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a snippet of my bobby piece for @qsmpzine!!

text below the cut as well as in the image description!

Bobby is pretty sure he’s never seen the sun before. He doesn’t remember much, before this strange waiting, being ushered into a soft display case and staring out, looking for someone– someones– he didn’t yet know. But he’s pretty sure he would remember the sun. It glows big and orange in the sky, like a ripe fruit, and as he toddles after his new parents, two pairs of eyes flick over him with concern. He grows confident, after their cooing– the way his apá had talked to him, right off the bat, made him feel strong, wanted, loved. And his mamá– she talked to him like he was that big ball of orange, like the horizon stretched out before him. Bobby jumps into the river, partly just to show off, partly to hear them scream, and partly to feel the water against his skin. He’s also confident, now, that he’s never been outside. All this feels wonderfully new. Still, he crosses the stream, crawling onto the shore on the other side. Though he shivers in the morning air, the sun warms his skin, as do the matching grins on his parents’ faces. They look proud, and so, so happy. He decides, in that moment, that he wants to see that look all the time.

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forgot about this little bit i put in viva las vegas that made me laugh

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bell what's your favourite wip rn. or the one you're having the most fun with

viva las vegas baby!! obsessedduo is so fun to write and this one is going to be extremely Them in all the best ways :D

“More,” he demands, and Cellbit would never tell him no.

He marks up his throat from jawline to collarbone, dark, purple bruises that ache already and Roier knows he'll be poking for days, gleefully reminding himself that Cellbit put those marks on him, that he made him his.

idr if i've posted this snippet before but here have it

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how about 69 for the spotify wrapped drabble ask game?? haha nice 😎 and if that’s been asked already how about 75?? 👁👁

69 was already asked but 75 is dirty computer by janelle monae (song of all time fr) so here's a bagina drabble that gained a mind of its own and is no longer a drabble:

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Tina knows Bagi would have her in any room of the house. Not-- Not like that, although she knows that's probably just as true. But Bagi's words only go skin-deep, at least to Tina's ears, and the self-doubt creeps much deeper. So she sleeps on a couch in the kitchen.

It's silly and strange and it makes her cheeks flush when Bagi notices. But instead of making a whole big thing of it, she simply drags another couch into the kitchen and sleeps alongside her. As if it's perfectly normal. As if Tina isn't a complete freak with astronomical intimacy issues.

When Bagi holds her hand, awkwardly stretched out across the space between them, Tina has to try to avoid screaming into the couch cushion. She can't let Bagi see how actually weird she is. How self-conscious and wrapped up in her own perceptions of herself, how it makes her shake when Bagi shows her any affection at all. No, Bagi can't see any of that. That's why Tina is terrified every time they grow closer. Scared shitless that Bagi will finally, finally see the rot inside her, all the horrible things that drive everyone away, that make sure Tina will always be alone with herself.

Tina comes back to Bagi's house one night expecting the same gentle smile she always gets and another long night tossing and turning on the sofa. She gets the former, Bagi turning the hall to see her and her eyes lighting up, her expression cooling itself from excitement to welcome. Tina wishes she didn't do that to her. She's breaking even other people's feelings now.

But instead of sliding onto the sofa next to her, Bagi takes her hand and tugs her down the hall. Tina registers each turn, remembers exactly how to go back to the kitchen. But all those directions flee her mind when she steps inside the room Bagi brings her to.

"For us?" Tina says, and then her hands dart up to her face, covering her mouth. The assumption is too much, too soon-- even sleeping in the same room had made her head swim, made her so ashamed and excited that her stomach had turned.

Bagi nods, though. "For us, Tina. Do you like it?"

Tina doesn't have words to respond with. The fact that Bagi's made them up a room, that she's invited Tina into her home and into her bed, is so much that Tina nearly warps away. But she forces herself to stay, for Bagi. To see the smile stretch across her face when she says yes.

"Yes! Yeah, I love it. I like it a lot."

"We can change anything you don't like," Bagi says, gentle, again, like she's calming the startled animal that is Tina.

"No! No, I like it, it's great. It's, um. It's very us." The word tastes strange in her mouth, but it's true. And she hates lying to Bagi.

"So you'll stay?" Bagi looks chagrined at herself for blurting that out. It's one of the few times Tina has seen her break like that, and she realizes that she likes it. She likes it a lot.

"Yes, I'll stay. Wherever you'll have me," Tina lets out in a whisper, and Bagi's smile is blinding.

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hiiii falls on my ass and drops a 🌹

Roier brushes his nose against Cellbit’s cheek and lets their necks press together, breathing against Cellbit's pulse until he can hear it jump.  “Stay with me,” Cellbit begs. “Stay with me, please.” “I'm right here,” Roier whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

from a regret-era spiderbit thing i started working on recently

[for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random snippet of a random WIP i'm currently writing]

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Baghera shrugs. “I ship it, honestly.”  Bad sputters. “There’s nothing to ship! They’re already married! This was all a scam!”  “Bebou, they paid us, not the other way around. If anything, we scammed them.”  Bad’s eyes light up at that. Roier can tell that there is nothing this man loves more than the idea of scamming people. Perhaps annoying them, considering how the ceremony had gone.

another snippet from ¡viva las vegas!

[for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing]

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if i send 16 roses at once do i get 16 wips

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Cellbit crawls into bed, pulling a sleep shirt over his head before collapsing next to Roier. He curls up next to him and wraps an arm around his waist, burrowing against his skin. Roier laughs, running his hand through Cellbit’s hair.  “Sleepy kitty?” He teases.  Cellbit kisses his hip above his sleep shorts and buries his face in his stomach.  “Tô cansado,” he murmurs against Roier’s skin, ignoring that he’s essentially confirming Roier’s statement.  Roier laughs again, the vibration of it shaking Cellbit’s head and making his hair fall over his eyes. 

you can have a slightly longer snippet although i definitely have more than 16 wips (<- fear and terror)

[for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing]