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Fic: And Love Said No 4/? R
Title And Love Said No 4/?
Rating At the moment R for bad language, will eventually be NC 17 though!
Author Me, Ville_Drool!
Summary HIM are going on tour with the 69 Eyes, and a certain pouting, blue eyed boy. Things are not what they seem!
Pairing: Mentions of Ville/Jyrki, but definitely VAM!
DisclaimerTheboysaren't mine, even after I asked santa for them last year! I'mnotmakingany money, but if anyone wants my debts they're welcome!
Feedback is to die for! I wanna know what you guys think, good or bad, K?
Warnings are at the end of chapter one
chapter one
chapter two
chapter 3
I wanted to pick your brains....re: Viva La Bam. I've not seen any of it yet *sob* don't you feel my pain here? I'm eventually gonna get the dvds, but which seasons have the highest ville countage? I'm shallow, and obsessed enough to get which ever he's in the most first!;)
FOUR
Ville attempted to drink a bottle of beer, missing his mouth and spilling it down his shirt. He leaned sideways, head bumping against Linde. “It’s so fucking-annoying,” he slurred. “He calls her * mom *.” He pointed the bottle towards Mige angrily. “* mom * can you believe it?”
“You were with her two years, man.”
“Yeah, when he was five,” Ville pouted and scowled, his brain couldn’t cope with the reasoning behind it all when he was sober, let alone when he was drunk.
“He was nine. That wasn’t that long ago,” Linde said, trying to smooth things over, ever the peacekeeper.
“He never called her mom when we were together though, just when we split up, ‘cos he knows it pisses me off.”
“Just be thankful she’s taking the time to stay in touch with him, most wouldn’t, she’s not his real mom after all, she could have walked away without a backwards glance.”
“Mige is right, especially after she had the baby.”
“Jonna is a fucking mad bitch. Fuck, I let my son stay with her, what was I thinking? Should go get him now.” Ville stood unsteadily and put the bottle on the table. Linde shot up behind him and pulled him down again.
“You’re picking him up tomorrow, best not go in the state you’re in now, OK?”
Ville grabbed his beer again and this time managed to find his mouth. It angered him, down right depressed him that his son * his * son would rather spend time with a woman he’d dated for two lousy years than be with him.
Mige leaned over, ruffled his hair and smiled, “Don’t be in a mood. We’re in Helsinki; surely you had to suspect he’d want to see her.”
The Finnish singer sighed, he’d had an inkling, but he hadn’t wanted to think about it. Like so many other things on this tour he’d pushed it to the back of his mind and forgot about it.
*
Ville had a hangover the next day, he’d put on extra foundation and eyeliner to try and disguise the wan colour of his skin. He knocked on Jonna’s door and managed a false smile as she answered.
Her smile back was just as false, “ Dan! You’re father is here.”
“Aw-h!” Ville heard and peered around Jonna in time to see his son bounce Jonna’s daughter on his hip. He looked happy, and as sad as that made him in one way, he was also glad his sullen son had enjoyed himself.
“Thank you for having him.”
She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him. “I know he’s not really my son, Ville, but two years is a long time, I promised him then I wouldn’t cut him out of my life, and I haven’t.”
“I know you haven’t. And I’ve made it difficult, I know.”
She shrugged slightly. “It can’t be easy. He’s not mine, why do I want to stay in touch, especially now I have my own family? But I love him like he’s mine, Vil, and he doesn’t have a mother, so what harm can it do?”
“Maybe he could visit for a while in the school holidays. If your husband doesn’t mind.”
“He doesn’t, and it wouldn’t matter if he did. Come on Dan, you’re father is here!” She called. Dani slowly dragged his feet over to them and passed the baby to Jonna.
“It was great seeing you again, sweetie. I missed you.” She kissed him and he let her. “Now, you go and sit in the car, I want to speak to your father.”
“OK, but no talking about me, alright?”
When he was out of ear shot she turned back to Ville. “He’s growing up.”
“I know.”
“And asking all those god-awful awkward questions that never seemed so important when he was little.”
“What are you getting at?” He asked coldly.
She moved the baby on her hip and touched his arm. “I’m just saying, he’s discovering things about himself, he wants to know who he is, where he came from. Don’t keep him in the dark like you kept me in the dark.”
“It’s really none of your business.”
She sighed and shook her head. “Who his other father wasn’t my business?” Seeing she wasn’t going to get an answer from him she changed the subject. “Call me about visiting, alright?”
Ville nodded and walked back to the car, glad he’d had the sense to learn to drive when Dani was born, he wouldn’t have wanted any of his friends to witness this.
“Why couldn’t I have stayed with mom while you do your shows in Helsinki?” Dani asked as he started the ignition.
“You can’t impose on people like that. She’s busy.”
“Never too busy for me, she’s told me.”
“When did she tell you that?”
“Duh, we email all the time, did you know that? And we text or talk on the phone.”
Ville hadn’t known that, and it made him sad. He knew so little about his own son now. He didn’t know how to get that closeness back.
