#darkbim

I have one more after this. Sorry these are taking me so long, I came home for the weekend and have been a bit busy!

7: to shut them up

Title: Not Leaving

“Two minutes!”

“Dark.” Bim did his best— and by his best, he meant not really at all— to detach himself from Dark’s hands and mouth and stare, to push himself from his dressing room chair and leave before his makeup got ruined too badly. “I have to go. My show-“

“Won’t miss you.” Dark growled, leaving a trail of bruising kisses down Bim’s jawline and neck, effectively reducing his next protests to a moan.

“One minute!”

“But-“

“Dark!” Bim called out as he stepped into Dark’s office, a wrapped box in hand. “I got you something!” He sang happily, placing the box down on top of the desk and on top of the papers Dark was looking at. Bim wasn’t worried about being yelled at since he knew he was one of the only people that could get away with interrupting Dark without consequences.

“You got me something?” Dark raised a brow. 

“Yeah! I was at the mall with Wilford and I saw something that looked really nice and Wilford said that you’d love it.” Bim was bouncing a little, showing that he was really excited about his gift. Usually Dark was the one giving Bim things and Bim was having fun being the one giving rather than receiving. 

“Wilford helped pick this out?” Dark was expecting whatever was in this box to be something very strange or...unique.

“Yep!” Bim watched as Dark slowly opened the box, placing the lid aside before making a face. “It’s a robe!” 

“Yeah…” Dark picked up the article of clothing, feeling the thin fabric on his fingers. 

“Do you not like it?” Bim’s shoulder dropped.

“You don’t know what kind of robe this is, do you?” 

“A night robe.” Bim’s statement was more of a question. “It’s black and soft and I figured you’d like it because it feels really comfortable.”

“This is lingerie, Bim.” 

“It’s...what?” Bim’s face went bright red. 

“It’s see-through and there are panties and a bralette under the shirt.” Dark removed the black shirt and show what he was referring to.

“I-I-I didn’t buy that cause-cause of…” Bim stammered over his words. “I got it cause it’s fluffy.”

“Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” Dark grinned and got out of his seat, having a little fun with Bim’s misunderstanding and also knowing Wilford had done this on purpose.

“N-No, I just…"

"How about you give me some time, come to my room and we'll see how well your gift fits, hmm?" Dark placed a hand on Bim's jaw and tilted it up towards him.

"O-Okay." Bim squeaked.

"See you soon." Dark winked and gave Bim a quick peck on the lips before slipping out of the room.

"Holy fuck." Bim said to himself.

"You're welcome!" Wilford was at the door, hands cupped around his mouth and with the biggest shit-eating grin he could have.

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Don’t worry, it’s never too late! :D I’m just happy that you liked my HCs :) (also sorry for this being so late, work sucks)

2. Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Bim is similar to Wilford in the sense that he also has no shame; he’s got confidence to die for, and doesn’t care about the time or place.  Dark finds it a little flattering, but he’s also got a reputation to uphold, so he’ll always tell Bim to wait 

3. Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? Dark! He thinks it’s extremely relaxing and domestic to shower with Bim. It’s something intimate that only the two of them do, and he finds comfort in that.  BUT, like I said in the previous question, Bim has literally no shame or limitations. Of course he’s the one trying it make it sexy time 

11. Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? BIM! He’ll tease Dark about actually having emotions and for having a crush on him.  Dark just shakes his head and says “babe, we’re literally in a relationship”, and Bim’s smile just slowly deflates  

12. Who starts a food fight in the kitchen? Bim does, the little trouble maker.  He can get restless easily, which is unfortunate for Dark when they’re in the kitchen together.  The clean up after is annoying, but it’s actually a lot of fun to have a food fight, to Dark’s surprise.  There’s something really satisfying about it

20. Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? Bim, for sure.  He drinks a lot of caffeine throughout the day to keep his energy up HIGH! He doesn’t take into account that his body eventually crashes, usually with Dark on the couch.  His boyfriend will scold him for not taking care of himself, but he’ll still carry Bim to their room and tuck him in 

24. Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Dark, he’s into the classic romantics! He’ll pull Bim into a slow dance when it’s just the two of them, dancing together without the need for music.  Bim likes it since it’s usually the most relaxing part of his day. Dark will dip him and give him a kiss, leaving him all giggly and happy

Sorry this took so long and it’s so short! I hope you like it despite that! This was my first time writing Bim and it was pretty fun.

Short? Cute. Couldn’t think of anything else to write ^^’

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Prompt 5: “The thought of losing you scares me.”

    Early morning. Very early. So early that even the morning people weren’t even blinking open their eyes yet. Weren’t sitting up or stretching or contemplating coffee.

    They lay in bed together. Dark curled into Bim’s chest, eyes closed. For once, he looked peaceful. For once, he didn’t look angry. Or ready to kill.

Bim tightened his arms around Dark, drawing him a bit closer. The entity was ice-cold, but Bim had long gotten used to that. Gotten used to icy fingers touching his warm, bare skin.

