn't really want to give Karen Jackson too much thought; she had decided it, and she wanted to keep that promise that she made to herself.

"We-um..." Lip started to speak from behind Desna. "We'll catch up at the school entrance to talk to Oompa."

Desna nodded her head, still not turning to him. "She gave you his contact," she answered simply, "I think it's fair." She heard Lip take a breath, so as she closed her bag, Desna looked at him with a small smile. "What's that face?" she asked, observing his expression. Always thinking, Lip was always thinking.

"Nothing," he shook his head before taking her hand and pulling her closer. She let him guide her until his arms moved around her waist. On his lips appeared a smirk as she moved her hands to lock around his neck, "Where were we?" Desna giggled before his mouth was on hers. She closed her eyes as her fingers went through his locks, to keep him close in the passionate kiss they were sharing. His hands moved from her hips to her ass-cheeks to push her against his body. His fingers grabbed her flesh, and she let out a moan when her phone rang.

"Really?" Lip groaned, making her giggle.

"It's better this way," she said as she took her phone from the front pocket of her jeans, "We have no time."

"I can be quick," she rolled her eyes as she pressed the button to lit up the screen. A frown formed on her face as she saw a message from an unknown number.

Hi. It said.

It had already happened some days before. Probably, someone had just the wrong number, and they kept trying. But why say only 'Hi'. She wondered if she had to write back to tell whoever it was that they were probably searching for someone else. Or they may have figured it out at some point.

"What is it?" Lip asked, observing Desna putting her phone back into her pocket.

"Nothing, wrong number," she said with a smile before taking his hand. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

Desna and Lip made their way to the stairs, and they could already hear the Gallagher family being active and ready for the day. "Lip gave me enough for it yesterday," they heard Fiona's voice, "I picked up a shift and forgot to walk it into the payment center." The oldest Gallagher had Liam in her arms, and she was finishing preparing the lunch for her siblings.

"Everything okay?" Desna asked as she noticed Steve running behind Fiona.

"I just forgot to pay the bill, Des," Fiona said as Steve looked at the money jar with wide eyes.

"Four hundred and thirty bucks?" he asked, "Lip's flushed this month." Desna smiled at Lip as he get past her to go around the counter.

"It's SAT season," Fiona explained.

"He is always flush during SAT season," Debbie explained as she was finishing to get her bag ready.

"SAT?" Steve asked, confused.

"College tests," Ian answered, giving Desna's shoulder a squeeze as he passed behind her.

"He tutors?" Steve asked, but Lip shook his head.

"No, takes," he said with a cocky smile that made Desna chuckle as she fixed Carl's hat.

"Oh, hey!" Ian said to get his older brother's attention. "I got another lead for you." Desna looked at Lip.

"Aren't you fully booked this week?" she asked, and the boy smiled.

"Yeah, I am," he answered before looking at Ian, "Set it up, duche. I'm taking it for someone else today, but there's another session in two weeks." Desna observed Lip with admiration; she knew he was smart, but he always surprised her with how smart he was. She was sure he could have a great future before him. And she hoped he would.

"Don't take the phone today, okay?" Fiona said, "I need it."

"I need it!" Debbie said, making all of them frown.

"For what?" Ian asked.

"Cold calling for babysitting gigs." She explained, "I sound more mature on the phone." Desna smiled fondly at the girl.

"Have you eaten?" Lip asked her as he walked behind her with Liam in his arms.

"Not hungry," Desna answered, "I'll grab something at school."

Finally, Fiona managed to get everyone ready for school, so they left the house to get inside Steve's car. He was a good addition; now they had free rides to school every day and no more waking up early to walk the streets of Chicago in the freezing cold of the morning. His car was big enough for them all to sit inside. Of course, Carl and Debbie would end up on one of their laps, but the ride was quite comfortable.

First, Steve dropped the kids off, and then he drove them to high school. Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when she noticed Karen already waiting for Lip at the school entrance. Lip was sitting in the front, so he didn't notice Desna's reaction, but Ian was sitting next to her, and he caressed her back with an encouraging smile.

Let's do this, Desna said to herself.

