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liseytopia · 6 months

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request !! :.. hello !!! i want a make x male reader fanfic for mike schmidt. i would really appreciate this !! him coming back from work and sleeping with me !!!

thank youuu !!

-xoxo rox

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thanks for the request rox!! grateful as always <33 hope it's okay with you that i changed from masc!reader to gn!reader!

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

contents: fluff, cuddling, kisses, etc.

warnings: use of "shit" once

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𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧.

- 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘵

you & mike had been together for about two months now after he fell in love since hiring you to babysit abby when he was away at work. so, after a long night at his job, he came home at the usual hour he normal does, 6:00 am. every morning when arriving, the first thing he does is check on precious abby, making sure she's okay and rustling her hair before leaving the room. straight after, he pushes open the door to your shared bedroom and loosely falls on to the bed that you were sound asleep in ten minutes ago. carelessly sliding under the blankets and pulling you close to him, he greets you with a soft kiss on your forehead.

"morning, love," you yawn out, cuddling yourself closer into mike's warm body. he replies a soft "mmph.. hi, baby." eyes closed and voice sleepy, you ask him, "how was work? is everything okay?" you knew about the alive animatronics conundrum, so sometimes you get worried when mike comes home a bit later, when it turns out to be just due to traffic. mike knows you get worried and he loves you more than anything, so rest assured he's comforting you and telling you everything went great and he's okay while kissing your lips & face gently. he goes off telling a story about how he found some weird shit in the storage closet, but when he finished, he found you none other but sleeping and snoring softly with your face buried in the side of his chest. mike leaves a kiss on your cheek, holding and cuddling you tight against him all the way until dawn.

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#mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #fnaf movie #mike schmidt fluff #: lisey's responds!

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mutatiio · 7 months

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GETTING TO KNOW YOU !

respond to the following prompts. include as much or as little as you want; you don't have to answer them all !

tagged by. @akaanade tagging. @prcspcr / @rottingkiss / @ecopoison / @thrawnur / @techniiciian

name / alias. break birthday. november 10th zodiac sign. scorpio height. 5'8" hobbies. writing, art, reading, collecting an ungodly amount of merch favorite color. i like red :) favorite book. loooooove maul lockdown. but non-sw stuff,,, six of crows, the red rising trilogy (and nothing beyond the trilogy), lisey's story, exquisite corpse last show. ahsoka, i think recent read. obimaul fanfic thrawn alliance sources of inspiration. usually reading helps me. or music story behind url. mutatio is latin for change. it's kind of basic bc every character changes throughout their stories, but my three in particular change A LOT

#⸢ dash game ⤑ ooc ⸥ deploy the clown nose.#don't ever ask me to choose just one book.

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ultimaterealmofchaos · 3 years

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im actually gonna make an effort to respond and queue replies before work today heyooooo

rn they’re all for lisey so it’s all good ahaha

#ooc: it's! karla!

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stuber45188020 · 4 years

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Five Frugal Things | I appreciate you guys

Before we get to the frugal stuff, I want to say that I tried to respond to most of the comments on Monday’s post, but if I missed yours:

Thank you so much for your prayers and love and thank you for sharing your stories.

You all are the kindest and best group of readers and I am so grateful for you. I wish I could give all of you a hug, especially those of you who are suffering from heartbreak too.

And thank you to everyone who sent me an email or a message elsewhere as well. I appreciate you!

There’s a Sara Groves lyric that says, “Lord, help us wait in kindness.”, and that is my prayer during this time, however long it might be. I don’t get to choose my circumstances, but I do get to choose my response.

So, my heart may be sad, but it can also be kind, and I can still choose to find contentment and joy on this path.

I can keep doing the next thing while I wait in kindness.

And today’s next thing is a five frugal things post.

1. I helped Lisey get the Erie app

Erie recently came out with a safe driving app that checks for speeding, sharp turns, sudden braking, and so on.

If you are a youthful driver and you get good driving scores, Erie gives you a $10 gift card every two weeks.

For a college student like Lisey, this is a happy prospect, particularly since she is a pretty mellow driver to begin with. Might as well get credit for good driving!

(Obviously, if you are sensitive to privacy concerns, this is not the app for you, as it uses GPS to monitor speeding and such.)

2. I started a college book return

Apparently, the bookstore listed the wrong book for one of Sonia’s classes, so we need to send it back.

Luckily, I told her not to remove the shrink wrap until day one of classes, which means we are eligible for a full refund.

And I submitted an email for a prepaid return label, so the return will not cost anything out of pocket.

