Can you please do 67 for Bim and Wil? You’re right when you say Bim is a very shippable character 👌
HAVE. SOME. ANGST. BECAUSE I WANT TO MAKE YOU ALL (AND MYSELF) SUFFER TODAY. Also I’m going to tag this ship as “bimford” since Idk what else to call it.
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Prompt 67: “I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”
“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.” The words were whispered in his ear as he pretended to sleep, as a gentle thumb stroked his cheek.
Bim kept his eyes closed, even as a kiss was pressed to his forehead, even as the warm arms withdrew and the bed jostled as Wilford got up and left. Only after the pink ego’s footsteps had faded away did he dare crack open his eyes.
It was cold without him, and Bim wondered why he kept doing this. Kept returning to Wilford’s bed and his arms and his half-baked love when, ultimately, his leash was held by Dark. When Wilford would always leave in the middle of the night. When they never really could be together.
“I think I’ve been in love with you all along,” he whispered to the empty side of the bed that, moments ago, was alive and safe and warm. A single tear trickled down his cheek, solitary because he bit back the rest. He would not cry over Wilford Warfstache.
He rolled over to face the wall, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to sleep.