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[moonschocolate]

I NEED THESE SPIN-OFFS RN

Frank's past - we got to see how he is right now, so basically a degenerate father who doesn't do nothing, or at least not if there's any money or alcohol involved, but before meeting monica he was so much more than that, and honestly i want to see young frank and then his encounter with monica, and maybe something about his family too becaue we also know about how terrible his mom was to him, and how his dad made him wear dresses because he wanted him to. He did a lot of shitty things, but I still can't say I hate him, he still has some (0.00001% of him) good in him.

Gallavich years later - We've got a lot of Gallavich content (NOT ENOUGH) but what about Gallavich adobting a baby. What about Mickey being an INCREDIBLE father to the baby (not that Ian wouldn't cause we've seen him with Yevgeni but MICKEY??!!? He'd be a great father if he'd care about the baby, he didn't like yevgeni because of the way he was born), and yeah. Just gallavich as 30 y/o men raising a boy. i need this + them when they find out he has a girlfriend like- "we raised you better than that" HWHDHHHQHQAHHSHAHAHAH

Whatever the fuck was up with Mandy - WE. DIDN'T. SEE. HER. ENOUGH. We should've known more about Mandy and that BITCH she "was with". How he treated her. Why he treated her that way. How it affected her. NOTHING. Just some frames of her injured with Ian worrying about her. NADA.

Milkovich past - We get many hints about how shitty Terry was but what about seeing little happy Mickey and Mandy having their mood ruined by Terry. What about how they reacted. If they've never tried to talk back or if they were always silent recieving "what he had to give." Especially Terry r*ping Mandy. (yes I love angst) (yes i want even more reasons to be mad at terry)

Fiona in the future - Where is she? Does she have a boyfriend? Is she married? Has life being going okay? Has anyone been visiting her? is she still talking regularly with V? I know that Emmy left, but it still makes me mad how she was barely mentioned in two whole seasons.

Monica's past - Has she been like that since her teens? What was her relationship with herself being bipolar when she first found out? Was her family shitty like all the people's families in the show? Did she love Frank too? I need answers.

Thank you for listening to my yapping session. :)

[haunted-phantom-student]

I'd like to dedicate this one to @m4ndysk4nkovich for all her thoughts on Mandy, Ian, and Mickey that inspired me to do a rambling introspection/POV Gallivach fic of her and to @callivich for always reblogging my rambling fics in general 😂🥰❤️

[konaiiro]

fic which was drabble that kept growing until i decided enough's enough. anyways i think its good and angsty if you have time for a quick 1705 words.

s2/s3 of Shameless from Mandy's perspective

Looking back, summer of 2012 had been something special. Something was in the air they breathed, in the beer they drank and in the joints they smoked. It was inescapable and ever since the leaves began to yellow later that season, she had craved that feeling like an addict.

Like most cherished things the adolescent euphoria didn’t last forever, as the two of them had started the late May days as wide-eyed teenagers but by October they had begun to grow weathered like the leaves, following their twisted, auburn stems on an inevitable path down, down, down.

[rayrayor]

New chapter up, double the fun as Karma nudges both Lip and Kash . And as always thank you Alice @darthvaders-wife for bringing pieces of my writings to life💕💕💕😁

[shannee10]

**NEW CHAPTER**

Brothers talk. Discoveries are made. Pizzas are assembled. Confessions are told.

Mickey has divulged some pretty serious information, possibly taking their relationship a step further, but Ian's reaction... might just take the cake.

[em-harlsnow]

new fanfic!!

canon divergent season 3 ep 5, when Mickey also yells at Lip for what he said to Mandy, because I rewatched the ep and just needed some protective sibling Mickey.

here's a snippet:

“I was. Until the asshole yelled at me and told me to fucking leave.” Mandy says bitterly.

“He said that?” Her brother asks, eyebrows raised menacingly. 

“Yep. But I’m over it. He’s a prick anyway.” She tries to sound flippant, but is fully aware that Mickey probably sees right through it.

“Yeah, sure.” He rolls his eyes and makes his way to his room. Mandy takes that as the end of their brother-sister bonding and leaves. 

As she walks down the porch steps, the front door opens behind her. 

“What are you doing?” Mandy asks, exasperation coating her voice. 

Mickey closes the door and looks at her smugly. There’s a bat clasped in his fist which she knows belongs to their dad and a cigarette dangling from his lips. 

“None of your business, bitch.” He tells her, walking past and making his way up the street. 