3. I helped Zoe with an eBay auction for some Converse

She’s been wanting some black high tops, and since she’s trying to stretch her allotted clothing budget, I helped her find an auction with almost no bids.

I showed her how to bid at the last minute, and we paid $20, plus $15 shipping. These usually sell for $60 new, so even with the shipping ($35 total), this was a good deal.

(This Q&A post explains the clothing budget Sonia and Zoe have.)

I am always so happy when I can help my kids learn some tricks for saving money because those skills are going to serve them for years in the future.

4. I retouched some of my kitchen cabinets.

I had the Benjamin Moore Advance paint out because I painted Sonia’s nightstand.

(I need to take photos of it; I promise I’ll show you soon.)

obviously this is the pre-painting stage!

Once I finished the nightstand, I still had some paint left in my tray, so I used it up by retouching some worn spots on a few cabinets.

So white! So fresh!

This is one of my favorite things about painting my own furniture: since I did it myself, it’s super easy to fix dings or scuffs.

Here’s how I painted my kitchen cabinets.

If you just want a post full of before and after kitchen cabinet photos, click here.

And in case you just want the color but it’s too hard to click on the links above (heh), it’s Cloud White, a slightly warm shade of white.

5. I made biscuits last night to use up some cream

I had bought one of those very large containers of cream, and it had been stored on the door of the fridge (one of the warmest places in the fridge).

I noticed the last quarter was getting slightly “off” smelling, and since that type of dairy product usually works fine for baking, I made cream biscuits to go with dinner last night.

I don’t have the recipe posted, but it’s the same one in this chicken and biscuits recipe.

Just bake them at 450° F for 15 minutes.

Bonus: I made a main dish salad for dinner because I found spinach and romaine that really needed to be used. So, it was a nice anti-food-waste dinner.

Your turn; share your five frugal things in the comments.

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elnahualerrante · 4 years

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El superviviente, la configuración entre instinto y humanidad

Escrito por A.A

Desde la década de los setenta, la obra de King ha crecido de manera exponencial con una amplia diversidad que va del relato corto, hasta las más extensas sagas y ha explorado diversos subgéneros de la literatura; desde la ciencia ficción común como en su cuento El Procesador de Palabras de los Dioses, Under The Dome y La Larga Marcha, pasando por diversas formas del terror y horror como Carrie, Eso, La historia de Lisey o Misery. En ellas podemos apreciar como explota los lados más sensibles, oscuros y retorcidos del ser humano, envolviendo a sus personajes en situaciones que los llevan al límite.

Y aunque es un autor bien conocido por crear criaturas fascinantes y a la vez aterradoras, responsables de las pesadillas de muchos de sus lectores asiduos, no vive únicamente de éste recurso, pues existen entre todas ellas, relatos donde el ser humano confronta miedos primitivos, encaramados en los abismos del instinto, así como escenarios extremos creados para desafiar la cordura del individuo.

El relato El superviviente, publicado como Survivor type en la antología Skeleton crew en 1985, King nos presenta uno de los conflictos más antiguos de la raza humana: el que ha luchado desde el principio de los tiempos contra la naturaleza.

Aferrarse a la vida, superar adversidades, sobrevivir un día a la vez, es propio del ser humano y aunque el escenario haya evolucionado junto a nosotros, seguimos luchando por sobrevivir. King nos remonta a ese escenario primitivo y a la pugna original del hombre dentro de la naturaleza, nos recuerda lo insignificantes que somos ante ella y lo vulnerables que no encontramos. De igual modo, nos presenta al hombre como un animal, una bestia de carroña poco refinada cuyos modales y civilidad son una simple máscara.

La historia no es compleja: Un cirujano que ha logrado imponerse a las constantes carencias de su vida joven, ha llevado su profesión junto a una serie de delitos menores que finalmente lo hacen perder su licencia, decide buscar la forma de continuar con su estilo de vida traficando algunos gramos de heroína, así que decide trabajar con narcotraficantes y emprender un viaje, pero durante el trascurso el barco naufraga y termina atorado en una pequeña isla, que no son más que rocas en medio de la nada, donde hará todo lo posible por sobrevivir y mantener su sentido de humanidad.

El calvario del sujeto quedaría olvidado de no ser por un diario que comienza a escribir poco después de su naufragio, mediante el cual, nos enteramos del suplicio que padece hasta el final.