Rating At the moment R for bad language, will eventually be NC 17 though!
Author Me, Ville_Drool!
Summary HIM are going on tour with the 69 Eyes, and a certain pouting, blue eyed boy. Things are not what they seem!
Pairing: Mentions of Ville/Jyrki, but definitely VAM!
DisclaimerTheboysaren't mine, even after I asked santa for them last year! I'mnotmakingany money, but if anyone wants my debts they're welcome!
Feedback is to die for! I wanna know what you guys think, good or bad, K?
Warnings are at the end of chapter one
chapter one
chapter two
chapter 3
I wanted to pick your brains....re: Viva La Bam. I've not seen any of it yet *sob* don't you feel my pain here? I'm eventually gonna get the dvds, but which seasons have the highest ville countage? I'm shallow, and obsessed enough to get which ever he's in the most first!;)
FOUR
Ville attempted to drink a bottle of beer, missing his mouth and spilling it down his shirt. He leaned sideways, head bumping against Linde. “It’s so fucking-annoying,” he slurred. “He calls her * mom *.” He pointed the bottle towards Mige angrily. “* mom * can you believe it?”
“You were with her two years, man.”
“Yeah, when he was five,” Ville pouted and scowled, his brain couldn’t cope with the reasoning behind it all when he was sober, let alone when he was drunk.
“He was nine. That wasn’t that long ago,” Linde said, trying to smooth things over, ever the peacekeeper.
“He never called her mom when we were together though, just when we split up, ‘cos he knows it pisses me off.”
“Just be thankful she’s taking the time to stay in touch with him, most wouldn’t, she’s not his real mom after all, she could have walked away without a backwards glance.”
“Mige is right, especially after she had the baby.”
“Jonna is a fucking mad bitch. Fuck, I let my son stay with her, what was I thinking? Should go get him now.” Ville stood unsteadily and put the bottle on the table. Linde shot up behind him and pulled him down again.
“You’re picking him up tomorrow, best not go in the state you’re in now, OK?”
Ville grabbed his beer again and this time managed to find his mouth. It angered him, down right depressed him that his son * his * son would rather spend time with a woman he’d dated for two lousy years than be with him.
Mige leaned over, ruffled his hair and smiled, “Don’t be in a mood. We’re in Helsinki; surely you had to suspect he’d want to see her.”
The Finnish singer sighed, he’d had an inkling, but he hadn’t wanted to think about it. Like so many other things on this tour he’d pushed it to the back of his mind and forgot about it.
*
Ville had a hangover the next day, he’d put on extra foundation and eyeliner to try and disguise the wan colour of his skin. He knocked on Jonna’s door and managed a false smile as she answered.
Her smile back was just as false, “ Dan! You’re father is here.”
“Aw-h!” Ville heard and peered around Jonna in time to see his son bounce Jonna’s daughter on his hip. He looked happy, and as sad as that made him in one way, he was also glad his sullen son had enjoyed himself.
“Thank you for having him.”
She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him. “I know he’s not really my son, Ville, but two years is a long time, I promised him then I wouldn’t cut him out of my life, and I haven’t.”
“I know you haven’t. And I’ve made it difficult, I know.”
She shrugged slightly. “It can’t be easy. He’s not mine, why do I want to stay in touch, especially now I have my own family? But I love him like he’s mine, Vil, and he doesn’t have a mother, so what harm can it do?”
“Maybe he could visit for a while in the school holidays. If your husband doesn’t mind.”
“He doesn’t, and it wouldn’t matter if he did. Come on Dan, you’re father is here!” She called. Dani slowly dragged his feet over to them and passed the baby to Jonna.
“It was great seeing you again, sweetie. I missed you.” She kissed him and he let her. “Now, you go and sit in the car, I want to speak to your father.”
“OK, but no talking about me, alright?”
When he was out of ear shot she turned back to Ville. “He’s growing up.”
“I know.”
“And asking all those god-awful awkward questions that never seemed so important when he was little.”
“What are you getting at?” He asked coldly.
She moved the baby on her hip and touched his arm. “I’m just saying, he’s discovering things about himself, he wants to know who he is, where he came from. Don’t keep him in the dark like you kept me in the dark.”
“It’s really none of your business.”
She sighed and shook her head. “Who his other father wasn’t my business?” Seeing she wasn’t going to get an answer from him she changed the subject. “Call me about visiting, alright?”
Ville nodded and walked back to the car, glad he’d had the sense to learn to drive when Dani was born, he wouldn’t have wanted any of his friends to witness this.
“Why couldn’t I have stayed with mom while you do your shows in Helsinki?” Dani asked as he started the ignition.
“You can’t impose on people like that. She’s busy.”
“Never too busy for me, she’s told me.”
“When did she tell you that?”
“Duh, we email all the time, did you know that? And we text or talk on the phone.”
Ville hadn’t known that, and it made him sad. He knew so little about his own son now. He didn’t know how to get that closeness back.