“Don’t kill him!” She calls after him and gets waved off. 

And here's the link:

This is part of a Milkovich family series I'm working on, which will not be chronological and might be canon compliant or divergent, depending on how I feel.

Also - I wrote this really late and didn't get a chance to edit so I'm sorry for errors.

I hope you enjoy!

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[mouseymilkovich]

Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter One

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Fic Summary: Mandy always had one absolute top rule that sat above all else for her line of work — never fall in love with a client. Though when she gets hired to be a companion for chef Carmen Berzatto, that proves to be easier said than done.

Chapter Summary: Richie introducing Carmy to a mysterious girl he claims is a close friend, when in reality, Mandy was hired by Richie to keep Carmy company— what could possibly go wrong? | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover

Content Tags: Claire mentioned a few times, lil bit of drinking, Mandy has a switchblade, anxiety Carmy duh

Important Info: Generally takes place in the time of The Bear S3 and onward (obviously a few years after Shameless atp)

Chapter One: Scar-Crossed Lovers

Word Count: 2.5k

It was early in the morning, Mandy was on one of her days off. She'd just landed back in Chicago the night before, and was checked in at a nice hotel. She checked her business email, as she did even on her off days, and noticed an email from a Richard Jerimovich.

SUBJECT: New Client

Miss Milkovich,

My name is Richie Jerimovich, and I was wondering if you did long-term work in companionship? My friend's been lonely and frankly a little mean since his relationship ended and he stopped smoking. In short, he's been a fucking asshole, pardon my language.

I think you'd be excellent company for him. You seem, for lack of a better term, like a total badass. He needs someone like that, someone who won't take his shit like the big fucking baby he is — pardon my language... again.

Anyways, if you're interested, please get back to me ASAP so we can make our arrangements. I don't want him to know I'm doing this, I want this to seem like it's happening naturally. He'd probably ring my neck if he knew I was hiring someone for him.

Thank you for reading,

Richard Jerimovich

Well, that was certainly... odd. Still, a client was a client, so it was worth checking out. To be fair, she'd done weirder for clients before... so, this was one of the more tame requests she'd gotten... some people were absolute freaks.

Mandy looked into Richie online, he seemed like a legitimate person, so she emailed back.

SUBJECT: RE: New Client

Hi Mr. Jerimovich,

Thank you for reaching out! I'd be glad to meet up with you to discuss further details about being a companion for your friend.

I'm currently staying at the Ritz-Carlton, I would be more than happy to meet at the bar there to discuss over drinks. I'm free this evening around 7pm if you'd like to come then.

Hope to see you then,

Mandy Milkovich

So, the time was set. Richie had agreed to meet Mandy that night, and they discussed the details of the whole thing. The whole "being hired for companionship" thing wasn't a foreign concept to Mandy, she'd done it a few times before, but it like Richie mentioned, he was after something more long-term for this friend of his.

"You seem like a real classy gal, Mandy." Richie commented with a little smile, sipping a whiskey.

"Would you believe I'm from the south side?" Mandy asked with a little laugh.

Richie nearly spit out his drink. "No shit? That's impressive, seein' someone from the south side get to the level you have. Don't see that very often."

"I know!" Mandy laugh. "Usually all you hear about is the bad."

"Very true." Richie laughed softly.

"Especially with my family — christ, extra especially my older brother, Mickey..."

After some more small talk, it was time to make concrete plans for the next day. It was simple; Mandy was to go to The Bear as a "special guest" of Richie's, he'd introduce her to Carmy, she'd hang around for dinner service afterwards.

┈

The morning of, it was go time. Mandy got ready, heading towards the restaurant. The area looked vaguely familiar to her — but, this was the city she grew up in, so almost everything looked vaguely familiar.

Inside the restaurant, Richie was hyping Carmy up to meet the "special guest" in question.

"What kinda special guest are you talkin' about, Rich?" Carmy muttered, prepping for the night's new menu.

"She's a classy gal, an old friend of a friend. You don' know her." Richie said with a casual shrug. "She'll be here any minute to meet'cha, Carm."

"If you're trying to set me up on a blind date, cousin, I swear to fuckin'—"

"Relax, cousin! Not a blind date." Richie replied, tossing his hands up in defense. It wasn't technically a lie.

