10 Works by playingforkeeps
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starting to get to me by playingforkeeps for zim-tits (beansprean)
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)
04 Mar 2019
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“You’ve been dragging us to bumfuck nowhere with that mating call for three years when you hear there’s a sighting. But we’ve never considered: what happens if Bigfoot answers it? That’s the goal, isn’t it? You’ve been after that good, good Bigfoot dick this whole time!”
Dex sputters. “I don’t want to fuck Bigfoot! Jesus, Nurse!” He glances at the others, disbelieving. “Back me up here, guys.”
Silence. Lardo says, “You do own a Bigfoot mating call, dude.”
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make a fool of death by backgroundnpc (playingforkeeps)
Fandoms: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
04 Sep 2018
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If he really has to lose Kravitz, which he probably will, this might be the perfect way to do it. Give it a month, maybe two, and Kravitz will realize that Taako is fundamentally broken as a person, and it’ll be absolutely fucking fine. He probably couldn’t have scripted it better himself.
Okay, great. That’s his out. All he has to do is bide his time and let the relationship run its course. The plan is, as far as he can tell, flawless.
Except it’s not.
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at your own expense by playingforkeeps for Technodrome
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)
04 Jun 2018
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“My d-man just came out to his family, but some of his soon-to-be in-laws having some trouble processing because they’re disgusting upper-class fucks. As such, he may or may not require the services of someone willing to be his one-time date, so obviously, I thought of the most beautiful man I know.”
“Aw, Shits—” Derek begins.
“But since Jack Zimmerman is both an NHL player and in a relationship, I decided you’d do.”
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Three days before his two-year Samwell reunion, Derek wakes up to find he doesn’t belong in his apartment anymore. As he jolts awake in a cold sweat from a dream he only half-remembers, exhaling a name he doesn’t let himself think about anymore, the only thing he can think is I need to go home.
Yeah, he loves California—not like New York, because New York is and will always be one of the great loves of his life—but loves it all the same, the mountains that roll into the bay like discarded scarves and the fog unfurling over San Francisco before the light has the chance to take charge and the dark gold the sun brings out in his skin. He's happy. Probably. Maybe this is what happy is supposed to feel like.
But the morning Derek wakes up with Will’s name on his lips is the morning home stops feeling like home.
In which nobody deals with their feelings, at all, ever. Until they do.
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"Byers does this thing every semester called the Muse Project, where you pick a person or a subject and your final piece for the course has to focus on them. Then at the end of the semester, there’s this coffeehouse where everyone invites their muse and shares their work. So obviously everyone picks whoever they’re dating at the time, and then they break up halfway through the semester and all the writing turns super angsty. Which would be fine, except I don’t write about people, like, ever.”
That’s a lie. He does write about people, but always in an abstract sense, and never more than once—the curve of a hip under his hand or the promise of a kiss on his neck, nothing you could spend a semester on. Before Samwell, and sometimes still, there never seems to be anyone permanent enough to write about.
A minute or so goes by before Dex speaks. “Does it have to be romantic?”
“Uh, no, not really. Just someone that inspires you.”
“So write about me.”
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followed your course, near to remorse by playingforkeeps
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)
20 Jan 2017
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Out of the corner of his eye, Will registers a black apron to his left, probably Dylan by the door. And maybe it’s bad shoes or someone spilled cream earlier, but as he turns, his feet careen out from under him. He manages to stay on his feet by the grace of some higher coffee-shop power, but soymilk sloshes all over both him and the black apron, soaking them both.
“Jesus Christ, Dylan, would you watch where you’re fucking—”
Except the apron isn’t an apron. It’s a black tank top, despite the bitter cold outside, and the guy wearing it definitely isn’t Dylan. He’s staring at the book in his hand, which is also covered with soymilk and probably totally unreadable. He’s also extraordinarily pretty in a kind of disarming way. Not hot—yeah, he’s built, but it’s something a little more than that, all big green eyes and full, parted lips. As Will tries to say something, he turns his gaze on Will, raising his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.
Oh, Will is so getting fired for this.
The coffeeshop au, from someone who truly hated barista work.
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For the first time, Bitty looks at Jack with absolute determination. “I think we need to go.”
Jack quirks an eyebrow. Bitty exhales and continues, “I want to go to this stupid gala for a charity I don’t know, and I want to dance with my boyfriend, and I want the world to see us and understand that their stupid threats aren’t worth anything because we love each other too much for that, and I’m aware that’s over the top and political but I really won’t feel right unless I do something about them."
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Nursey's arms on the arms of his chair are caging him in and he’s really, unfairly close, panting harder than he should be. His lips are just a little parted, barely enough to give away any emotion, but his pupils are blown so wide that Will can see himself in them. It’s open in a way he’s not used to, like he’s seeing Derek instead of Nursey, and it’s so raw it takes his breath away for a second. Nursey's eyebrows twitch up, a challenge that twists wrong in Will’s stomach.
Fuck it.
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When Jack realizes he’s in love with Bittle, his first response is to store it away.
Jack Zimmermann and compartmentalization.
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Rolling his eyes, Dex reaches out to yank the blanket away. “You look fine, now give it back.”
Instead, Nursey rolls away, wrapping himself into a blanket burrito. “You’re right,” he muses, “I do look good in maroon. I mean, I’d like to think I look pretty good in everything. Do you think I look good in everything, Dex?”
“You’d look better if you moved.”
“I think I look pretty good in your bed.” Tub juice is probably making him braver than usual, and he slips into his sultriest voice. “Care to join me, William?”
In which Derek Nurse isn't quite as chill as he intended.