i humbly request, a littl author n bim. mayhaps -totally not pumpkin
of course, totally not pumpkin 😏
love ur bim with all my heart hdknfks sorry about all the shit being sent ur way <3

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i humbly request, a littl author n bim. mayhaps -totally not pumpkin
of course, totally not pumpkin 😏
love ur bim with all my heart hdknfks sorry about all the shit being sent ur way <3
arson what if author and bim started dating?
Skbhfjf I’m-
You really said let me go after all of your accounts, huh? Anyway, I’d cry /j
If it’s not too late, I’d like kiss prompt “Under the stars” for Bim and Author!
Title: Theatrics
Bim wasn’t sure why the Author always insisted on meeting at midnight, but he did know that the man loved theatrics.
“Do you have what I asked for?” The Author’s gaze raked up and down Bim’s body as he approached, seemingly melting from the shadows of the woods like he was part of them. Which, Bim thought, he probably did.
“Why of course,” he purred, gesturing to his car, which waited by the highway. “One contestant, waiting in the trunk. I hope you didn’t mind that I had a little bit of fun with him first.”
“I don’t mind at all.” The Author started toward the car, but Bim held a hand up, arching one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Not so fast,” he said, “what about my end of the deal?”
“Oh, of course.” From his back pocket he pulled a battered, leather-bound journal, so small it fit in the palm of his hand. He offered it to Bim, then just as quickly snatched it back when the show host grabbed for it. “Not so fast. Don’t we have to seal the deal first?”
Suppressing a glimmer of irritation, Bim forced a smooth smile to his face. “How could I forget?”
The kiss, as always, was deep. Hungry. More so than it needed to be. But the Author did love theatrics, and as long as Bim got what he needed, he was more than happy to play along.
what if metaphorically speaking, author and bim were gay and they kissed -you know who
What if, metaphorically, I call you the gay anon?
Anyway, sibcjvg I’d say congrats and shove them down a well /j