Mandy was let into the restaurant, wearing a nice but casual dress, heels that would've made her tower over Carmy — though, she was already taller than him.

"Ah! There she is!" Richie said, waving to her from the window that separated the kitchen and dining room. "Mandy!"

The moment Mandy walked into the kitchen and saw Carmy, she practically felt her heart stop. No way.

"What the fuck?" She whispered, eyeing Carmy cautiously.

Richie and Carmy exchanged a glance, then Richie smiled nervously at Mandy.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Is this some... cruel fucking joke or something?" Her words were cold and bitter, something Richie hadn't expected, and it confused the hell out of Carmy.

Neither of them had any idea what she was talking about.

"Hello?! Seriously, what the fuck?! Lip, what the hell kind of shit are you trying to pull, here?!" Mandy demanded, eyes like daggers as she stared at Carmy.

"Um, Lip?" Carmy asked, sounding and looking so genuinely confused. "Who... what are you talking about?"

"Lip Gallagher, I know that fucking face anywhere." She spat back. "You're seriously telling me that you're not him?"

"Mandy Milkovich, meet Carmen Berzatto." Richie intervened, motioning calmy to Carmy. "We've never heard of this 'Lip Gallagher' guy, sweetheart, honest."

Mandy groaned and took out her phone. She dug for a minute, finding an old picture of her and Lip together.

Carmy's eyes widened in surprise when he looked at the picture. "That's... freaky. But, uh, I'm... pretty sure I was in Copenhagen, whenever this was taken."

"Well, this is sufficiently awkward." Richie muttered.

The awkwardness was broken by Sydney, who came with printed out versions of the night's menu and placed them in front of Carmy.

"Here you go, chef." She nodded, then looked at Mandy. "Who's this?"

"Syd, this is Mandy Milkovich. Old friend of a friend, I was introducing her to Carm." Richie muttered, then looked at Sydney for a moment.

"Seriously, am I on fucking Punk'd or something?" Mandy asked, reaching in the front of her dress and pulling something out—

Oh, that's a switchblade.

"Woah, woah! Sweetheart, no need to pull out the weapon, it's okay!" Richie responded quickly, putting himself between Carmy and Mandy. "You're not on an episode of Punk'd. I promise ya, we do not know who this Lip Gallagher guy is."

Mandy eyed Carmy carefully over Richie's shoulder. "What's my little sister's name?"

"Uh... what?" Carmy stammered, peering out from behind Richie like a scared little kid.

"Lip would know the name of my little sister." Mandy stated, eyes narrowed as she studied Carmy.

"Uhm... I... I dunno... uhm... Maxine?" Carmy stammered once more. His expression showed sincerity, he truly did not know the answer.

Mandy sighed, putting her switchblade back in her bra. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry."

"Hey, uh, Syd, come help me with somethin' in the back." Richie muttered to a confused Sydney, then ushered her out of the kitchen quickly.

The tension in the air was palpable once Mandy was alone with Carmy. She eyed him carefully, up and down, studying every angle of him that she possibly could.

"So... this... um, Lip guy... he, uh, really did a number on you up, huh?" Carmy asked, his tone soft yet curious. "Given the way you... reacted."

"You... could say that. Our history is a little... messy." Mandy muttered in response, then sighed. "Okay, a lot messy."

Carmy nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "So... seeing me..."

"A little fucking freaky, yeah." She laughed softly, then took a deep breath. "So you... don't know the Gallaghers... like, at all?"

"The name doesn't ring a bell... if Richie doesn't know them, then I definitely don't. Richie usually knows fuckin' everybody." Carmy shrugged, then scanned the table of food he'd made.

Mandy followed Carmy's eyes as he went over the dishes he'd prepared. She smirked a little bit after a moment. "Yknow, I guess I should've known you aren't Lip. He can't cook to save his fucking life. He can maybe operate a toaster, if he's lucky."

Carmy cracked a smile, then pushed a dish over to Mandy. "Here, taste this. Tell me what you think."

"This looks incredible. You sure you aren't an artist?" Mandy asked with a soft laugh as she took a fork to the plate of prepped food.

"Well, cooking is sort of an art, if you think about it. Presentation is a part of it, if you watch any cooking show, people are always docked points for bad presentation. It's part of the experience—"

Carmy's rambling was cut off by Mandy letting out a delighted moan from the food. His cheeks went a little pink.

