hold me like you held onto life
[This is my Vam writing journal name.]
744 words; one-shot
Title: A Tear-Stained Breakdown
Author: druscilla_way or obvious_garden
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yeah.
Summary: Bam hears some words. Ville speaks some of his own.
A Tear-Stained Breakdown
Bam walked into the house, calmly and silent. That was odd. He kept his eyes directly in front of him as he walked past the living room and into his own. That was cause enough for a few people to turn their eyes to Ville, who was already standing and walking after his boyfriend.
The stereo in Bam’s room turned on, blocking the noise of the conversation from any ears other than the blue-eyed boy and his lover.
Ville’s finger left the play button as he walked toward Bam’s bed. The boy was already hidden under the blankets, face buried in his pillow. He made no sound, but his shoulders were shaking from the tears.
“Bammie?” Ville’s voice was soft and the bed dipped as he sat down, a hand coming up to stroke the boy’s thick locks. “Bammie, love, what is it?”
The younger shook his head, putting up a hand and moving it around blindly, trying to push Ville away. Instead, the Finn grabbed it, planting a light kiss to the palm. Bam pulled away violently.
There was a slight hurt in Ville’s face, but drastically overshadowed by fear and worry. He gently pulled the covers off the trembling boy, slipping a hand under his shirt and rubbing his back. “Bam, what is it?” Now, between the tracks of the CD, he could hear quiet hiccups, muffled by the pillow. Ville lowered his head, lips brushing Bam’s ear. “Love?” he murmured. “Talk to me.”
It was almost a squeak that came out as Bam shook his head once more. Ville’s teeth bit as his lip, green eyes lightening. Then, he put his hands on Bam’s shoulders and forcibly turned him over. It was a fight. The younger boy’s body tensed and his short nails clawed at any part of Ville they could. One way or another, however, Bam ended up on his back.
His face was coated in tears that were mixed with sweat and dust. “Bammie,” Ville purred softly, a hand coming up to brush the curls from his lover’s face, “tell me.”
“Why didn’t you?” Bam demanded suddenly, sitting up and wiping as his cheeks with his hands.
Ville’s eyes were confused. “Why didn’t I what, love?”
“Tell me.” Bam said coldly. When Ville continued to look at him blankly, the skateboard lost it. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick of me!”
The yell was loud enough that the people congregated in the living room heard it.
Ville looked as though he had been slapped, then he just looked angry. “Who did you hear that from?” he growled.
“Why’s it matter?”
“Because it’s horse shit!” Ville snapped. “If I were sick of you, you’d fucking know it, Bam Margera.”
“Get out of my room.”
“Our room.” Ville said, voice cool as glass.
“Get out!”
“No.”
They both glared at each other for a moment and when Bam tried to leave, Ville gripped his arm to the paint of pain. “You’re not going. Anywhere.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” Bam insisted, sounding very much like he was thirteen.
“Someone needs to.”
“Fuck you.”
There was another glaring contest and Bam once more struggled to leave. This time it ended with Bam halfway to the door and Ville’s arms around him, pinning his own to his sides.
“Why would I be sick of you?” Ville asked. Despite his tight grip on Bam, the kiss on his cheek was gentle.
“Because I do so much stupid shit. And I flirt too much. And because I’m so obsessive. And because . . .” Bam’s voice cracked. “. . . because you’re too good for me.”
Ville’s grip on bam kept him from falling to the floor as he burst into tears. “I . . . I’m . . . s-sorry.” Bam managed to get out as Ville picked him up and set him lightly on the bed.
“Don’t be.” A hand lifted Bam’s chin up to look into green eyes. “None of those things are true. I love you. For better and worse.”
Bam hiccupped. “They say that at weddings.” His hand brushed Ville’s cheek.
“This is as close as we’ll get, love. We both know you’re not the marrying type.” Ville took the hand on his cheek in his own, kissing it.
“I could be.” Bam said.
“I don’t want you because of what you could be, Bammie. I want you because of what you are.”
