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Hello, All! Been lurking for a long time. This is my first shot at a VAM fic, not sure if it's going to be a one-shot or more. Lemme know if it's any good, or if I should continue. Not sure if my cuts work or not...
Title: I Was In Love
Pairing: Vam
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: DK, DO, NH
“I was in love. For the first time in my life, I was truly in love. Not lust, not “like”, not anything silly like that. True love. This love had a name; Bam Margera. Perhaps you’ve heard of him? He’s the idiot seen on MTV jumping off roofs and fork-lifting his mother’s car onto a patio 100 feet in the air. He’s also the sweetest, sexiest man you will ever meet in your life. How do I know? Because he’s mine, and I say so. Actually, he’s an absolute goober, but as he’s sitting on my lap right now, I’ll tell you that he’s sweet. “
Suddenly, hands grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled them away from the keyboard of the computer I was sitting at. I laughed.
“Willa!!! You’ve been sitting there for ages!”
“Bammi, that’s the first and only paragraph I’ve written for this manuscript they want me to write.”
“But it took you 10 minutes to write it!” I couldn’t help but laugh at his innocence as he gave me the infamous puppy dog eyes.
“Can’t you amuse yourself for 10 minutes, Sweetheart?”
He grinned at me mischievously, and I knew that he was about to send my concentration straight to hell. Oh well. He’s worth it. Bam sat down on my desk, shoving my keyboard aside.
“Well, I suppose I could probably..” he began to run his hand along his belly, seductively fingering the tattoo that we shared, “keep myself” he unzipped his black jeans, “occupied. I’d much rather you do it for me though, Willa.” His hand reached down into his pants and I felt myself harden at the sight. He is so damn sexy. He must have noticed my eyes glazing over in lust because he placed his hands on my cheeks and looked me dead in the eyes.
“Ville, I love you. I want you to make me yours.” I knew what he was referring to. We had been together for just shy of 6 months officially, having taken years for us to realize how we felt about one another, and yet I had never made love to him. Oh, don’t get me wrong, we’d done plenty of other interesting things, and he had made love to me several times, but I wasn’t exactly an amateur in that area. He was. Yes, can you believe it? Sexy, confident, arrogant Bam had never taken it in the ass! Don’t laugh now! He had asked me many times, but I can remember the pain of my first time, and I wasn’t too eager to cause that pain for him.
“Bammi, you know how I feel about this..”
“Look, Ville, I will tell you to stop if I can’t take the pain, but c’mon. I’ve jumped off buildings, broken more bones than I knew I had…I think I can take one for the team!”
I was beginning to cave. Gods knew I wanted him so badly I could taste it. My already aching erection twitched shamelessly at the prospect of being inside of him, of losing myself in his heat. My body shivered with lust and he grinned at me.
“You know you want to, Willa Walo. Why not just give in to it?”
“Because, Bam! You’re more than just a fuck to me. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you. I love you too much.” I crossed my arms, feeling guilty for yelling at him. I was pouting and he knew that. He knelt down in front of me, nudging my legs apart until he was between my knees.
“Listen to me right now, Ville Hermanni Valo. I love you. I’m not a child. I know that it’s going to hurt, I’m not a n’idiot.”
“Your ass says otherwise.” I grinned, cackling at my own joke in an attempt to change topics.
“Oh, ha ha. So does yours. Stop trying to distract me! What was I saying? Oh yeah..” He was so cute when he was confused. “I know it’s going to hurt, but you’ve fingered me before and that felt wonderful!”
“First of all, it was one finger. And I tend to think that I’m a little bit bigger than a finger. Second of all, you were drunk, and you bitched the next morning that it hurt.”
“Well of course it hurt! You did stick your finger in my precious ass! I want you, Ville. What do I have to do to make you believe that? I want you…” he kissed my neck, “Inside of me..” He kissed my collarbone “I want to feel your cock inside of me. “ he pulled off my shirt “ I want you to come inside of me” I moaned, my head falling back as his hand found my cock through the rough fabric of my jeans. “I want you. All of you. I love watching your eyes roll into your head when I’m fucking you. I love how your body clenches around my dick and all I can think about is coming inside of you, of watching your face while I make you come with my hand.” God damn, he was sexy…his nimble fingers undid my jeans and freed my erection. He began pumping, slowly, gently, not enough friction to make me come, just enough to make me moan.