El diario es un confesionario, donde plasma gran parte de su vida, intenta buscar entre sus recuerdos alguno que justifique su situación actual, pero conforme avanza la historia, nos encontramos más bien con un sentido de vacío, un rechazo y desapego emocional que ha padecido y que posteriormente, él mismo integraría a su forma de vida. El diario representa un escape de su relativo encierro, la única vía que lo hace partícipe de una sociedad que lo ha desechado; el escribir en su diario le recuerda que es humano y con ello demuestra su deseo de sentir pertinencia e identidad en un grupo, pues al final, no es la muerte a lo que más tememos, sino a encontrarla en soledad.

King juega con el papel del médico cirujano quién toma el juramento hipocrático como una broma, sin embargo, rompe el molde del doctor abnegado y cuyo propósito es salvar vidas o el de científico loco que desestima los límites de la moral en pos del avance en su campo. Revela un personaje inseguro, lleno de vicios, con más defectos que virtudes, alguien frágil que nos sirve de espejo a todos, al hacernos cómplices de sus delitos y al acercarnos a él, sin buscar justificación alguna para sus actos.

El superviviente, trata de mantener su humanidad planificando una vida luego de su rescate y escribe para reafirmar su idea, pero el problema real surge ante la escasez de alimento. Y es así como comienza su verdadera pesadilla, pues como cirujano la situación lo orilla a consumir lo único que tiene disponible: su propio cuerpo.

Hoy he matado otra gaviota tal como lo hice con la primera. Tenía demasiada hambre para torturarla como me había prometido a mí mismo. Así que la abrí y me la comí […]

Podemos ver a King diseccionar literal y figurativamente a aquel hombre, un hombre que comienza a devorarse a sí mismo perdiendo su identidad como ser humano, pues no solo comete uno de los actos tabú más polémicos, sino que ello implica que su forma física se deforme. El paralelismo entre su transformación física y psicológica se hace presente en todo el argumento, pero llega a su clímax cuando él se ve a sí mismo como un monstruo, una calavera con piel. Los lazos que pretendían atarle a la humanidad comienzan a ser más débiles, lucha por mantener lo poco que le queda de ella: sus manos. Sus manos han sido su identidad y su más importante herramienta ya que con ellas ha ejercido toda su vida su profesión, así como sus delitos y es con ellas que trata de mantener su registro y último nexo al mundo que es aquel diario.

Devorar sus manos implica rendirse, perderse así mismo, aceptar que ha renunciado y dejado de ser humano. No importa lo que haga. King plantea la duda ¿hasta dónde desea una persona sobrevivir a un shock? Pero la verdadera pregunta que busca responder es ¿Cuánto estamos dispuestos a soportar antes de perder nuestra humanidad?

Me he amputado el pie izquierdo y lo he vendado con mis pantalones. Extraño. Durante toda la operación se me cayó la baba. […]Tenía que repetirme: rosbif frío, rosbif frío, rosbif frío.

#elnahualerrante #revistadigital #stephenking

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liseytopia · 6 months

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𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 !! : 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗶𝗱𝘁 ? 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘅 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ; 𝗶 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 !!

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘆 !

-𝘅𝗼𝘅𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘅 <𝟯

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thanks for the request rox, yk i always love you ⭐️ also sorry it got a little long 💀

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

contents: fluff, angst

warnings: cursing, slight fear?

word count: 1.1k

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𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

- 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘵

yesterday morning you were practically begging on your knees to let your boyfriend take you to work with him. after complications of who would babysit abby and what you'd do while you were there, mike caved (as usual because he always folds when it comes to you). you got your sister to babysit abby while you & him were away. that evening before you two left, it was already 5 minutes past the time mike normally heads out the door, but you were running around the small house, grabbing stuff you might need just in case while mike stands at the front door, rolling his eyes, yet still smiling at you. "love, c'mon. we have to go now, it's late," mike pleads. "wait wait wait wait i'm forgetting something.. OH! perfume! i need my perfume!" you run to the bedroom, leaving mike ashamed and still standing by the front door again. after about thirty minutes after you two were supposed to leave, you finally get in the car and drive toward's mike's workplace-- freddy fazbear's pizza place.

admittedly, you were slightly shocked by the appearance of the place. it was run-down, old, a bit stress inducing, even. you got scared and grabbed mike's arm, pressing yourself flush against him. "you scared?", he asks you, relocating his arm to wrap around you, still pushing you straight against him. you reply with a quieter voice than usual, "a little." he kisses your forehead, proceeding to reassure you everything's okay while walking in through the door. the place was cold and you got a shiver down your spine as you walked through the main dining room. you didn't realize you were holding your breath until you arrived at the surveillance room and the door clicked shut, making you feel safer. "i can drive you home if you're too uncomfor-" mike starts before you interrupt, "no! i'm fine. i can stay." he smiles at you gleamingly, his eyes sparkling like a star.

