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Title: My Boyfriend who lives in Finland.
Author:
bromptncocktale
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Beloved Bam-Bam is plotting something for Ville as he struggles through obsession, but what?
Disclaimer: Never happened. I don't have a beta x:
Warnings: Violence.
Authors Notes: One shot post to see if anyone likes it, it's actually chaptered.. and I really have no title, lmao.
Bam Margera was completely amazed by Ville Valo. His mind was completely wrapped around the Finnish man, including several series of bed sheets, ligaments and lips. His love grew for him every day, turning into a straight obsession that he wanted him forever.
Bam smiles at Ville as he watches his un-alert green eyes flicker open to the world. He watches the exact way Ville stretches and he counts how many seconds it takes him to finish yawning till he flops back down in his bed.
Bam figured out every inch of Ville’s apartment room within minutes of arriving in it. He knew where everything was right down to the dust. Ville’s room was a lot better, and more romantic than the hotel room they spent several days at while Ville’s band got their things together as they went place to place on tour.
While the Finn slept in his bed, Bam was off studying the landscape around Ville’s building as if he was going to pull some international high risk crime in the area.
Bam only dated Ville for two months, in which he was stunned beyond fandom of his band and his voice and thrown beyond being head over heels for Ville into his current state of obsession. Bam usually went to the concerts they played, large venue or not. H.I.M may have been his favorite band, but he found he new reason to be there was to watch Ville sing and monitor his every action.
When Bam didn’t go to the shows he was up to something else. Bam once in a while was off filming other things for his own reality show. The best times were the ones Ville always hoped for; Bam would plan something incredibly romantic for the two of them that wasn’t about anything but their love for one another.
Ville didn’t know what was wrong with Bam the other times he wasn’t there and Ville didn’t appreciate being interrogated. He never understood why Bam got like that… but he figured it was only because Bam loved him and wanted to protect him. Ville’s heart swooned to be in love like that. To know that his own being drew enough care out of Bam to worry that much about him, even if it was admittedly a bit much.
Ville dragged himself out of his silky bed and over to Bam, his voice deep but very soft and loving, almost in a whisper, “We have one more show tonight before our break, Bammie, won’t you come?” he asked while he slipped his lanky arms around his American lover’s shoulders.
“Nope,” Bam replied calmly, “I need to stay here and take care of some last minute things as soon as you leave! It’s for a surprise. After your show Dunn is going to take you out somewhere so I have more time.”
Ville looked at him curiously. In the back of his mind he thought of the more romantic things Bam had planned for them, however… Dunn was here… the other guys must have been somewhere because he was sure he heard other voices while he slept. The only vision he had now was his horrified face plastered on Viva La Bam and migrating onto websites and communities, his faze would be froze in debated murder to an idea of shaving cream or some inappropriate crude substance all over his room.
“….Alright then,” he sighed.
“Ville!!”
“What?… My darling, stop being so loud, I’m standing right beside you.”
“What are you fucking doing today? Before tonight I mean.”
Ville looked at his younger lover questioningly. He always seemed to know everything, or thought he knew everything. The world still revolved around Bam, according to Bam. “Well, love… I need to get ready to leave soon, I have to go do you know band things.”
Bam nodded, his eyebrow cocked as he stared seriously up at him, “Where?”
“We’re-”
“Where?”
“We’re --”
“Tell me!”
“We-- “
“Ville!”
“Bam shut up! I’m trying and your interrupting me!”
“Where?”
Bam looked incredibly impatient, “Well?” he said, trying not to smile as he purposely tried to piss him off.
“We’re going to do a signing, a quick photo shoot and the usual stu-”
“I’ll call you a few times to make sure.”
“Make sure what? …..Bam?”
“Make sure your… you know, safe.”
“Bam-Bam,” Ville groaned.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Ville nodded and kissed bam on the cheek, ignoring the rest of his questions. He stepped into the shower, waiting a few seconds in surprise that Bam didn’t follow him in. He didn’t know it but Bam’s alert eyes were watching him closely until he heard the water turn on and immediately he would rush to grab Ville’s cell phone and go through his recently received and dialed calls along with his address book he had made since he last checked the phone.
Ville stepped out of his shower in a bright and refreshed mood as he dried himself off and got into his black pants. It didn’t even take him very long to style his long hair or put his makeup on.