It was never affectionate. Never tender or gentle. But he was used to that too. Dark was none of those things.

But Bim loved him anyway.

“The thought of losing you …” Bim breathed, so low only the silence and four AM gloom could hear him. “It scares me.”

67. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?

Usually, it’s Dark that is the grumpy one, the one that needs cheering up, the one that’s sitting in a corner pouting over something that no one knows and only his boyfriend could calm him down.

No one was ready for when Bim was the one that was angry at the world for reasons even he didn’t understand. 

Bim sat on the couch in the Iplier Manor living room, tv turned off since the noise was now just adding to his headache. He wasn’t sure what was making him so angry today, everything just felt off and he hated it. 

“Rare to see you without at least something making sound,” Dark commented as he stepped into the room, knowing Bim was in a bad mood when Wilford told him that he didn’t want to record today. Bim was always dying to be on camera and him saying no was a major red flag for Wilford. 

“I just, I don’t know.” Bim sighed, slumping down further into the couch. 

“Bad day or one of those days?” Dark asked, sitting with Bim.

“One of those days, I guess.” Bim shrugged. “I just want to hide away from the world but punch the shit out of it at the same time.” 

“Sounds like me most mornings,” Dark said with a little laugh, sighing when Bim just continued to chew on his lip. “Thought that would make you at least chuckle.” 

“I don’t think I can today.” Bim curled up tighter into his pout. 

“That’s sad to hear.” Dark leaned back himself and laid an arm across the back of the couch, across Bim’s shoulders. “I guess we both can be the grouchy one.” 

“You’re not grouchy, you’re just…well…” Bim made a face when he couldn’t think of a different word. 

“Easily annoyed, stubborn, meticulous to a fault, thick head-”

“I was going to say ‘set in your ways’.” Bim shrugged. 

“So, stubborn?” Dark asked with a pursed lip.  

“If you want to call it that.” Bim found himself chuckling a little at Dark’s own face.

“Now, have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?” Dark asked, turning his body to face Bim. “I thought you couldn’t do that today?”  

“Kind of hard to with you around.” Bim’s cheeks flushed a little at his own words. 

“Still the soft one even on a grumpy day.” Dark teased, pressing his nose to Bim’s temple before giving it a kiss. 

“I’m not that soft.” Bim weakly protested.

“You’re like a new puppy.” Dark hummed.

“I’m not a-” Bim got cut short by Dark kissing him on the lips.  

Idk what this is… it’s kind of pointless… but I enjoy protective, slowly-dangerous Dark.

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Prompt: “It’s nothing. It’s just a bruise.”

    “When were you going to tell me?” Dark appeared very suddenly behind him as he was heading down the hallway, flipping half-heartedly through the pages of his newest script.

    “What?” Bim turned around, genuinely surprised. He adjusted his sunglasses. “What’re you talking about?”

    With one, smooth motion Dark plucked the sunglasses from his face, revealing an ugly, red-blue-black bruise covering his left eye. He scowled, and with a flourish of his fingers made the sunglasses disappear. “I’m talking about that. One of your contestants attacked you.”

    “So?” Bim snorted and turned back to his script, hoping his hair- frizzy today, the humidity wasn’t doing it any favors- in his face would hide his hideous black eye. “It’s nothing. Just a bruise.”

    Dark wasn’t having any of it. He slid two fingers beneath Bim’s chin, forcing his eyes up. Forcing him to make eye contact. And when he spoke again, he spoke slowly. “I assume you punished him?”

    “Nah.” Bim shrugged. “He ran. It’s fine. It happens all the time. Contestants fight back.”

    Dark leaned forward. Pressed his lips to Bim’s. He was gentle, but Bim could feel his anger. Could tell he was dancing a razor edge.

    “Would you like me to punish him for you?” Dark asked when he pulled away, hovered close, a dangerous, almost eager gleam to his eyes.

    Bim smiled despite how the movement hurt his eye. “Fetch him for me, and we’ll punish him together.”

Dark chuckled; a low rumble through his chest. “Sometimes I forget that you are as much a monster as I.”

“Well,” Bim purred, his script forgotten, his humiliation gone. This time it was he who leaned in. He who kissed Dark, murmuring against his lips, “let me prove it to you.”

“As you wish.” Dark returned his kiss hungrily, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Title: Gentle

“Be gentle!”

“I’m trying! And I really don’t see why you’re having me do this. I’m sure Wilford-”

“Just shut up and do it, Trimmer.” Dark shifted his weight and bit back a hiss as sharp, shooting pain crawled through his wings and back.

He refused to show even a moment’s weakness in front of Bim Trimmer, even though their deal ensured he would have to keep his mouth shut about anything that occurred here in Dark’s bedroom.

“Fine,” Bim said, then added, “don’t forget your end of the deal.”

Dark grunted. Secrets were a small price to pay for the grooming of his crippled wings. He couldn’t stand to see the beautiful black feathers go to ruin, and he was unable to maintain that beauty himself.