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en-archive · 5 months

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Hey can you write a smut about heeseung that he is a innocent nerd but secretly knows everything and is a total opposite in bed like he looks very cute and innocent and submissive but in bed he is a mean daddy dom

This is pure filth, I don’t see him being much of a daddy dom, but he most definitely is a dom so you’re not going away anywhere anon 🐇🎀

Nerd!Heeseung is a very innocent, funny, but nice dude sitting in your engineering class. He is not your typical nerd, he keeps a cool atmosphere, despite everyone assuming he is an innocent virgin, you didn't think so. He comes in the classroom with a cold demeanor, before smiling at anyone who greets him. He is helpful yet he keeps to himself and doesn't get close to anyone. He is the typical student that puts a little too long in studying, yet what people don't know is the actual time he puts on ruining you in the sheets the evening after your lectures.

He seems like your typical lanky boy, wearing loose fitted shirts and baggy jeans, with a thin rimmed glasses. but people don't know the several positions he bends you over in the bed . It started off innocently, one evening you found yourself stuck on a math question, and so happened to see him online in the course chat. You asked him to help you out, but instead he offered to help you personally in his dorm. "My roommate is not here, so we can work on it in peace." read the text. That time you did not think much of it, what would he even do? All he ever cared for was his grades and participation in the group. The meetings were usual, he was alone, waiting for you in his gray sweatpants and another loose gray shit that exposed his collar bones.

You wouldn't dress up any special for him, but when the lessons became a little too hot, you noticed it wasn't because of the rising temperatures with the arrival of summer. It was still winter for God's sake. At some point, the tension became irresistible, you knew he had ulterior motives when he started asking you if you still needed help with the homework, and you insisted you did. You never looked at him in that light, yet when he took off his glasses one of those nights and you both had already concluded the lesson good 20 minutes ago, when he offered you guys watch a movie. You agreed, despite piles of assignments waiting for you, but this chance was only once in a lifetime, and knew if you said no, you would never get to do it.

The movie was ignored five minutes in, his hand had already found itself on your thigh, your lips searching for his. The thin shirt he had on was ripped off of him, your fingers finding the skin on his shoulders, gripping when his own started gripping your ass.

"So much for a teacher's pet." You moaned when his fingers started to yank the hem of your shirt, dragging the fabric off of you, letting his lips latch onto the soft skin of your neck, biting and licking the sweet spot behind your ear.

"I could be your pet. " He chuckled lowly, confessing later on how much he had been looking at you the whole time during class, and how he did not let up the chance to get you alone when you asked him for help. He craved you so bad some days, the way your ass was so well sculpted out in your jeans, and the way you smiled, or scrunched your face when you couldn't understand a subject. he wanted to bite off that smile from your lips, get drunk on you. His hands finally found your naked waist, snaking up wards just to unclasp the bra and free your chest, just to immediately latch on. University, and work took up most of your time, when was the last time you got properly laid? You didn't remember, but you knew this was going to deliver you from the constant ache that bothered you these days.

The way his lips would nibble on the sensitive buds, and how his fingers would grasp the other, kneading, and caressing it. His tongue flicked the bud several times, only to trail up sloppy and wet kisses to your collar bone, leaving small butterflies around the décolletage. Covering them up would be a bitch, but that was a problem for the you tomorrow. His hands worked on the skin on your back, slowly, feather like, lingering his fingers over the goosebumps that had formed from the slight cool air in the living room. You gasped when his fingers found solace in gripping your bare ass in your clothes. You let out a shaky moan when his hands started pushing the fabric off of you, helping you rid yourself off your sweatpants and panties.

His eyes never left observing you, never leaving your face like a researcher looking at his new discovery, smiling in awe as one of his digits tested your squelching hole. Collecting the juices, you whined and smacked him in the chest when he licked the glossiness off of his fingers.

"I have been craving to taste you for so long. You make me so crazy with that cute ass of yours in class" He finally wriggled beneath you, dragging out his hard on from his sweatpants, the abused red tip already leaking precum.

"You should have said something then Hee, fuck!" You breathed out a sigh of relief when two of his digits started scissoring you, preparing for the abuse your pussy was about to experience from his tip.

"I tried, you are just so unapproachable sometimes!" He chuckled before he dragged his dick over your wet slit, collecting your juices on him before pushing in the fat tip, stretching you out just right.