“God, Bam…Bammi…I want to come…so badly. I’m so hard for you. Please, just fuck me..”
He shook his head and I moaned in annoyance.
“Not this time, Ville. I want you to fuck me, otherwise you’ll have to take care of your little…erm… BIG problem on your own.” He squeezed my cock a bit roughly, just how he knew I liked it the most. He knew he was winning the battle. I contemplated a cold bed, alone with my right hand, and it almost made me soft just thinking about sleeping away from Bam, because I knew that if I refused him again he would pout and sleep on the couch. It had happened too many times before for me to fool myself. Wanking off is always good, but not when you’re really horny, only when you’re bored and need something to do.
“Bammi, are you sure..?”
“Yes, Ville, fuck yes!”
I’d had enough. I stood up, grabbing his hand and walking in a beeline to our bedroom. Once inside, I shut and locked the door before pushing him roughly up against it and kissing him passionately. Our tongues intertwined and he moaned loudly at the force of it. I knew that he loved it when I took control. At heart, Bam is a bottom, a submissive, I had just never allowed him to explore that. My hands reached down none to gently and cupped his dick, palming it slightly. He moaned loudly against my lips, his fingers in my hair, on my face, anywhere that didn’t hinder my advances. Such a good little submissive he is. I pulled off his shirt, immediately sucking on his nipple until it hardened and he gasped at the feeling. I love all the sounds that he makes, I concentrate on counting them to keep myself at bay. I want to last the first time long enough for him to at least begin to enjoy it, after all. Without further hesitation, I unfastened his pants and pulled them down, leaving his boxers in place. He stepped out of them and I kicked them to the side before kneeling down in front of him. His body was shaking and his erection twitched at the minor friction from me removing his pants. I couldn’t help but laugh at the teepee his boxers formed.
“Willa!” he began to whine, “Stop laughing and suck me! I want to feel the back of your throat.”
“Well, when you’re such a sweet talker, how can I refuse?”
I gently unbuttoned his boxers, allowing the head of his cock to poke through, already seeping out precome. I took the smallest part of the tip into my mouth and ran my tongue through the slit, sending a shudder through his entire body. I felt his fingers entwine in my curls, urging me to continue. My hand snaked up the leg of his boxers and I grasped the base of his shaft, pumping once, twice before holding my hand still. I released his head from my mouth, allowing my breath to caress his oh-so-sensitive skin. He moaned suddenly, his hands tightening their grip on my hair. The slight pain from his urgent tugs on my hair sent shivers of pleasure straight down to my cock and I made a small moan. Without any warning, I wrapped my mouth around his entire cock, swallowing him until my lips connected with the his freshly shaven skin, and his head hit the back of my throat. He couldn’t suppress the scream of pleasure that erupted from his throat, a guttural cry that turned me on more than anything else he’d done. I sucked on his soft skin, a bit more roughly than usual, but I could tell that he loved it.
“Ville, Ville…Stop, or I’m going to come…God..”
I pumped him once more with my hand and he moaned, “Really, Ville! I’m so close…god, you’re so fucking hot…”
I smiled at the Bam-way of saying he loves me. “I love you too, Sweetheart.”
He bent down and grabbed my arms, pulling me back to my feet. When I was standing, he wrapped his arms around me, and his mouth collided with mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues battling for dominance though neither of us cared who won. He shoved me roughly down onto the bed, straddling my lap in one smooth motion. I grabbed his hips with my hands and ground my still-clad hips up against him. I moaned, my head falling back onto the pillow and my eyes shutting tightly. He quickly unfastened my jeans and slid them down my hips, freeing my aching hard-on. Who needs underwear anyway? I pulled him back up until he was eye level with me and kissed him deeply.
“Ville, I want to suck you.”
“Sweetheart, as much as I would love to feel your beautiful mouth on my dick, if you do that, I won’t last long enough to fuck you.” He shuddered at my erotic words.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” He moved off of me, laying down on his back next to me and putting his hands behind his head. “In that case, let’s get this show on the road, you sexy Finnie-land man.”
I felt that hesitation creeping it’s way back, and I guess he could see that because he whapped me upside the head with his pillow. “Willa Walo, you stop thinking right now and fuck me!”
I reached into our bedside table for the chocolate flavored lube that he loved so much. I squirted some onto my fingers and seductively licked it off, rolling my tongue around my finger like I would do to his cock. Then, I squirted a bit onto the tip of his cock and playfully licked it off. His cock twitched at even the slight contact.
“Ville, please, I need you now!”
“Getting impatient, are we?” I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked gently.
“Ville, please!”
“All right, all right. Mr. Impatient- Pants.” I lubed my index finger liberally before pressing it gently into his tight entrance to the first knuckle. I felt him tense. “Relax, Bammi.”
“Well, it’s been an exit only for a long time now!” He grinned at me. “Seriously, Ville, it doesn’t really hurt…keep going.”
I pushed the finger in all the way, allowing him to adjust before pulling back out and adding a second. He winced in pain. “Are you all right, Sweetheart? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no, it’s all right. Just go slowly for me.”
I nodded, “Of course, Baby.” I slowly pulled my fingers out, pushing them back in and repeating the process until his groans of pain became moans of pleasure. I found his prostate, flicking it hard and fast with my two fingers until he began to pant and moan loudly with the pleasure quickly overwhelming him. I scissored my fingers, preparing him for the stretch that was to come.
“More, Ville! I need you!”
I spread an unnecessarily large amount of lube on my cock and positioned my tip against his opening. He nodded at me, grasping my hand. Slowly, so slowly, I entered him, just the head of my cock. I almost came right them just from the warmth of him encompassing me. It was so beautiful. He hissed in pain at something much larger, if I do say so myself, than a finger stretching him. “God, Bammi…you’re so tight…so hot…I’m not going to last very long.”
“Ville, I love you so much.”
“I love you, Bammi.” Bam grabbed my hips and pulled me into him until I was seated to my hilt. I screamed at the sensation of it and he yelled out in pain. I stayed still to allow him to get used to it. I kissed his neck, his cheeks, his eyelids, murmuring words of love and endearment until I felt him relax around me.
“Bammi, are you good? Can I move?”
He nodded at me, “Just go slow, Baby.”
“Of course, My Love. Any time you want me to stop, just say so.”
I pulled out slowly, until I was barely inside, then pushed back in equally slowly. I continued this pattern for a few minutes until he sighed in frustration, “Ville, for God’s sake, you’re not going to break me!”
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to-“
“Ville, shut up and fuck me!”
I didn’t need to hear it twice, I pulled out and slammed back into him, harden than I should have, pulling myself up a bit at the end of each stroke to hit his prostate. He moaned loudly, “God, yes, Right there, Ville!” In and out, hearing his moans of pleasure, hearing him call my name, it was almost too much for me and I fought against the familiar tightening of my belly signaling my impending climax. I gripped his cock between us and began to stroke him in time with hitting his prostate. His back arched, his legs wrapped around my waist pulling me closer.
“Ville, oh god, Ville…I’m so close…so close…Keep moving!”
I couldn’t fight against it, it washed over me in wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure, “Bammi, I’m gonna come…” I felt my cock jerk, and I rammed into him, “Bammi, I’m coming!!” With a few more thrusts, I felt my seed shoot out into him, and I continued my frantic tugs on his cock until I felt him tense, “Ville, here I come…Oh, oh god..!! Ville, Marry me!!” His come shot out between us, coating our stomachs and chests. His face at that moment was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Finally, after we had both reached out peaks, I allowed myself to lie down atop him, nestling my face into his neck. Our hearts pounded against each other’s chests like caged birds trying desperately to escape. I looked at him, his face flushed, his eyes closed, and he was beautiful. My Bammi.
“Yes.” I said quietly, once I was coherent enough to speak.
“What, Baby?”
“I said yes.” He looked at me, his eyes wide.
“Yes? You mean…”
I nodded. “Yes, Brandon Margera. I will marry you.”
He smiled before reaching under our pillow and pulling out a small black velvet box. He opened it, and inside was a set of titanium wedding bands, each set with a black onyx heartagram, and each with our names engraved on the inside, “Brandon Cole Margera” and “Ville Hermanni Valo” I could have cried, they were so beautiful. All I could do was say “Yes” again. Bam gently placed the ring engraved with his name on my left ring finger, and despite my shaking hands, I did the same to him with the ring engraved with my name. He kissed me gently, lovingly, and I couldn’t help but start to feel the prickling of tears behind my eyes. I wrapped my arms around him, and felt him do the same.
I was in love. For the first time in my life, I was truly in love. Not lust, not “like”, not anything silly like that. True love. This love had a name; Bam Margera. My Bammi. My Love.
Title: I Was In Love
Pairing: Vam
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: DK, DO, NH
“I was in love. For the first time in my life, I was truly in love. Not lust, not “like”, not anything silly like that. True love. This love had a name; Bam Margera. Perhaps you’ve heard of him? He’s the idiot seen on MTV jumping off roofs and fork-lifting his mother’s car onto a patio 100 feet in the air. He’s also the sweetest, sexiest man you will ever meet in your life. How do I know? Because he’s mine, and I say so. Actually, he’s an absolute goober, but as he’s sitting on my lap right now, I’ll tell you that he’s sweet. “
Suddenly, hands grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled them away from the keyboard of the computer I was sitting at. I laughed.
“Willa!!! You’ve been sitting there for ages!”
“Bammi, that’s the first and only paragraph I’ve written for this manuscript they want me to write.”
“But it took you 10 minutes to write it!” I couldn’t help but laugh at his innocence as he gave me the infamous puppy dog eyes.
“Can’t you amuse yourself for 10 minutes, Sweetheart?”
He grinned at me mischievously, and I knew that he was about to send my concentration straight to hell. Oh well. He’s worth it. Bam sat down on my desk, shoving my keyboard aside.
“Well, I suppose I could probably..” he began to run his hand along his belly, seductively fingering the tattoo that we shared, “keep myself” he unzipped his black jeans, “occupied. I’d much rather you do it for me though, Willa.” His hand reached down into his pants and I felt myself harden at the sight. He is so damn sexy. He must have noticed my eyes glazing over in lust because he placed his hands on my cheeks and looked me dead in the eyes.
“Ville, I love you. I want you to make me yours.” I knew what he was referring to. We had been together for just shy of 6 months officially, having taken years for us to realize how we felt about one another, and yet I had never made love to him. Oh, don’t get me wrong, we’d done plenty of other interesting things, and he had made love to me several times, but I wasn’t exactly an amateur in that area. He was. Yes, can you believe it? Sexy, confident, arrogant Bam had never taken it in the ass! Don’t laugh now! He had asked me many times, but I can remember the pain of my first time, and I wasn’t too eager to cause that pain for him.
“Bammi, you know how I feel about this..”
“Look, Ville, I will tell you to stop if I can’t take the pain, but c’mon. I’ve jumped off buildings, broken more bones than I knew I had…I think I can take one for the team!”
I was beginning to cave. Gods knew I wanted him so badly I could taste it. My already aching erection twitched shamelessly at the prospect of being inside of him, of losing myself in his heat. My body shivered with lust and he grinned at me.
“You know you want to, Willa Walo. Why not just give in to it?”
“Because, Bam! You’re more than just a fuck to me. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you. I love you too much.” I crossed my arms, feeling guilty for yelling at him. I was pouting and he knew that. He knelt down in front of me, nudging my legs apart until he was between my knees.
“Listen to me right now, Ville Hermanni Valo. I love you. I’m not a child. I know that it’s going to hurt, I’m not a n’idiot.”
“Your ass says otherwise.” I grinned, cackling at my own joke in an attempt to change topics.
“Oh, ha ha. So does yours. Stop trying to distract me! What was I saying? Oh yeah..” He was so cute when he was confused. “I know it’s going to hurt, but you’ve fingered me before and that felt wonderful!”
“First of all, it was one finger. And I tend to think that I’m a little bit bigger than a finger. Second of all, you were drunk, and you bitched the next morning that it hurt.”
“Well of course it hurt! You did stick your finger in my precious ass! I want you, Ville. What do I have to do to make you believe that? I want you…” he kissed my neck, “Inside of me..” He kissed my collarbone “I want to feel your cock inside of me. “ he pulled off my shirt “ I want you to come inside of me” I moaned, my head falling back as his hand found my cock through the rough fabric of my jeans. “I want you. All of you. I love watching your eyes roll into your head when I’m fucking you. I love how your body clenches around my dick and all I can think about is coming inside of you, of watching your face while I make you come with my hand.” God damn, he was sexy…his nimble fingers undid my jeans and freed my erection. He began pumping, slowly, gently, not enough friction to make me come, just enough to make me moan.
“God, Bam…Bammi…I want to come…so badly. I’m so hard for you. Please, just fuck me..”
He shook his head and I moaned in annoyance.
“Not this time, Ville. I want you to fuck me, otherwise you’ll have to take care of your little…erm… BIG problem on your own.” He squeezed my cock a bit roughly, just how he knew I liked it the most. He knew he was winning the battle. I contemplated a cold bed, alone with my right hand, and it almost made me soft just thinking about sleeping away from Bam, because I knew that if I refused him again he would pout and sleep on the couch. It had happened too many times before for me to fool myself. Wanking off is always good, but not when you’re really horny, only when you’re bored and need something to do.
“Bammi, are you sure..?”
“Yes, Ville, fuck yes!”
I’d had enough. I stood up, grabbing his hand and walking in a beeline to our bedroom. Once inside, I shut and locked the door before pushing him roughly up against it and kissing him passionately. Our tongues intertwined and he moaned loudly at the force of it. I knew that he loved it when I took control. At heart, Bam is a bottom, a submissive, I had just never allowed him to explore that. My hands reached down none to gently and cupped his dick, palming it slightly. He moaned loudly against my lips, his fingers in my hair, on my face, anywhere that didn’t hinder my advances. Such a good little submissive he is. I pulled off his shirt, immediately sucking on his nipple until it hardened and he gasped at the feeling. I love all the sounds that he makes, I concentrate on counting them to keep myself at bay. I want to last the first time long enough for him to at least begin to enjoy it, after all. Without further hesitation, I unfastened his pants and pulled them down, leaving his boxers in place. He stepped out of them and I kicked them to the side before kneeling down in front of him. His body was shaking and his erection twitched at the minor friction from me removing his pants. I couldn’t help but laugh at the teepee his boxers formed.
“Willa!” he began to whine, “Stop laughing and suck me! I want to feel the back of your throat.”
“Well, when you’re such a sweet talker, how can I refuse?”
I gently unbuttoned his boxers, allowing the head of his cock to poke through, already seeping out precome. I took the smallest part of the tip into my mouth and ran my tongue through the slit, sending a shudder through his entire body. I felt his fingers entwine in my curls, urging me to continue. My hand snaked up the leg of his boxers and I grasped the base of his shaft, pumping once, twice before holding my hand still. I released his head from my mouth, allowing my breath to caress his oh-so-sensitive skin. He moaned suddenly, his hands tightening their grip on my hair. The slight pain from his urgent tugs on my hair sent shivers of pleasure straight down to my cock and I made a small moan. Without any warning, I wrapped my mouth around his entire cock, swallowing him until my lips connected with the his freshly shaven skin, and his head hit the back of my throat. He couldn’t suppress the scream of pleasure that erupted from his throat, a guttural cry that turned me on more than anything else he’d done. I sucked on his soft skin, a bit more roughly than usual, but I could tell that he loved it.
“Ville, Ville…Stop, or I’m going to come…God..”
I pumped him once more with my hand and he moaned, “Really, Ville! I’m so close…god, you’re so fucking hot…”
I smiled at the Bam-way of saying he loves me. “I love you too, Sweetheart.”
He bent down and grabbed my arms, pulling me back to my feet. When I was standing, he wrapped his arms around me, and his mouth collided with mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues battling for dominance though neither of us cared who won. He shoved me roughly down onto the bed, straddling my lap in one smooth motion. I grabbed his hips with my hands and ground my still-clad hips up against him. I moaned, my head falling back onto the pillow and my eyes shutting tightly. He quickly unfastened my jeans and slid them down my hips, freeing my aching hard-on. Who needs underwear anyway? I pulled him back up until he was eye level with me and kissed him deeply.
“Ville, I want to suck you.”
“Sweetheart, as much as I would love to feel your beautiful mouth on my dick, if you do that, I won’t last long enough to fuck you.” He shuddered at my erotic words.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” He moved off of me, laying down on his back next to me and putting his hands behind his head. “In that case, let’s get this show on the road, you sexy Finnie-land man.”
I felt that hesitation creeping it’s way back, and I guess he could see that because he whapped me upside the head with his pillow. “Willa Walo, you stop thinking right now and fuck me!”
I reached into our bedside table for the chocolate flavored lube that he loved so much. I squirted some onto my fingers and seductively licked it off, rolling my tongue around my finger like I would do to his cock. Then, I squirted a bit onto the tip of his cock and playfully licked it off. His cock twitched at even the slight contact.