your eyes suddenly jolt to the surveillance televisions when you hear a sound come from one of them. you get shivers again and mike grabs a walkie-talkie and a flashlight from off the desk. he looks at you as if asking if you're okay, and you respond with nodding your head. he heads out the door and after hesitating to go with him for a few seconds, you run after him. he's by the entrance to the stage where the animatronics stay, making you sweat because you know they're "haunted". Your voice is shaky but regardless you still call out his name. Thinking you were hurt, he runs over to you and cups your face asking if you're okay. you hug him and say that you were just worried about him. "wanna go with me to make sure everything's okay?", mike asks you acceptingly. you're scared but you ask yourself, would you rather go with and keep both of you alive or stay here and have the man you love most in the whole world die? you build up courage, take deep breaths, and confidently say "yeah. let's go."

he gives you the walkie and grabs your hand as you two walk into the stage. mike shines the flashlight around. there's freddy, bonnie, foxy, & chica all completely still, and you both exhale in relief. except.. shit. chica's fucking cupcake isn't in her hand. mike whispers "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..", trying not to alarm you, knowing you were already scared to begin with. you start to hyperventilate and ask him "what? what's wrong? is everything okay?" mike brushes your arm and says everything is fine, just one of the minor pieces was missing. he puts your mind at rest and forces himself to stay calm, emitting the energy onto you. mike steps into a corner with you and gives you a pep talk while telling you he needs you to stay in the surveillance room by yourself and watch the cameras to make sure everything's okay. you take deep breaths and remember mike wouldn't let anything bad happen to you & you both have walkie talkies to communicate with one another. you close your eyes, hug him, and head back to the surveillance room.

you talk through the walkie, "is everything okay so far? which room sector are you in?" "everything's doing good. room sector 4, by the cleaning closet." you check the camera that's watching room sector 4, and you see him, shining a flashlight around the room. he walks into room sector 5, the office. you check the other cameras, no sight of whatever the other "minor pieces" of the animatronics were. you glance back at the sector 5 camera and see a cupcake, blinking, in the vent near the top of the wall. you snatch the walkie and frantically yell, "mike! the vent to your left! watch out!" over the cameras you see him look where you listed and pull out his taser. the cupcake jumps down out of the vent and gets a hold of mike's leg and bites him until he stomps on it, with his other foot, causing it to fall off his leg and leave wires to expose. in fight or flight mode, mike chose fight and electrocuted that motherfucker. it fell down and was broken and unable to do damage, at least for now. mike looked up at the camera and gave a thumbs up, continuing to talk to you on the walkie and tell you he was okay, considering you were so scared when he got attacked that you started crying and his heart hurt to hear you as scared as you were.

mike rushed to the surveillance room where you sat trying to stop crying. when he entered, he picked you up out of the seat and hugged you tight, whispering "shh.. it's okay. i'm here. i'm alive. i love you so much." eventually you calmed down and were able to stop crying. he grabbed his keys and carried you to the car and into the passenger seat where he gave you kisses all over your face and your puffy eyes. the whole ride home he let you know how much he loves you and how brave you were. once you arrive home, you clean yourself up while he takes a shower and patches up the bite mark. he gets in bed with you and cuddles you & kisses you and you smile. mike asks you, "are you coming with me to night shift next time? you were a lot of help." you look at him in the eyes, and with a warm voice, you reply to him, "next time."

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ʚ © this subject is copyright to liseytopia. : do not copy, translate, or steal my writing. ɞ

#: lisey's responds!#mike schmidt x reader fluff #mike schmidt x reader angst #mike schmidt angst #mike schmidt fluff #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #fnaf

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liseytopia · 4 months

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HI LISEY

I think you owe me a fic so this is just your reminder 😋

Anyway, could you pls do Gabbi Broussard x Fem!Reader hcs where reader gets asked out to prom by Gabbi

Doesn’t have to be that long I just love her oml 🤞🏻

TY BB

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HEY RY!! I kno it's been a minute since this request but I finally started working on it for you <33 this one was fun to write, tysm!! xoxo

summary: your girlfriend, gabbi, greets you with an unexpected message after school. you meet her where she planned, behind the school, when she leads you to the nearby garden. little did you know she was asking you to prom.

pairing: gabbi broussard x fem!reader

contents: fluff

warnings: cursing

an: i'm well aware i got in a little too much detail.. it may not be what you wanted but i enjoy nit-picking the small things in writing!! also see if you can find the little easter eggs i hid inside the writing~

wc: 1.1k

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.

