mod post/christmas fluff contest entry : "Surprise Me, Willa"
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Title: Surprise Me, Willa
Rating: PG
I sat in my windowsill, pressed heavily against the cold, locked window, watching the small snowflakes fall gently to the ground. They seemed to not have a care in the world, other than to be with all their little snowflake friends down on the cold ground. I wished I could be that snowflake; no worries, no cares, just a short thrill ride before nestling down with all my friends, never to get up again. Heaving a sigh and a sniffle, I lean my head against the window, watching my breath condensate onto the window, wondering, and yet knowing, why he wasn’t here.
It all started when the crush started. With me, when I like someone, I like them a lot, although usually I don’t show it, so I had a right to be protective of myself around him, especially during the night. I started to obviously avoid little parties that I knew would lead to a sleep-over, with some flimsy excuse, like filming or something. And I gradually avoided him to the point where we barely talked anymore, and I could barely stand to live in our filming house.
So, of course, how could I have thought he’d come to my Christmas party when I’ve avoided so many of his own? As I sat there, staring at the simple little snowflakes, my heart was burning, burning down to ashes, where they would just wash away, leaving me without hope, without love, without...him.
My stomach churned, preparing to chuck the last meal I ate from just the thought that I messed everything up. Maybe something could’ve happened; but I didn’t, just thinking of the what if’s and the heartbreak that would proceed if I was wrong.
But I was wrong, and now that heartbreak was coming to bite me in the ass, harder than ever.
A shy knock rang through my ears, unlike anything I ever heard, seeing as nobody staying at Castle Bam knocked as lightly as whoever dared to disturb me as I wallowed in self-pity and hurt.
"Go away!" I told the door, not able to keep my voice steady, hoping that the person decided to just turn and walk away...although he didn’t.
"Bammie, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?" I gasped, the deep, accented voice flowing toward me and catching me off guard. He had come...it wasn’t too late.
"No..." I whispered, doubting he heard. The door opened and there he was, just the way I’d remembered him...except...a mustache? The sight of Ville Valo with a mustache was too much to handle and, through his tears, started to hysterically laugh, nearly falling off the windowsill.
Ville looked at me weirdly, about to step into my room. "What’s a matter with you?" But I rushed up to him, blocking his way.
"You are not stepping into this room until you coax that...that...animal off of your lip, understand? I don’t know who let you in with that." But I was giggling as I said it, because Ville with facial hair was just too funny.
"Okay, fine." Ville paused, apparently wanting to talk to me alone. So I led him into my bathroom, and watched as he shaved off that monster he let loose. I mean, some guys just don’t look good in facial hair, and I prefer my Willa without it.
With that done, he led me back to my room, closing the door behind him. I sat on my bed, patting my crimson silk sheets to signal that he should sit down. Although he didn’t, choosing to, instead, nervously pace in front of me while chewing on his nails.
"There’s...something I need to tell you..." The Finn trailed off, and I rolled my puffy cerulean eyes, feeling much better that my one and only true love was now standing right in front of me, showing me I still had a chance to call this gorgeous, living Sex God mine.
"Well, I can see that Ville." I bit my tongue to keep from laughing, wanting to show that it was simply a statement, not anything mean or bad. That was the last thing I needed...Ville angry at me.
"I don’t know where to start, so shut up while I think." Somehow, I don’t know how the man in front of me managed it, was that it sounded actually...nice. Again, maybe it was the affect his accent had on me, or perhaps it was because I liked him so much that I just heard the comment nicely. But whatever it was, it was amazing, and I was speechless, although the Finn thought it was just me waiting for him to speak again. "Alright, well, I believe it started when I first met you; backstage at one of our shows. I can’t exactly remember the date, but I can remember that you left an impression on me, one that I knew could change my life forever. But I didn’t know exactly what that meant at the time.
"Though now I do. My dreams, my feelings...they all point out one thing...
I love you, Bammie, with all my heart."
And I felt him sit on my lap, gently kissing my lips, and I responded by gently kissing him back.
"I love you too, Willa Walo."
And, as I watch my newfound lover sleep, I realize that maybe Christmas can be magical after all.
Also guys, I would just like to remind you all that there is a rule stating "Don't post several different chapters of your story simultaneously in one day". A few authors have been a bit borderline with this, so I'm just giving you all a friendly reminder to keep it all within the rules.