"This is amazing." She commented, looking at him with a little smile. "Seriously, like... I think this is better than anything I've ever had before."

Upon Mandy naming a familiar restaurant in New York, Carmy smiled a little — only at the comment of the food being good, not at the awful memories of that place, the memories of David Fields. "I worked there."

Mandy looked surprised, eyeing Carmy curiously. "You worked in New York City?"

"I've been all over. Here, Paris, Copenhagen, California, New York... lot to learn about food, yknow?" He hummed as he carefully inspected one of his dishes closer.

"So... what the hell brought you back to Chicago?" Mandy asked, her interest was piqued beyond just getting to know him for the reason Richie hired her. "You've been so many beautiful places."

"My... brother... um, he..." Carmy trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

Mandy's gaze softened a little as she looked at the way he'd reacted to the question. She knew all too well about the struggles of having brothers... "It's okay if you don't wanna tell me, yknow."

"Well, uh, he... kinda... killed himself." He muttered softly. "And this place used to be The Original Beef of Chicagoland—"

"No shit?! This place used to be The Beef? Your brother was Mikey?" Mandy asked, eyes going a little wide.

Carmy looked surprised, to say the least. "Um... yeah. You knew him?"

"Well, I met him like... once. One time, my brother Mickey went to juvie for a couple months cus he did some property damage at school. When I picked him up, we went to The Beef for lunch— and I'd completely forgotten my wallet." She explained with a little laugh. "And Mickey didn't have shit on him, he just got out of fucking juvie! So I was freaking out... and Mikey said it was on him. He could see we were a little... roughed up. It was really nice of him... I wish I'd gotten to come back before he passed away... I'm really sorry."

"I-It's okay— I mean, it's not okay, but I'm getting better every day... yknow, that one step at a time, day by day, kinda bullshit." Carmy muttered softly.

"I get it... mourning shit is hard." She reassured, gaze softening as her eyes met Carmy's.

He definitely looked like Lip, there was no denying that. But the longer she spent looking at him, the more she took in how different he seemed from her ex. Of course, Mandy knew Lip wasn't a totally bad guy, he wasn't the worst person in the world, she knew worse — but there was something in Carmy's aura and general demeanor that was different. She had to remind herself though, Carmy was a client.

"So, um, did Richie offer you a table for tonight?" Carmy asked, breaking the silence between them.

"He did. I'm really looking forward to what's in store." Mandy smiled softly. "He told me you changed the menu every night... is that... how the hell do you keep up with doing that?"

"Practice. Lots of practice." Carmy responded casually. It seemed like he really knew what he was doing, though on the inside he was an anxiety-ridden mess.

┈

By the time everybody was calling for doors, Richie had Mandy seated at her table. She sat alone, but she was fine with that— she never minded a little alone time once in a while. Besides, it gave her time to think about Carmy a little more.

Meanwhile, Carmy tried to focus on the kitchen. He was doing expo tonight— but it was hard, his mind was now stuck on Mandy. She was... charming, in her own right, if a little intimidating. Something about the whole thing with the switchblade and her sense of self, something about their paths unintentionally crossing in the past without them even knowing it...

"Chef?" Sydney asked, nudging Carmy and snapping him from his thoughts. "You look distracted. Do you need me to take over expo?"

"Huh? No— no, I'm fine, chef, sorry." Carmy muttered softly. "Um, would anybody mind if I served a dish tonight?"

Sydney raised her eyebrow at Carmy. He hadn't done that since the soft open with Claire.

"Are you sure, chef?" She asked carefully, trying to gage his reaction.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." Carmy muttered. "Let me know when her dish is ready, I wanna serve it to her."

"Okay, okay— heard, chef." Sydney nodded, quickly going back to her station.

Mandy's order was up, and Carmy took a deep breath. "Sydney, on expo for a few minutes please."

"Yes, chef." She nodded, switching places with Carmy as he took the plate of food.

Carmy took a deep breath— he wanted to impress Mandy, but not make the same mistakes he made with Claire. Internally, he kept reapeating the same thing, "Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up—"

"Hi, Carmy." Mandy greeted with a little smile when she saw him arrive with her dish. "Didn't know I'd get the pleasure of having my food served by the man himself."