You whined, arching your back from the stretch, but to him it sounded like the sweetest melody; seeing you on him, whimper and have a hard time taking his dick in, begging for him to slow down before he bottomed out and touched you balls deep. Before you could say anything to him, he took the mental que from you, seeing as you relaxed in his touch and sighed from relief and pleasure, finally getting to experience something hitting your cervix since a long time.

His hands positioned themselves on your ass again, smacking it once, just to test the waters, liking the response he got from you, hearing you and seeing you bite your lip, letting out a soft moan followed by his name.

His hips started their abuse on you slow at first, trying to grasp what you liked. He was such a good student, yet no ne would ever imagine him lean his forehead on you as he smiled at your misery to handle him. The way he teased you with his slow thrusts, not even letting you bounce on him, holding you still before he heard you start begging, which made him smile devilishly.

"Hm, what was that?" He halted himself inside you, leaving you shaking in his lap as you tried moving your hips in circular motions, trying to get him to hit you in that delicious spot, to finally see stars.

"Don't be such a fucking tease!" you whined, digging your nails in his hands, leaving crescent moons in their trail. You hated the smug look on his face, the way eh enjoyed you begging. At some point he had enough of your suffering, and started moving his hips, letting you match him in movement. The cries and whines leaving your agape mouth could have been heard from the outside of the dorm, the freshman girl passing by the door hurrying up her steps as her cheeks flushed crimson red.

"I will teach you proper language next time you come over along with math, hm, what do you say sweetheart?" You whined, the familiar knot finally tying itself inside your stomach, and you screamed when the tip of his dick started hitting your g-spot at an abnormal pace. You knew he was close.

“ Hee. I-I’m close!” You blurted out before he gave you an affirmative kiss, his tongue immediately finding yours. Drop dripped down your chin as you moaned in his mouth, letting the knot release, finally orgasming after his load shoot right inside you. His hand came to give you little soft pats on your back and ass, soothing you from the high. When his lips finally left yours, you smiled at his flushed face and your fucked up state.

“Seems you’ll have to tutor me from now on! “

#enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen drabbles #enhypen hard hours #enhypen heeseung hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen head cannons #enhypen requests #enhypen asks #enhypen x Reader #keeper writes #keepers anons

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roblingoblin285 · 1 year

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i love when ppl ask writers questions about their ocs and they're like "uhh i think so?" as if they didn't invent them. like they're just mild acquaintances we have

#someone asked me something about rob the other day and i responded with “am i my brother's keeper?”#ocs #writing memes

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lucidloving · 7 months

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I Don't Love Anyone—Belle and Sebastian // Sophocles, Antigone (adapted by Lewis Galantiere) // He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother—The Hollies // Little Women directed by Gillian Armstrong (based on the novel by Louisa May Alcott) // The Reynold's Pamphlet, Hamilton—Lin Manuel-Miranda // Tatsuki Fujimoto, Chainsaw Man // Erica E. Goode // Theodore Robinson, In a Daisy Field // @stardustandvanilla

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quotefeeling · 6 months

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You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Jodi Picoult - My Sister's Keeper

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charliemwrites · 7 months

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This is for the two (!) anons that asked for Keeper!ghost and kept!reader’s first time.

You wait a day after he gets back from his last trip. You’ve… missed him? It’s weird to admit, even if just to yourself. You could justify that your body misses him but it’s a bit more than that…

Not to say your body didn’t miss him, though. It did. You practically climbed him when he came in the door, made him drop his bag just to support all your weight as you shoved his mask off and demanded to know if he’s injured. He’s not, but you still gave him a day to sleep off the mission.

And now it’s morning and you’re climbing into his bed naked, appreciating how the morning light highlights his stupidly handsome features. He was awake the minute you walked in the room but he lets you get all the way up before opening his eyes.

“Well.” He says and then stops because he’s too busy starin. You huff, wiggling up against him. He’s in just a pair of underwear and you rub your body all along his, luxuriating in scarred skin against yours.

“You’re being sweet this morning,” he notes.

You hum, nip lightly at his wrist when he threads his fingers in your hair.

“You were gone too long,” you say.

“Was only a month.”

“Too long.”

He chuckles as you climb onto him, kneading at his defined chest.

“You owe me.”

He arches his eyebrows, pets soothingly up your thighs and ribs, then down again. Over and over.

“What do you want, feral?”

“You.”

He rubs his thumb at your hip. “Yeah? You’ve got me here. All my attention, my love, my energy.”

You flush down your chest. “Yeah and I want it all fucking me.”

He blinks, just once.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” You hiss the ‘s’ sound, grinding on his lap. “So gimme.”

He chuckles, palms gently but firmly holding you still. “Alright, pretty, but I’ve gotta get you ready.”

“Nooooo.”

“It’s not a negotiation, little one. If you want my cock inside this gorgeous pussy, you have to cum twice on my fingers first. Not going to hurt you.”

And you bite him for that, but he’s not going to budge so you let him. It’s not like you’re going to complain about extra orgasms after all. He’s brilliant with his hands, petting and stroking at your soaked walls, stretching you so perfectly while toying with your clit.

You cum twice easily - almost reach a third before you whine and scratch at his biceps, little nails leaving livid marks behind.

“Want it, gimme, you promised, Si.” You chant. “Want it, it’s mine.”

“Yes it is,” he coos, sitting up so that you can hold onto his shoulders, brace yourself up on weak knees. “Easy now, don’t rush.”

He won’t let you rush, damn him. Settles you down inch by torturous inch, distracting you with licking kisses and teases at your swollen clit. You flutter around him, so wet that you’re dripping down his shaft, his balls, pooling on the blankets.

When he finally bottoms out, you instantly try to start moving, want to feel him ruining you. But he holds you down, squirming and whimpering, pressed tight against him.

“Not yet, you’ll hurt yourself,” he reminds.

He only shushes you when you protest that you don’t care. When he finally eases up, you push your weight forward, flattening him against the bed, hands braced on his broad chest. It changes the angle just so and makes you see STARS.

“I’ll do it,” you say, voice only shaking a little.

He murmurs encouragingly, palms light on your thighs as you start to rock. It feels so fucking GOOD.

“Like you were made just for me,” you babble, delirious.

He croons that of course he was, he’s here for you, to take care of you. Helps you find a good rhythm that has you grinding your clit against the downy blond hair above his cock. It’s a lot - too much really after already cumming twice - but you don’t stop even as tears slip down your cheeks, highlighted by the soft sunlight.

He feels so so good, fills you up so nicely. The head of his cock curves against your walls and rubs so perfectly against that spot inside you. You moan and gasp with it, nipping absently at his neck and collarbones.

Ride the edge for what feels like hours before you make a whiny, high pitched noise.

“What is it, pretty? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Simon asks, genuinely concerned.

“I can’t…” you huff, trying to improve the angle but no that’s worse. “I can’t…. Si, I wanna….”

He catches on, croons gently to keep you from tipping into genuine distress.

“Can I help?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. And then he rolls his hips. A slow filthy grind that presses and rubs just right.

“Yes, that!! Again again, please,” you breathe.

You come apart barely thirty seconds later, jolting and shaking, collapse on his chest with a wet sob, back still arched to keep him inside. He strokes your spine through it, eases the aftershocks as you squeeze him so, so tightly.

“O-okay,” you murmur after a minute, sitting up a bit and looking utterly ruined.

“Done?” He asks, about to help you off.

The sound of you whacking him echoes through the bedroom. He stops, tilts his head at your glare.

“Finish,” you demand, clenching down and smirking when his eyes flutter. “C’mon, I want you to cum in me before breakfast.”

You stay on top, but three mind-shattering orgasms have basically turned you into a ragdoll. He easily drags you up and down his cock and you’re happy to laxly follow along and squeeze down every time he pulls out, milking him. You stare dreamily at his jumping muscles and make little noises at the oversensitivity, freely crying but clinging to him.

When he cums, you moan like you’ve finished again too, tilting your head back as he twitches and spills, overflowing onto his own thighs. You fall limp against him while he shudders through the last of it.

“That what you wanted?” He asks.

“Mhmm”

“Are you alright? Not sore?”

“Mhmm.”

“A bath while I make breakfast?”

You consider that offer, then shake your head and press your forehead to his chest. “Bath and then breakfast.”

He catches your meaning instantly. “Alright, little one. Let’s get cleaned up.”

#my writing #cod #fanfiction #asks #reader fic #thoughts™️#keeper ghost #kept pet ghost #dark fic #first time #ghost x reader #simon x reader #x reader

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thoughtkick · 1 month

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You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Jodi Picoult - My Sister's Keeper

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brbarou · 3 months

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LLOVEEE THESE GUYS!!!!!