“Ville, please, I need you now!”
“Getting impatient, are we?” I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked gently.
“Ville, please!”
“All right, all right. Mr. Impatient- Pants.” I lubed my index finger liberally before pressing it gently into his tight entrance to the first knuckle. I felt him tense. “Relax, Bammi.”
“Well, it’s been an exit only for a long time now!” He grinned at me. “Seriously, Ville, it doesn’t really hurt…keep going.”
I pushed the finger in all the way, allowing him to adjust before pulling back out and adding a second. He winced in pain. “Are you all right, Sweetheart? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no, it’s all right. Just go slowly for me.”
I nodded, “Of course, Baby.” I slowly pulled my fingers out, pushing them back in and repeating the process until his groans of pain became moans of pleasure. I found his prostate, flicking it hard and fast with my two fingers until he began to pant and moan loudly with the pleasure quickly overwhelming him. I scissored my fingers, preparing him for the stretch that was to come.
“More, Ville! I need you!”
I spread an unnecessarily large amount of lube on my cock and positioned my tip against his opening. He nodded at me, grasping my hand. Slowly, so slowly, I entered him, just the head of my cock. I almost came right them just from the warmth of him encompassing me. It was so beautiful. He hissed in pain at something much larger, if I do say so myself, than a finger stretching him. “God, Bammi…you’re so tight…so hot…I’m not going to last very long.”
“Ville, I love you so much.”
“I love you, Bammi.” Bam grabbed my hips and pulled me into him until I was seated to my hilt. I screamed at the sensation of it and he yelled out in pain. I stayed still to allow him to get used to it. I kissed his neck, his cheeks, his eyelids, murmuring words of love and endearment until I felt him relax around me.
“Bammi, are you good? Can I move?”
He nodded at me, “Just go slow, Baby.”
“Of course, My Love. Any time you want me to stop, just say so.”
I pulled out slowly, until I was barely inside, then pushed back in equally slowly. I continued this pattern for a few minutes until he sighed in frustration, “Ville, for God’s sake, you’re not going to break me!”
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to-“
“Ville, shut up and fuck me!”
I didn’t need to hear it twice, I pulled out and slammed back into him, harden than I should have, pulling myself up a bit at the end of each stroke to hit his prostate. He moaned loudly, “God, yes, Right there, Ville!” In and out, hearing his moans of pleasure, hearing him call my name, it was almost too much for me and I fought against the familiar tightening of my belly signaling my impending climax. I gripped his cock between us and began to stroke him in time with hitting his prostate. His back arched, his legs wrapped around my waist pulling me closer.
“Ville, oh god, Ville…I’m so close…so close…Keep moving!”
I couldn’t fight against it, it washed over me in wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure, “Bammi, I’m gonna come…” I felt my cock jerk, and I rammed into him, “Bammi, I’m coming!!” With a few more thrusts, I felt my seed shoot out into him, and I continued my frantic tugs on his cock until I felt him tense, “Ville, here I come…Oh, oh god..!! Ville, Marry me!!” His come shot out between us, coating our stomachs and chests. His face at that moment was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Finally, after we had both reached out peaks, I allowed myself to lie down atop him, nestling my face into his neck. Our hearts pounded against each other’s chests like caged birds trying desperately to escape. I looked at him, his face flushed, his eyes closed, and he was beautiful. My Bammi.
“Yes.” I said quietly, once I was coherent enough to speak.
“What, Baby?”
“I said yes.” He looked at me, his eyes wide.
“Yes? You mean…”
I nodded. “Yes, Brandon Margera. I will marry you.”
He smiled before reaching under our pillow and pulling out a small black velvet box. He opened it, and inside was a set of titanium wedding bands, each set with a black onyx heartagram, and each with our names engraved on the inside, “Brandon Cole Margera” and “Ville Hermanni Valo” I could have cried, they were so beautiful. All I could do was say “Yes” again. Bam gently placed the ring engraved with his name on my left ring finger, and despite my shaking hands, I did the same to him with the ring engraved with my name. He kissed me gently, lovingly, and I couldn’t help but start to feel the prickling of tears behind my eyes. I wrapped my arms around him, and felt him do the same.
I was in love. For the first time in my life, I was truly in love. Not lust, not “like”, not anything silly like that. True love. This love had a name; Bam Margera. My Bammi. My Love.