"Oh, um, yeah, I thought it'd be... nice..." Carmy muttered nervously, but forced a little smile.

"You, uh, seem a little nervous there, Carm. Everything okay?" Mandy asked softly as her plate was set before her.

"Last time I served someone a dish personally... things went south." He sighed softly, but smiled a little again at Mandy. "But, um, I hope you enjoy."

"I'm sure I will. I'll hang around after to give you my thoughts." She gave a reassuring smile, it sent a flutter to Carmy's chest— he hadn't felt that in a while.

Once he was back in the kitchen, he went back on expo, dismissing Sydney, determined to not have a repeat of friends and family night. "Thank you, chef."

Thankfully, the rest of the night went more smoothly. Carmy's mini-chat when serving Mandy her entrée somehow calmed him down enough for the rest of service. It was a difference that everybody noticed, especially Richie— his plan was working.

Richie brought Mandy to the back of the restaurant to clear her table, she hung out until everything was closed for the night.

"Um, does anybody mind if I cut out?" Carmy asked.

Richie perked up before anybody else could respond. "Go on, cousin. We got it."

Every single other staff member looked at Richie in absolute shock— what?

But Carmy just smiled at Richie, then grabbed his things from his locker. He went to where Mandy was waiting, by the back exit, and took a deep breath.

"Um, would you... like to... go on a walk... maybe?" Carmy asked bashfully, glancing up at Mandy.

Mandy smiled a little, and nodded. "I'd like that."

As they walked out, Richie silently celebrated— and Sydney looked immensely confused. What in the hell was Richie up to?

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I used to love DVD commentaries that writers used to do for their fanfics on livejournal. Fanlore describes it as “written commentary or gloss that accompanies a given piece of fanfiction. The commentary can be written by the story's author or beta reader, or by another fan.”

There’s so many stories in this fandom that I’d love to know more about. So, I’ve made a list of questions that writers can use to do their own commentary of their fanfics. And I’ve created a side blog to reblog the commentaries and hopefully create a little archive of them.

This is open to all writers! Pick your favourite story you’ve written or your most popular or the one you think deserves some more love! Or ask your followers to suggest their favourite fic of yours!

You can do this as many times as you’d like - there’s no limit to the amount of commentaries you can do. And if you’d like to tag anyone to take part, feel free!

Read all the DVD commentaries so far here!

You don’t have to answer all the questions, feel free to pick and choose or come up with your own questions to ask! You can also just do a stream of consciousness type post about your thoughts and ideas of your story.

You can submit to this blog or tag me @shamelessdvdcommentary and I’ll reblog it.

Which fanfic is your DVD commentary about?

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

What was your favourite scene to write?

How did you come up with the title?

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

Favourite line in the story?

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story?

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this?

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story?

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

Ask your followers to pick a snippet (no more than 500 words) and share your thoughts about it.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?

[mmandymmilkovich]

So I made these layouts of 1955 Zemansky Road for myself, and I figured others might be interested so I cleaned them up a little. Don't focus too much on the scale of rooms/doors/windows.

On the left we have an amalgamation of season 1-3, which stayed decently consistent after season 2's kitchen and laundry extension. On the right is season 3-5. There is a basement as confirmed in season 11, so... more bedrooms down there? I had to make some concessions for window placement but all in all I think this is pretty accurate.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Story idea #3- Gallavich

AU

Either a long one shot or short multi chaptered story

--

Ian ends up finding out that someone wants to kill the Milkovich kids to get revenge on Terry. He doesn't know what to do or how to warn them

So he makes the reckless decision to go to their house night and save them himself

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 11

Canada.

Frank Gallagher was in Canada.

“How’s it possible?” Desna had asked with wide eyes observing V that had just entered the house to inform her.

“Steve apparently,” Veronica had said, taking a breath.

“That’s fucked up,” Desna had said.

Her eyes followed Carl and Debbie as they played in the playgrounds. Since Kevin and Veronica were the only two with passports, they went with Steve to cross the border and bring Frank back to America. It was unbelievable that Steve had taken the man and left him in Canada, but, in all honesty, Desna didn’t feel like blaming him.

