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me: *holding baby in my arms*

bot: “.. pins your wrists to your sides”

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | you know how to ball, i know picasso

plot: bored out of your mind while watching your boyfriend and his buddies golf, you decide find a way to entertain yourself. even if that includes some harmless vandalism.

title is inspired by taylor swift’s ‘so high school’

click here for the link ! hope u enjoy 🤍

author notes: long time no see !! i’ve been a bit unmotivated to write lately but with finals over i managed to get my spark back 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

also lipsberzatto -> jawscig hehe

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | sweet nothing.

plot: you cherished the little family you’ve built, the life you often times feel to undeserving to live. beautiful children, a beautiful home.. there’s nothing better. but being wrapped up in the arms of the man who helped you have it all might just be the very best.

in other words, an intimate morning of much needed alone time before your kiddos wake up.

title comes from taylor swift’s ’sweet nothing’

definitely did not originally write this for myself as a guilty pleasure… 🙃

click here for the link ! hope u enjoy 🤍

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | karma is a cat.

plot: it’s been a long day at the bear, and well, carmen’s over it. all he wants, all he craves, is to be in the comfort of his crappy apartment, in the arms of his lover. in the midst of a much needed break, however, he finds something that throws off his plans.. just a little. or well, maybe it finds him.

song title comes from taylor swift’s ‘karma’

click here for the link ! hope u enjoy 🤍

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | the way i loved you.

plot: you’re in a new relationship following your split from lip. it’s stable and comfortable, everything you thought you wanted. but his name still lingers in your mind, his touch on your skin. you can only live off of memories for so long, until the need for the thrill overpowers it all. because as toxic and crazy as it might’ve been, you can’t deny it was love. that was the way you loved him.

song title/inspiration comes from taylor swift’s ’the way i loved you’ + a few s7 gallavich quotes 🤭

click here for the link ! hope u enjoy 🤍

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | mr. perfectly fine… or not.

plot: saying the breakup was hard on you would be a generous understatement. but what made it even worse was the fact that lip didn’t even seemed phased by it, as if he’d never even heard your name. but little do you know, he’s in the same boat as you, maybe even sinking just a little deeper. as he tries to get you back, tries to make things right, you can’t help but wonder, is he mr. too late?

song title/inspiration comes from taylor swift’s ‘mr. perfectly fine’

here’s the link ! hope u enjoy 🤍

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | how could you pull the plug and make me flatline?

plot: with carmen’s busy schedule, you found yourself falling lower and lower on his list of priorities. by the time he’s realized what he’s done, you’ve already given up. but he hasn’t. the choice is yours — do you pull the plug, or revive it all?

song title/inspiration from justin bieber’s ‘flatline’

click here for the link ! hope u enjoy 🤍

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | you know i left a part of me back in new york.

during one of my most recent shameless rewatches, i remembered lip mentioned being on a little league team.. which inspired me to write this ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

plot: you’re the only girl on your new school’s baseball team. your teammates aren’t too welcoming.. all except for one <3

title comes from taylor swift’s ‘hoax’.

click here for the link ! hope u enjoy 🤍

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part two of me yapping my head off 🥲 @ c.ai let me speak !!! i hella rushed too and it was still too much </3

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richie jerimovich core

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⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ | your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to saturn.

hi ! i wrote this as a bot for c.ai, but unfortunately it was too long :( i’m proud of how it turned out, though, so i figured i’d share it here ! reblogs are deeply appreciated & i hope whoever reads this, enjoys it ! 🤍

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gentle. it wasn’t a word he was particularly used to.

lip didn’t come from a gentle home. he wasn’t read bedtime stories or cuddled to sleep. he didn’t have a mom who kissed his all boo-boos away or a dad who taught him how to throw a ball.

no, he didn’t have gentle parents. instead he had a frank, and he a monica. selfish parents, who catered to their own needs, their own desires, over the wellbeing of their children. a mom who ran out on her kids, choosing to not get the help she needed, but rather the high she craved. and a father who drank. and drank and drank. a father who maybe was there physically, but never emotionally. only needed his children when it benefited him somehow. whichever kid could make him the most money or get him the most alcohol or drugs would become his favorite for the day.

