ANGSTY!ONE-SHOT. STOLEN SEASON.
DESCRIPTION : angsty!one-shot. the angst is back, loves.
POV : third person.
DISCLAIMER : i only own my ideas. nothing else. the title isn’t even mine. it’s stolen
from the song “stolen season” by the 69 eyes. the song makes me think of winter &cold for
some reason so that’s why it was chosen.
A/N : hello writers block. i hope you’ve enjoyed your stay. now please leave.
“This sucks. So c-cold.” Bam cuddles closer to his Finnish love, wrapping his strong arms tighter around the thin man’s middle. Ville shifts his legs from underneath him and leans his back more heavily on the cold brick wall of the alley while listening to the chattering of his teeth.
Snow falls from the quickly darkening sky in powdery sheets. The cold white flakes drift like fluffy feathers and settle lightly on the ground and atop the two brunettes. Ville rubs the snowflakes from his long black eyelashes and glances down at Bam. The singer removes his scarf and wraps it snugly around Bam’s neck. “No,” the skater protests, “you can keep it. Dude, your lips are purple.”
“So are yours.”
“Mhm, take the scarf back.” Bam covers Ville’s pale, exposed neck with the ratty, crimson scarf and presses a soft kiss to one of Ville’s rosy cheeks.
Ville’s lower lip trembles and he whimpers slightly. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Bam’s face crumples as he tries to delay the tears straying from his eyes. “I can’t apologize enough, baby. I didn’t think they’d turn on us, I really didn’t. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have ever opened my mouth I, I -you don’t deserve this.” The blue eyed boy rakes a hand through Ville’s damp, limp curls and cuddles impossibly closer to his lover.
“Shh. What makes you think you deserve this?”
“I’m gay.”
“And I’m not?”
“Well, but everyone knows about us which is my fault. All my fault. I should have kept it a secret like you wanted.”
“But it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault that everyone disowned us. You made the choice to tell them. They made the choice to not accept it.”
“It’s my fault that we ran away. It was my stupid idea. It’s my fault that I don’t know where the hell we are and it’s my fault we are on the street. It’s my fault we’re out of money, and we have no where to go. We’re going to freeze and die out here. And it’s all my fault.” Tears seep out the corners of Bam’s eyes and he wipes them away briskly and sniffles loudly. The bitter wind tears at his delicate features and he buries his face in Ville’s quivering chest.
“Darling, I don’t blame you at all. It’s not your fault. Just stop thinking. We’re here now and we’re here together and that’s all that matters.”
Bam’s heavy eyes become half lidded and he tries to fight the deep sleep that is winning over his body. “I hate the nights,” he mumbles, “I never know if I’m going to wake up.”
“Kiss me before we sleep?” Ville says leaning down to press his trembling dawn-tinted lips to
Bam’s for the last time as their bodies slowly surrender to the frigid temperature of the night.
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comments are better than going to see
HIM in lowell,MA on october eighteenth.
wait, no they’re not.
but close enough =D
i can’t wait to purchase tickets.
love.