The girl looked at the children's play, running around as she was sitting on the swing. She was Carl’s age when she was taken away from her family. Her mother had been a drunk since a young age; she had tried to get sober more than once. Desna had been in and out of foster care for the first years of her life, from what she knew. Her first memories started when her mother had managed to get sober, cooking, playing, and regular stuff… it was during that period that Kev had met Desna and her mother; he was a neighbor, and Desna remembered that she liked to play with Kev even if she could not remember it clearly.

But when she was seven years old, he came into their life.

She remembered him the first time he met her. He was so charming, lovely, and friendly. Everyone in the neighborhood liked him. Desna liked him as well, and finally, she saw her mother happy and serene. And Desna was finally feeling like she could have a normal family, like the one her friends at school had. The day her mother married that man, he promised that he would take care of them, protect them, and that they would have been happy. And they believed it.

But they were wrong.

It didn’t take long for him to show his true face; a violent drug dealer, dangerous and egoistic. He got angry at everything, at anything, and he would beat her mother almost every day. Desna was eight, and he had terrorized her, telling her that if she had told what was happening to anyone, he would have killed them both. It didn’t take long for her mother to relapse. She started to drink again. And the worst part was that she said that she loved him and that he was right. She did nothing to protect herself or her daughter. And once his attention moved to Desna, she did nothing.

What kind of parents let their children suffer? What kind of parents choose themselves over their kids? They could not defend themselves. Parents were supposed to be there to show their children the way, not to keep drinking so that they could forget the struggles of their lives.

Social services saved Desna's life. When Kev knew what had happened, he looked for her and decided to take her in with V.

If Frank Gallagher had left, social services would probably have taken the Gallaghers away. But that could not happen.

She observed Debbie and Carl.

Desna was alone, they weren’t, and no one cared to keep siblings together.

They were stuck: a shit of a father or the perspective to face the future alone, without the people that they relied on the most.

“D,” as she heard Karen’s voice, Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

“You know my name very well, Karen,” she said without turning, “Cut the shit out.”

Karen giggled, sitting on the swing next to her, “Someone is stressed; why don’t you go fuck, Lip?” Then she gasped, “Oh wait, you can’t.”

Desna turned to Karen, “What do you want?”

“Always knew you were the jealous type,” Karen seemed very amused by what was going on, “I bet you can’t even think of how many things Lip and I are doing right now.”

That made Desna scoff.

“It’s not about that,” Desna answered, before turning away, “You wouldn’t understand anyway.”

She could feel Karen’s eyes on her, and she just wished that she would have left soon.

“You think you’re better than me?” Karen challenged.

Desna’s lips showed a smile as her eyes moved back to the girl next to her. “Yeah,” Karen said, seeming taken aback by her words.

“I give a shit about who I care about,” Desna said, “And in return, I want to know where I stand. Sex is fun, but I’m not a whore,” then she stood up, calling for the kids, “Honestly Karen, you two can fuck how much you want, I’m not jealous of you. I’m jealous that you have a space in his life.”

The days went by, Frank was back, and their usual life came back again. She went to school, studied, and went to work. She worked almost every day; she had nothing else to do, so why not earn some more money? She didn’t go to the Gallaghers as much, especially when she knew that Lip was at home. And when they met they didn’t really speak, they avoided look at each other more than they had to. And she missed him, but she was not going to tell him anything. Probably, it was better like that.

“Why do I need to study French?” Ian complained on top of the ladder as he organized the goods on a shelf.

“Culture?” Desna asked teasingly, “Helping a handsome French guy in need?” He glared at her when she passed him a bag of chips.

“It’s easy for you,” he complained, “You’ve got all straight A in French,” then it turned with a frown, “Are you taking Spanish classes as well?”

“Claro que sí,” he gave her another glare, which made her giggle as she passed him another good. "Come on, let me brag a little bit. These are the only classes where I got good grades,” she then said, taking a break. "Since I’ve stopped seeing Lip, even my grades are down.”

“What other things went down?” Ian asked with a teasing smile.

Desna tilted his head, “My patience to deal with smartasses,” Ian chuckled, getting off of the ladder.

“I didn’t think you’d resist this much without seeing each other,” Ian said as he approached another shelf. Desna followed him, taking a breath.

“Yeah, well…” she said, “I’m not planning to see him any time soon,” Ian turned to her, leaning his arm on the ladder, with a frown.

“I admit that I don’t understand Lip and his whole Karen thing. I can see why you broke it off,” He was saying, and her brown moved up in a frown.