#rote #realm of the elderlings #the rain wild chronicles #dragon keeper #alise kincarron #leftrin #art #fanart #STRAIGHT PEOPLE COCAINE!!!!! IM GOING TO OVERDOSE #robin hobb for 9 books: im going to write such good straight people (writes gay people instead [fitzloved])#robin hobb in book 10: ok fine. gay people this time (writes good straight people for the first time ever [alise and leftrin])

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perfectquote · 2 months

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You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Jodi Picoult - My Sister's Keeper

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thehopefulquotes · 13 days

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You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Jodi Picoult - My Sister's Keeper

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perfectfeelings · 9 months

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You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Jodi Picoult - My Sister's Keeper

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flibbetygibbetsbro · 4 months

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None of ya'll are ready to admit the fact that 9.5 (IF DONE WELL) is the perfect way to finally put a greater focus on the problems of Elvin Government, matchmaking systems, etc. Like???? Can you imagine Keefe finding out that most juveniles cannot be tried and treated as adults in some countries and wondering how beneficial a system like that would have been for, like, YOU KNOW, Lihn?

#I get that ya'll hate Keefe but it's not like the book is going to be meaningless #now it depends on how Shannon writes it #but it has a lot of potentail #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fandom #keefe sencen #kotlc keefe

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en-archive · 5 months

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hiii, can you write something for enha heeseung with innocent and inexperienced reader? I would love to see what you do with it :))

──★ ˙ ̟🐇 Requests open, thank you ! ──★ ˙ ̟🐇

Heeseung isn't new to sex, he is not someone who can't control himself either, but when it came to you, weirdly he felt himself holding back.

He was taken aback by the request at first, "friends help each other out, right?" but not this way, right? He didn't necessarily go against the request, year of bubbling tension underneath his self control left pushed him to blurt out an unsure yes. All self-control and concern thrown out the window as soon as you had entered his room. Your hair, the way it framed your face and fell on your shoulders, the small curl of your lips every time he greeted you, and the faint powdery sweet scent that lingered on your skin every time you hugged him drove him crazy. He couldn't ignore the carnal desires as a man he felt towards you.

when you did enter the room and looked around, it seemed like any other college kid's. But it was different this was Heeseung, who had many a girls leave his room flustered, with his lovebites on their skin and his essence coating in between their thighs, yet it was different with you. He didn't merely look at you as an object, He had a responsibility to protect you from potential trauma, yet despite that he found his fingers on the hem of your shirt, trying to peel the clothing item off of you when you started looking around unsure.

"I'll take it slow, yeah?' he leaned his forehead on yours and finally connected your lips to his, not wasting another minute to taste you. He had been waiting for this for months now, fuck being friends when you could be fucking every night, when he could touch you on the curves he imagined to be heavenly to hold on to as you descended on his dick. Yet when you told him you were a virgin, he was taken aback. How come someone of your visuals could be a virgin?

You had waited for this moment for so long ,too , you could not deny the sweet taste of his skin on your lips , and the way he so skillfully rid you of your bottoms, only to gently guide you to the bed. Sure you had done some foreplay things before in a random bathroom, but never been penetrated, which scared you. It scared you because the boy in front of you was slowly losing his sanity and patience when his fingers gripped your thigs and almost bent you in three layers. The tent in his pants became unbearable as the his lips collided with your nipples, licking and sucking on the sensitive buds, finally getting to taste you, whimpering as the taste made his mind hazy, his eyes darkening when he finally decided to rid himself of all the unnecessary clothes and take you right here and now.

'Fuck, I might be going back on my word now." he bit his lips as his finger beds made contact with your slick entrance, the action making you jolt and arch your back. The feeling was so foreign, your own rendezvous in the bathroom not even comparable to the delicious pain as Heeseung' s two digits scissored inside you.

"You like that yeah, it feels good?" as much as he was asking, he was begging with these words, trying to get you to come undone on his fingers alone as the other hand gripped your legs over his shoulder, trying his best yet again to not just slam his red and abused tip in your begging core. When he could no longer handle the wetness and the warmth that engulfed his fingers, and you were starting to visibly shake from the pleasure and the bubbling oncoming orgasm, he threw your legs back on his soft mattress, the covers surrounding you in a comforting cocoon.

He takes it slow with you, enters your walls so slow, agonizingly slow, his tip already stretching you out so well, thankful that he used his fingers on you first. Your thighs ache from propping yourself up on his lap, but he does not care as his deadly grip plasters you flush on his chest, his hips bucking up strongly up you, the sensation getting too much for him.