Crystal blue eyes watched the bathroom door open and Ville step out to be met with the same fist of his blue eyed lover. Knuckles met with a searing pain through Ville’s jaw that instantly put blood on his loves hand and dripping down his own face. The older fell back into the wall and looked up with shock glazed optics in tears and drenched in fear from a reoccurring attack that happened before, but never in the face. He watched up into the icy blue hateful stare. His long bone like arms shot up defensivly to cover his face as soon as the cell phone that was once in working order was thrown, smashed on the floor of cold red tiles that matched the blood streaming onto it.
“Bammie, please.. Calm down.”
“Make me.”
Ville weakly choked out his desperate words to stand up to him which was becoming increasingly harder. He couldn’t find anything to fend for himself with anymore, but he loved Bam and couldn’t fight back even if Bam seemed fine evoking physical and emotional pain on his lover. He gulped as the eerie silence filled the bathroom, he knew Bam was expecting something out of him, but he wasn’t sure what Bam was expecting, and apologizing only to end up with the boy’s sneaker jammed into his rib cage.
Ville laid on the tiles motionless except for the vibrations that pulsated through his body from the silent tears falling from his eyes once Bam left and paced in the living room. Bam walked back and forth from the end of the couch to the bathroom several times before turning and looking back up to meet Ville’s shaky body standing there. Ville managed to stop himself from crying for a little while at least.
“What?!” Bam growled.
“Bam, I’m sorry… I - - I really don’t - - d-don’t know what I ..well what I did… My darling, don’t be mad..”
“How can you even call me that?!” Bam’s voice mixed into insult as Ville’s turned to a mixutre of loving, hurt and fear, “I know your cheating on me!” Bam roared furiously, grabbing a vase from the coffee table and throwing it straight at Ville.
Ville just barely managed to evade the soaring vase and run to Bam’s side, “I swear, I’m not! I would never do such a thing to you!” Whimpering, he was thrown to the floor begging to know what gave Bam those ideas. Desperately Ville tried to explain to his beloved what the mysterious number really was for as Bam began to yell about it. Again and again Ville received several kicks into his stomach and one to his spine just as a rapid knock came at the door… Ville ceased his painful yelping.
“Ville?! Ville?! Ville open this door! Ville!”
Ville had never been happier to hear Mige’s voice before. “Ville Valo!” He even thought he might punch a hole through the door knocking like that.. Well until Bam swung it open and they both began arguing with one another. Then they began arguing about the mystery number because Bam couldn’t get over it, and Mige had to convince him that the number was to the new venue manager, which it was, who so happened to be the man they needed to contact because they were now late. Ville was sure the skateboarder and the bassist were about to break into a fist fight any second. He gulped as he rose to his feet and adjusted his scarf out of nervousness as he slipped up to Bam’s side, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him away from his friend.
Ville could feel the adrenaline rushing through Bam, Bam just wanted a fight. “See, Bam? I love you, I could never cheat on you. You’re the only one I love.” He watched him carefully for a little bit before kissing him, “Do you still love me?” he asked softly.
Bam looked up some and nodded, kissing where he had punched his devote lover and moved to his ruby lips and assured him that he was still getting the surprise that he had promised to him.
Mige stood there, rolling his eyes before he pulled Ville back before their lips met again and dragged him out of the apartment.
Bam carefully watched Ville from out of the window, watching to make sure he got into a taxi with Mige, making sure they had been long gone too before he set off to get his small group of friends together and the camera crew.
Bam even felt as if he had been waiting and planning this for his entire life since he first saw Ville and heard him sing and watched the way he smoked a cigarette. Bam could go on forever about his love.
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:D Thanks for reading. >_> I don't know if I should post other chapters with it...
um, if your interested in beta-ing, or talking to me lmao please do so:
AIM: Bamborrghini
Author:
bromptncocktale
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Beloved Bam-Bam is plotting something for Ville as he struggles through obsession, but what?
Disclaimer: Never happened. I don't have a beta x:
Warnings: Violence.
Authors Notes: One shot post to see if anyone likes it, it's actually chaptered.. and I really have no title, lmao.