lip was used to abandonment, doing everything on his own and relying on no one. they all were, all the gallaghers. they had to, because well, what else was there? fiona was the closest any of them had to a mom, really, and maybe he was the closest they’d have to a dad, even if he didn’t think of it that way. they were his siblings, and they deserved better than what they were given.

maybe he did too, even if he didn’t think of it that way.

he sort of kept this same mentality in his love life. it was so deep rooted, it was all he knew. he didn’t do relationships, or anything long term. hookups, one night stands, y’know, no strings attached. it was comfortable, the lack of attachment. it was familiar.

oh, but then you came around, somehow weaseled your way through his cracks, under his skin, and showed him that maybe, just maybe, he could have it all. he could have.. gentle.

you’d met at a frat party a few months ago, a party neither of you should have been at, not with finals the next morning. but you were with your sorority girls, and well, lip needed to get laid. and what easier way to do so than to find a pretty girl, sweet talk her for a bit, then take her to bed? but when he bumped into you at the spiked punch bowl, it was as if a switch had been flipped. a single brush of your hands, both reaching for the ladle of punch, and everything he thought he knew, thought he wanted, had changed.

you hooked up, of course. but you also talked. really talked. you had a way of simply looking at him, with your big, doe-eyes, and making him practically word vomit. vulnerability? opening up? that was foreign, off-limits. but you.. god, you just peeled back at all his layers, until all that was left was a boy who craved gentle love and affection. a boy so deserving of it. you made him laugh, not chuckle, laugh. and you cuddled, you ran your fingers through his soft curls and massaged his scalp. you made him feel like was worth something, like he was deserving of breathing fresh air.

it was all new to him, and as much as he found himself loving it, found himself missing your warmth and missing your soft giggles, he couldn’t help but wonder when it’ll all just.. end. when you’ll realize he’s nothing more than south side trash, that he’s got nothing to offer you. he’s waiting for you to leave him. maybe because it’s all he’s ever known.

it was the morning after another little sleepover — third one in a row. he was sprawled out in your bed, shirtless under the soft, warm covers. he folded the pillow under his head, propping himself up as he watched you. you were at your vanity, wearing his shirt from last night, with only your underwear on underneath. he didn’t even attempt to hide his smile as he saw how oversized it was on you. you weren’t doing anything exciting, not really, just braiding your hair. but just like everything else you did, you had him entranced. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, and he didn’t even try to. didn’t want to. the way your locks flowed through your fingers like honey, the way your skin was practically glowing in the morning light, and the way your tongue was peeking out as you concentrated.

you caught his eye in the reflection of the mirror, his smile widening as your cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.

“you’re staring.”

you murmur as you secure your braid with a clear electric band, before moving onto the other side of your head.

lip simply shrugs in return, guilty as charged.

“yeah, well..”

he murmurs before slowly rolling out of bed and making his way over to you, wearing only his plaid boxers. he runs his fingers through your hair, much softer than it was last night. you shudder at the memory.

and to your absolute surprise, he starts to braid it. and now you’re the one watching in awe, his calloused hands carefully weaving your hair into a messy, yet somehow still perfect braid.

lip cracks a smirk at your reaction, his eyes sweeping over your face before returning his focus to your strands of gold.

“used to do my sister’s hair like this when we were kids. dunno how i taught myself, but i did.”

he murmurs, his voice all low and soft from sleep. his hands were so graceful. so.. gentle.

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oh so basically i have a yapping problem ^_^

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welcome to my account ⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

penelope, she/her/hers, 18, mexican, bi, capricorn

rafe cameron, taylor swift, bows, jeremy allen white, sabrina carpenter, drew starkey the color pink, bucky barnes, reading + writings fics & bots 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

new to tumblr but would love to make friends ! <3

same user on c.ai | link for requests

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i’m very new to this but i just created my very first c.ai bot ! ◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)◜

it’s a teen!carmen x teen!reader, having their first sleepover as a couple. very awkward and dorky <3

i hope whoever this finds likes it i had fun writing it and hope to make more soon 🫀

link: ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ first sleepover

if anyone would like to send any tips/suggestions it would be much appreciated !