“That’s not why I broke it off,” Desna stopped him. Her words took him by surprise.

“Then what happened?”

“I thought he told you,” she answered, confused.

“He told me you left him,” he said, his face grave as he observed her looking away with a scoff.

“Did he mention what he told me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. And when he shook his head, she spoke again, “Lip is very vocal in calling Karen his best friend,” then she shrugged her shoulders, “That’s fine, I don’t care. But when I’ve asked him what am I to him, his answer was ‘a good fuck’,” Ian's eyes widened.

“Exact words?” He asked.

“Yep,” she said bitterly, nodding her head,

“Shit…” he muttered.

Then Desna took a breath. “I knew that he didn’t want a relationship,” she said. "And I knew that he had a thing for Karen, but… I don’t know…”

Ian observed her, “Did you two talk about you’re umm… situationship?”

“Not at first,” she answered honestly, “I mean, after the first time we had sex, we’d started to jump at each other at any moment we could,” they really did. After that night on the couch, they just couldn’t keep their hands on each other, and what started as steamy sex started out of nowhere became real encounters.

“I just wanted to know if he cares about me,” she admitted, “And it hurt me that he does not see anything else in me, if not sex.”

Ian’s hand moved to touch her arm, “I think he’s just an asshole,” he said, making her turn with a frown, “He can say whatever, but he would not be that upset if he didn’t care just a little.”

“Is he upset? Even now?” She asked with wide eyes, and Ian nodded his head. If he was upset, then maybe he cared, even just a little. Perhaps he missed her. And for some reason, she could not stop the smile on her face, “Am I a bitch if it feels good to know?”

Ian chuckled, “No,” and that made her laugh.

As they were laughing, the shop's door opened, making the two of them turn. Desna looked at Ian when she noticed Mandy Milkovich stepping into the shop.

“She is here for you,” Desna muttered. Ian shoved her a little.

Mandy was Mikey’s sister, and she was in the same grade as Ian and Desna. History class together. Lately, she has started to give Ian lots of attention, trying to talk to him every time she can. Desna had told Ian about her thoughts, but he usually dismissed her, saying that she was imagining things.

“I’m telling you, man, she is here to flirt with you,” she said, her eyes on Mandy, who was looking around.

“She is here to shop,” Ian said firmly.

“Of course she is; you’re a snack,” at her answer, he glared at her, and that made her giggle.

“Ian!” Mandy greeted him as she walked closer.

“I’mma go,” Desna said. She felt Ian's hand try to grab her, but she dodged him. She had noticed how Mandy seemed not to like when Desna talked to Ian, and for how much she loved him, she really didn’t want any more troubles with any Milkovich. She waved at Ian as she exited the shop, feeling a little bad and a little amused by how he was looking at her.

Desna was walking back home, her mind thinking about its favorite subject once again. Lip apparently was upset for some reason, and a part of her felt great about it. Maybe he really missed her, perhaps he really cared, but the other part of her told her that it was sex that he missed, only that, end, her joy started to die down a little.

“Hello,” Iggy Milkovich's voice made her stop. He was standing in front of her, observing her body with that gaze that really made her feel uneasy.

“What do you want?” she asked, unconsciously taking a step back when he approached. A viscous smirk was on his lips.

“You know what I want,” he said, moving his hand, but as his fingers touched her face, she slapped his hand away.

“I told you not to touch me!” She exclaimed, and he raided his hands with a low chuckle.

“No worries,” he said. I’m not going to do anything that you won’t agree to do.”

Her eyes studied his movements in case of any possible action from him, “That’ll never happen,” she stated firmly, but that chuckle left his lips again as he leaned forward.

“Don’t worry, you will,” he said.

“Why would I do that?” she asked in a shaky voice. She didn’t like his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat when he moved to speak into her ear.

“You’ll see,” those words suddenly made her feel cold and unable to move. Iggy looked at her one more time before walking past her.

He was starting to terrorize her. She didn’t like his eyes; there was only lust in them. He wanted to have her again, and she cursed herself for having put herself in that situation. She did exactly what she should have to avoid. As she felt him far from her, she let out a shaky breath. He was not going to hurt her. He couldn’t. She tried to convince herself that Iggy Milkovich would not have touched her, but her hands started shaking again.

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