- 𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘥

it was obvious gabbi loved you just as much as you loved her, maybe even more. she's always showed her ways of loving you, whether it was hugs from behind or little kisses on your neck, or oftentimes a small gift she'd brought you from a shop nearby. this one day was especially meaningful, however.

it was early may and the weather outside was warm and silky. breathing the air felt like taking a nice shower after a long day and washing away all the dirt and unwanted essence; it was refreshing, rather. you wanted nothing more than to bask in the perfect environment around you forever.

your day at school had just finished and you had then gotten done chatting with your friend group in the halls about your day. after waving them goodbye and blowing a kiss, you walked for the exit. suddenly your phone buzzed in your hand. you check the notification on your lock screen. it was your girlfriend, gabbi. the message read 'meet me at the back of the school, 7:00.' a smile crept its way onto your cheeks and you turned your phone off, walking to your car and thinking about the message.

the car door slammed shut as your footsteps traced to your front door. you reached for your keys and fumbled them around in your hand while trying to unlock the door. once you got it, you wasted no time to walk straight to your bedroom and get ready for whatever event gabbi was preparing for you.

your backpack landed on the soft carpet of your bedroom floor with a thud. you had homework but didn't care to do any of it, considering you were the kind of girl to never turn down an invite, especially from the girl you love, gabbi. you sat yourself down at your pretty little vanity and got to work, fixing up the mess of makeup on your face that had previously been ruined by school air.

after a bit of re-curling your lashes and applying more mascara, you fixed the other tiny details and checked the clock. it was around 4:00 when you arrived back at home and it was 5:12 right now. you raised yourself off your seat and walked over to the closet door, sliding it open. your hands maneuvered around, sorting between your section of dresses. you decided on a strapless, sunset-orange dress that stretched long, down to your ankles. it was silky and had a slit by your left leg, topped with a tiny bit of lace trim around the edges. you completed the outfit with your preferable basic white sneakers, of which were your only desirable option since you weren't fond of heels at all. you also wore gold hoop earrings and a matching necklace with a butterfly on it that gabbi had given to you as a gift for your six month anniversary. you had on a few pearly gold rings and had your hair relaxed down with a white, silky bow that clipped into the back of your hair.

you glanced over at the clock once more, the time reading 6:30. you reached for your phone & purse, applied one more layer of lip gloss before tossing the tube into your bag, and happily strolled out the door and into your car. it was a necessary routine every time you entered your car to put on your music. you put on one of your playlists, the center console screen scrolling the title of the song, betty by taylor swift. you hummed along to the rhythm as your hands turned the steering wheel of your car and you stopped at the lights.

you parked your car into a space that wasn't much of a distance to the back of the school. you followed the path that went back around to the outdoor seats, eyes scanning the area in sights of your girlfriend. on the ledge of the fountain you found a little piece of paper that had your name on it. you gently picked it up and unfolded it. "hint: go to the garden" was visibly written in gabbi's handwriting. you giggled at the scavenger hunt and tucked the now unfolded paper into your purse.

standing at the edge of the trail, your eyes widened when you saw the sight of the garden. the trees were thick and covering beautifully over a path that went down and split into two, one end going to a flower garden and the other going to the school's fruit & veggie garden. there were small shrubs and flowers lining the trail. that was a usual appearance for the garden, but what made you shocked was the candles going down the flower garden path and the orange roses scattered along the way. you smiled warmly. orange was your favorite color. the thought that gabbi remembered the smallest things about you brought light into your life.

as curiosity continued to strike, you walked slowly along the trail, splitting off the side with the candles. the ongoing feeling of butterflies in your stomach sent you into bliss. gabbi would be happy to know how excited you get at the thought of her face. you slowly pushed open the wooden gate to the flower garden, looking around. you stepped carefully through the daisies and rounded the corner, meeting eyes with your girlfriend.

you giggled. gabbi seemed to be hiding something behind her back. she walked closer to you. "hey, beautiful. you're definitely more dressed up than i am," she said in a sweet voice, winking at you. looking up at her you ask, "what's the important occasion?" gabbi hesitated for a moment. she brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. the look in her eyes was pure and loving, different from her usual chill demeanor. she started to talk, failing to hide a smile from appearing on her face.