"Fuck this, we aren't friends anymore, whatever this is, this is what we are now" he grunts through thrusts and pants and you have no other choice but to just bury your head in the crook of his neck, letting him nibble on your own.

#enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung ask #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen hard hours open #enhypen drabbles #enhypen heeseung headcannons #keeper writes #enhypen asks open #enhypen requests open #enhypen heeseung #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff

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mochiwrites · 6 months

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I desperately need to do something with this secret life au I have bouncing around in my brain. so! snippet/warm up time.

( it’d be really cool if I got any asks about it. and maybe some reblogs 👉👈 )

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Grian’s wings flutter at his sides as he stands before the Secret Keeper. He feels his feathers ruffle with the wind as a breeze goes past, the wings at his head twitching. He’s oblivious to the world around him, eyes glued to the mossy rock formation in front of him. It’s a good thing it isn’t night, else Grian could be at risk of losing very precious hearts if a mob were to sneak up on him.

Though that isn’t something he has to worry about, not at the Secret Keeper statue.

He purses his lips, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes practically burn holes into the statue. Or well, they probably would, if the statue were made from something flammable. He feels like he’s entered a staring contest with the Secret Keeper, a weird feeling for a lifeless statue.

Except this statue doesn’t feel very lifeless. It’s been making Grian a bit uneasy since the game began, leaving him to wonder if They did something to it.

There’s certainly something odd about the statue, Grian knows this for sure. He’s felt drawn to it since the game began, like it’s been calling to him. Whispering at him. He isn’t exactly the Listening type, it’s all lost on him. His Eyes don’t do him much either, unfortunately.

“What is it about you?” he muses, speaking to a statue that cannot speak back. He stares at its face, the wide eyes and curved mouth that seems frozen in a smirk. The hood looks like it’s been intricately cut out in the stone, like someone had been an agonizingly long time into making sure it was perfect.

This isn’t the first time Grian has done this, just stared up at the Secret Keeper. He can’t help it. The statue feels so familiar, like Grian has seen it somewhere before. No… maybe it’s more than that.

It’s like Grian knows this statue, the Secret Keeper. There’s this nagging feeling in the back of his mind, tugging on some part of him that he doesn’t have access to. It tugs on his soul, his very being and essence, and like being led by string, Grian finds himself back here every time.

He doesn’t understand.

Grian takes a step forward, and the hair on the back of his neck stands on end. The wings of his feathers fluff up. “Who are you to me?” he questions, desperate for some kind of answer. “Why do I feel like I know you?” It’s pointless, he knows. A statue isn’t going to suddenly start speaking to him. It’s inanimate. Stone. It will not answer. Yet Grian stubbornly asks his questions anyway.

He stares up at the statue, frustration dipping his brow as his lips tilt low.

“Whatcha doing?”

A startled squawk sounds from Grian as he turns around on his heel, brown eyes meeting blue. He finds the amused face of Martyn, forcing the avian to let out a breath.

“Martyn,” he sighs, “You can’t do that, man!”

Martyn immediately breaks into laughter, very clearly finding enjoyment from Grian’s reaction. “Sorry, sorry! You make it too easy dude. You’re even easier to sneak up on than Timmy is.”

Grian looks at him as if offended by the comment, “I’ll have you know that Tim is very easy to startle. You just sneak up on me when I’m deep in thought!”

“Too busy ogling the Secret Keeper to notice me sneakin’ up, huh?” Martyn retorts, lips curling into a slight smirk.

“I wasn’t ogling it!” Grian’s wings fan out, flapping slightly in agitation. “I was studying it!”

Martyn hums, not buying Grian’s excuse but not bothering to call him out on it. “And what were you ‘studying’ this time, Grian?”

He pauses now, steam being pushed out of him at Martyn’s question. His wings drop along with his shoulders as he lets out a quiet breath, turning his attention back to the statue. He doesn’t answer immediately, staring at it with a confused expression. “This might sound crazy but… does the Secret Keeper feel… familiar at all?” he slowly asks as he looks back to Martyn.

The man stares at him, looking absolutely lost, if a bit concerned. “You feeling alright dude? Or is this your task or something?”

“I’m perfectly fine, and no it’s not my task.” Grian frowns. “Can you just answer the question?” Thinly veiled patience is laced in his voice, something Martyn can pick out easily after having known Grian for so long.