744 words; one-shot
Title: A Tear-Stained Breakdown
Author: druscilla_way or obvious_garden
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yeah.
Summary: Bam hears some words. Ville speaks some of his own.
A Tear-Stained Breakdown
Bam walked into the house, calmly and silent. That was odd. He kept his eyes directly in front of him as he walked past the living room and into his own. That was cause enough for a few people to turn their eyes to Ville, who was already standing and walking after his boyfriend.
The stereo in Bam’s room turned on, blocking the noise of the conversation from any ears other than the blue-eyed boy and his lover.
Ville’s finger left the play button as he walked toward Bam’s bed. The boy was already hidden under the blankets, face buried in his pillow. He made no sound, but his shoulders were shaking from the tears.
“Bammie?” Ville’s voice was soft and the bed dipped as he sat down, a hand coming up to stroke the boy’s thick locks. “Bammie, love, what is it?”
The younger shook his head, putting up a hand and moving it around blindly, trying to push Ville away. Instead, the Finn grabbed it, planting a light kiss to the palm. Bam pulled away violently.
There was a slight hurt in Ville’s face, but drastically overshadowed by fear and worry. He gently pulled the covers off the trembling boy, slipping a hand under his shirt and rubbing his back. “Bam, what is it?” Now, between the tracks of the CD, he could hear quiet hiccups, muffled by the pillow. Ville lowered his head, lips brushing Bam’s ear. “Love?” he murmured. “Talk to me.”
It was almost a squeak that came out as Bam shook his head once more. Ville’s teeth bit as his lip, green eyes lightening. Then, he put his hands on Bam’s shoulders and forcibly turned him over. It was a fight. The younger boy’s body tensed and his short nails clawed at any part of Ville they could. One way or another, however, Bam ended up on his back.
His face was coated in tears that were mixed with sweat and dust. “Bammie,” Ville purred softly, a hand coming up to brush the curls from his lover’s face, “tell me.”
“Why didn’t you?” Bam demanded suddenly, sitting up and wiping as his cheeks with his hands.
Ville’s eyes were confused. “Why didn’t I what, love?”
“Tell me.” Bam said coldly. When Ville continued to look at him blankly, the skateboard lost it. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick of me!”
The yell was loud enough that the people congregated in the living room heard it.
Ville looked as though he had been slapped, then he just looked angry. “Who did you hear that from?” he growled.
“Why’s it matter?”
“Because it’s horse shit!” Ville snapped. “If I were sick of you, you’d fucking know it, Bam Margera.”
“Get out of my room.”
“Our room.” Ville said, voice cool as glass.
“Get out!”
“No.”
They both glared at each other for a moment and when Bam tried to leave, Ville gripped his arm to the paint of pain. “You’re not going. Anywhere.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” Bam insisted, sounding very much like he was thirteen.
“Someone needs to.”
“Fuck you.”
There was another glaring contest and Bam once more struggled to leave. This time it ended with Bam halfway to the door and Ville’s arms around him, pinning his own to his sides.
“Why would I be sick of you?” Ville asked. Despite his tight grip on Bam, the kiss on his cheek was gentle.
“Because I do so much stupid shit. And I flirt too much. And because I’m so obsessive. And because . . .” Bam’s voice cracked. “. . . because you’re too good for me.”
Ville’s grip on bam kept him from falling to the floor as he burst into tears. “I . . . I’m . . . s-sorry.” Bam managed to get out as Ville picked him up and set him lightly on the bed.
“Don’t be.” A hand lifted Bam’s chin up to look into green eyes. “None of those things are true. I love you. For better and worse.”
Bam hiccupped. “They say that at weddings.” His hand brushed Ville’s cheek.
“This is as close as we’ll get, love. We both know you’re not the marrying type.” Ville took the hand on his cheek in his own, kissing it.
“I could be.” Bam said.
“I don’t want you because of what you could be, Bammie. I want you because of what you are.”