If you have an entry, email it to me (dakillercockroach@hotmail.com) or oof_floof (requiemoflove@gmail.com)
Please keep in mind that I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY. Nor edit it, nor anything. It was copied straight from my email, so any problems or mistakes are the author's. It was written by another member on the community and submitted as an entry. Don't vote here, either. Save it for the official post.
Title: Surprise Me, Willa
Rating: PG
I sat in my windowsill, pressed heavily against the cold, locked window, watching the small snowflakes fall gently to the ground. They seemed to not have a care in the world, other than to be with all their little snowflake friends down on the cold ground. I wished I could be that snowflake; no worries, no cares, just a short thrill ride before nestling down with all my friends, never to get up again. Heaving a sigh and a sniffle, I lean my head against the window, watching my breath condensate onto the window, wondering, and yet knowing, why he wasn’t here.
It all started when the crush started. With me, when I like someone, I like them a lot, although usually I don’t show it, so I had a right to be protective of myself around him, especially during the night. I started to obviously avoid little parties that I knew would lead to a sleep-over, with some flimsy excuse, like filming or something. And I gradually avoided him to the point where we barely talked anymore, and I could barely stand to live in our filming house.
So, of course, how could I have thought he’d come to my Christmas party when I’ve avoided so many of his own? As I sat there, staring at the simple little snowflakes, my heart was burning, burning down to ashes, where they would just wash away, leaving me without hope, without love, without...him.
My stomach churned, preparing to chuck the last meal I ate from just the thought that I messed everything up. Maybe something could’ve happened; but I didn’t, just thinking of the what if’s and the heartbreak that would proceed if I was wrong.
But I was wrong, and now that heartbreak was coming to bite me in the ass, harder than ever.
A shy knock rang through my ears, unlike anything I ever heard, seeing as nobody staying at Castle Bam knocked as lightly as whoever dared to disturb me as I wallowed in self-pity and hurt.
"Go away!" I told the door, not able to keep my voice steady, hoping that the person decided to just turn and walk away...although he didn’t.
"Bammie, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?" I gasped, the deep, accented voice flowing toward me and catching me off guard. He had come...it wasn’t too late.
"No..." I whispered, doubting he heard. The door opened and there he was, just the way I’d remembered him...except...a mustache? The sight of Ville Valo with a mustache was too much to handle and, through his tears, started to hysterically laugh, nearly falling off the windowsill.
Ville looked at me weirdly, about to step into my room. "What’s a matter with you?" But I rushed up to him, blocking his way.
"You are not stepping into this room until you coax that...that...animal off of your lip, understand? I don’t know who let you in with that." But I was giggling as I said it, because Ville with facial hair was just too funny.
"Okay, fine." Ville paused, apparently wanting to talk to me alone. So I led him into my bathroom, and watched as he shaved off that monster he let loose. I mean, some guys just don’t look good in facial hair, and I prefer my Willa without it.
With that done, he led me back to my room, closing the door behind him. I sat on my bed, patting my crimson silk sheets to signal that he should sit down. Although he didn’t, choosing to, instead, nervously pace in front of me while chewing on his nails.
"There’s...something I need to tell you..." The Finn trailed off, and I rolled my puffy cerulean eyes, feeling much better that my one and only true love was now standing right in front of me, showing me I still had a chance to call this gorgeous, living Sex God mine.
"Well, I can see that Ville." I bit my tongue to keep from laughing, wanting to show that it was simply a statement, not anything mean or bad. That was the last thing I needed...Ville angry at me.
"I don’t know where to start, so shut up while I think." Somehow, I don’t know how the man in front of me managed it, was that it sounded actually...nice. Again, maybe it was the affect his accent had on me, or perhaps it was because I liked him so much that I just heard the comment nicely. But whatever it was, it was amazing, and I was speechless, although the Finn thought it was just me waiting for him to speak again. "Alright, well, I believe it started when I first met you; backstage at one of our shows. I can’t exactly remember the date, but I can remember that you left an impression on me, one that I knew could change my life forever. But I didn’t know exactly what that meant at the time.
"Though now I do. My dreams, my feelings...they all point out one thing...
I love you, Bammie, with all my heart."
And I felt him sit on my lap, gently kissing my lips, and I responded by gently kissing him back.
"I love you too, Willa Walo."
And, as I watch my newfound lover sleep, I realize that maybe Christmas can be magical after all.
Also guys, I would just like to remind you all that there is a rule stating "Don't post several different chapters of your story simultaneously in one day". A few authors have been a bit borderline with this, so I'm just giving you all a friendly reminder to keep it all within the rules.