"will you.. go to prom with me?" gabbi held up a board with the same words on it, covered from top to bottom in pearly white paint and your favorite color orange glitter. it wasn't any messy little sign-- it was beautiful and had so much detail to it. you felt tears nip at the corners of your eyes and a wide grin spread across your face. you nodded. "yes, baby. of course. how could i ever say no to you?"

moments later you two were kissing lovingly. the board was discarded elsewhere on the ground and gabbi was pressed back against the fence with her hands on your hips, rubbing the dress softly. you had your hands cupping her face and stroking her cheeks with your thumbs. between breaths you were giggling, causing her to imitate your actions. it wasn't that the moment was funny, it was just the fact you never would have thought gabbi loved you this much. and she did. and she always will, until her last breath.

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#: lisey's responds!#gabbi broussard #do revenge #gabbi broussard x reader

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liseytopia · 5 months

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hii, so uhmm... ik i have requested a lot already but i got a really cute idea !!

so this is for peni parker, masc!reader/gn!reader. and the idea is that when peni rebuilding her new robot after itsv, i told her i was going to help her, but really i do nothing the whole time.

and don't feel pressured to finish this right away, love you!!

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𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘆 !

-𝘅𝗼𝘅𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘅 <𝟯

💌

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HEY ROXXX thats actually super cute istg, had a lot of fun writing this btw! keep the requests coming i don't mind them

pairing: peni parker x gn!reader (PLATONIC)

contents: pure fluff, annoyed peni and ignorant reader

warnings: cursing

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𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫.

- 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳

when peni's robot died, it made not only her devastated, but also you. you were close with peni since the two of you met and have been the inseparable friendship duo continuously after that. it broke your heart along with hers when her robot stopped functioning. you wanted to make it right by helping her build a new one, but there was one issue..

you had no engineering skills whatsoever. so when you offered to help peni, she was slightly confused, knowing you didn't know shit about mechanics. she let you help either way, of course. the both of you worked in one of the workshop rooms in hq.

you stood by the corner filing your nails as peni moved scraps of metal and toolboxes into the center of the room. "ahem!" peni's voice shocked you, causing you to jolt up and meet eyes with her. she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at you. "what?" you asked, aware you aren't helping at all. "you gonna help me move all this or just stand there and worry about your pretty little nails?" you responded "i'll help, what do you want me to do?" knowing you weren't gonna help with what she asked you to.

"grab the welding mask for me," peni instructed as she flopped a piece of metal in front of her. "uhh.. what's a welding mask look like again?" you rotated your head to look around the room. "it's a big metal shield with a window where the eyes go that covers your face." "oh! found it." you ran across the room, grabbed a metal bowl, and handed it to peni. "..what the fuck is this" "a welding mask! right?" you seemed confused when she gave you a blank stare. "what" "BITCH THIS IS A FUCKING BOWL" you stepped out of the way when peni got up to grab the welding mask on a shelf next to the door. as she got to work you asked yourself how she could possibly know all about this mechanics stuff while applying chapstick. you eventually ended up on your phone, texting your friends and other people at spider society.

peni gave you a disappointing glare from across the room and after about five seconds of her looking you up and down and shaking her head, she asked you for the screwdriver. "one second peni," you say as you hold up a finger while finishing up your text before pressing send. "what was that again?" "get me the screwdriver, please." you walked over to the toolbox and reached out, getting grease on your hand in the process. "ewww!! hold on, i have to wash this off real quick." you rush over to the nearby sink while peni says "there's no way you suggested to help and thought you weren't going to get dirty at all." you reply "whatever!" and go back over to the tool box.

"hmm.. peni which drawer is it in again?" "just check all of them! i don't know." you open the first one.. measuring tapes. second one had screws and bolts in it. third one.. "aha! screwdriver!" you pull out a flathead screwdriver and hand it to her proudly. she hands it back to you and tells you "i need a phillips screwdriver. it's got a different looking head." "is the screwdriver's name philip or something? i'm confused why is this relevant" "just get it for me." you trace your steps back to the same toolbox drawer and pull out a hex-head screwdriver. you hold it up and look at her for approval, she shakes her head no, and you sigh. you think to yourself, how many fucking types of screwdrivers are there? you search the drawer once again and finally get out the right one and hand it to her.

you really don't help peni at all the whole rest of the time after that. regardless, whenever someone compliments the robot, you speak as if you were the one doing all the building work when really the whole time she was building while you attempted to navigate the workshop. either way you and peni are the iconic best friend duo and she loves you no matter if you can tell what a phillips screwdriver looks like or not. <3

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