“Alright, alright,” he sighs, directing his attention to the statue in front of them. He hums, narrowing his gaze slightly. “Nothin’ familiar about it I’m afraid. Creepy smile though.”

“Creepy?” Grian parrots, joining Martyn in looking at the statue. He frowns faintly, “I don’t know… I think it’s kinda nice. Cheeky. A bit silly, y’know? The smile of someone mischievous.”

Martyn turns to look back at Grian, eyes shining with soft concern, “Look, Grian, unless your task is to spend hours ogling this thing, you might wanna get a move on. We’re in a death game, remember?” His stare turns a little colder, harsher. “We’re not gonna be all buddy buddy for very long.”

Grian knows he’s right. There’s no point in wasting time trying to figure out a brain puzzle with no clues. He’s not focusing on what’s important (isn’t the important thing that missing piece? The fracture somewhere?) and it could cost him greatly. Except his eyes trail back to the Secret Keeper’s gray ones (he wonders what they’d look like if they were green), staring at them. It’s like those eyes stare right back at him.

He frowns before sighing. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s just hard not to be curious,” he weakly argues, shrugging. “I feel like I know him from someplace, except I don’t know where.”

Martyn is quiet for a moment, eyes faraway. “…I guess I get that,” he relents, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Have fun with your stone Romeo. I’m gonna hit the road and get back to completing my task.”

Grian makes a spluttering sound at that, “S-Stone Romeo?! It’s nothing like that!”

( Above them, the Secret Keeper watches on in sadness. This feels like some kind of punishment. It’s agony, torture. It’s worse than hiding away in his valley all alone, wishing for friends. He wants to reach out. ‘I’m right here!’ He wishes to scream.

He Watches as Grian spares him one last glance, hesitation in his expression. He turns on his heel and walks away.

Scar wishes he could call for him.)

#mochi writes #scarian #trafficshipping #it’s not in your face but it’s intended #slsmp spoilers #secret keeper au

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lucyshypemaster · 4 months

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you will NEVER see anyone writing paragraphs after paragraphs hating on keefe like they do with sophie.

#nah im sorry but i need to get this off my chest #how is it that SOPHIE always gets more hate compared to other characters or yk the ACTUAL ANTAGONISTS of the story?#why do ppl keep bringing up the fact that “she has too many powers” or “all the boys love her” TO SHIT ON HER #is sophie's character perfect? no #should sophie's writing be criticized? honestly yes take it up with shannon #but you ask a dumb bitch why they hate sophie and they'll start giving the funniest reasons ever #and it really makes you understand that these bitches will never say any of this if she was a boy #why do y'all expect so much from sophie #she does one mistake and everyone comes for her #she tries to do something and everyone comes for her #she tries to be friendly and everyone comes for her #she gets together with fitz and keefe and everyone comes for her #she manages to use weapons and fight properly and everyone comes for her #she shows a little emotion and everyone comes for her #hell she DOESN'T DO ANYTHING and EVERYONE COMES FOR HER.#“why did you mention keefe” oh bc yk he does a million mistakes and no one bats an eye #you can just clearly see the way this fandom treats sophie and keefe #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster

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tinypandacakes · 13 days

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I’m 4k words into ch 12 of trapper, keeper! I’m hoping to have it up on sunday or monday if I can ~ I’ll report back later this week if that still seems possible or not 💕 trying to get an update in before we go on our mini vacation next week!

It’s a bit of a lighter/slice of life/more filler-y chapter (plus smut) because the next two after are going to be pretty intense >:3 although sometimes even these lighter chapters take a darker turn by the time I’m done with them because apparently I cannot let Häschen catch a break 😭 we will see!

Also just wanted to say thank you for all the continued support I’ve received for this story 💕🐇 I was a bit worried that I’d receive some backlash for posting a darker fic than I usually do, but everyone has been extremely kind 🥰 it’s very encouraging and I appreciate every comment, kudos, like, and reblog so much!

#trapper keeper #writing update

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charliemwrites · 7 months

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Keeper/Kept AU Links

The original masterlist got too long, so I've created a set of links for different parts of this AU. Sorry if this is inconvenient!

Canon Parts and Thoughts(tm)

Babysitting and 141 Adventures

Extended au with other 141 keepers

Not necessarily canon, but Thoughts(tm)

Commission: Three to Flee

#my writing #keeper/kept au #masterlist

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