Bam Margera was completely amazed by Ville Valo. His mind was completely wrapped around the Finnish man, including several series of bed sheets, ligaments and lips. His love grew for him every day, turning into a straight obsession that he wanted him forever.
Bam smiles at Ville as he watches his un-alert green eyes flicker open to the world. He watches the exact way Ville stretches and he counts how many seconds it takes him to finish yawning till he flops back down in his bed.
Bam figured out every inch of Ville’s apartment room within minutes of arriving in it. He knew where everything was right down to the dust. Ville’s room was a lot better, and more romantic than the hotel room they spent several days at while Ville’s band got their things together as they went place to place on tour.
While the Finn slept in his bed, Bam was off studying the landscape around Ville’s building as if he was going to pull some international high risk crime in the area.
Bam only dated Ville for two months, in which he was stunned beyond fandom of his band and his voice and thrown beyond being head over heels for Ville into his current state of obsession. Bam usually went to the concerts they played, large venue or not. H.I.M may have been his favorite band, but he found he new reason to be there was to watch Ville sing and monitor his every action.
When Bam didn’t go to the shows he was up to something else. Bam once in a while was off filming other things for his own reality show. The best times were the ones Ville always hoped for; Bam would plan something incredibly romantic for the two of them that wasn’t about anything but their love for one another.
Ville didn’t know what was wrong with Bam the other times he wasn’t there and Ville didn’t appreciate being interrogated. He never understood why Bam got like that… but he figured it was only because Bam loved him and wanted to protect him. Ville’s heart swooned to be in love like that. To know that his own being drew enough care out of Bam to worry that much about him, even if it was admittedly a bit much.
Ville dragged himself out of his silky bed and over to Bam, his voice deep but very soft and loving, almost in a whisper, “We have one more show tonight before our break, Bammie, won’t you come?” he asked while he slipped his lanky arms around his American lover’s shoulders.
“Nope,” Bam replied calmly, “I need to stay here and take care of some last minute things as soon as you leave! It’s for a surprise. After your show Dunn is going to take you out somewhere so I have more time.”
Ville looked at him curiously. In the back of his mind he thought of the more romantic things Bam had planned for them, however… Dunn was here… the other guys must have been somewhere because he was sure he heard other voices while he slept. The only vision he had now was his horrified face plastered on Viva La Bam and migrating onto websites and communities, his faze would be froze in debated murder to an idea of shaving cream or some inappropriate crude substance all over his room.
“….Alright then,” he sighed.
“Ville!!”
“What?… My darling, stop being so loud, I’m standing right beside you.”
“What are you fucking doing today? Before tonight I mean.”
Ville looked at his younger lover questioningly. He always seemed to know everything, or thought he knew everything. The world still revolved around Bam, according to Bam. “Well, love… I need to get ready to leave soon, I have to go do you know band things.”
Bam nodded, his eyebrow cocked as he stared seriously up at him, “Where?”
“We’re-”
“Where?”
“We’re --”
“Tell me!”
“We-- “
“Ville!”
“Bam shut up! I’m trying and your interrupting me!”
“Where?”
Bam looked incredibly impatient, “Well?” he said, trying not to smile as he purposely tried to piss him off.
“We’re going to do a signing, a quick photo shoot and the usual stu-”
“I’ll call you a few times to make sure.”
“Make sure what? …..Bam?”
“Make sure your… you know, safe.”
“Bam-Bam,” Ville groaned.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Ville nodded and kissed bam on the cheek, ignoring the rest of his questions. He stepped into the shower, waiting a few seconds in surprise that Bam didn’t follow him in. He didn’t know it but Bam’s alert eyes were watching him closely until he heard the water turn on and immediately he would rush to grab Ville’s cell phone and go through his recently received and dialed calls along with his address book he had made since he last checked the phone.
Ville stepped out of his shower in a bright and refreshed mood as he dried himself off and got into his black pants. It didn’t even take him very long to style his long hair or put his makeup on.
Crystal blue eyes watched the bathroom door open and Ville step out to be met with the same fist of his blue eyed lover. Knuckles met with a searing pain through Ville’s jaw that instantly put blood on his loves hand and dripping down his own face. The older fell back into the wall and looked up with shock glazed optics in tears and drenched in fear from a reoccurring attack that happened before, but never in the face. He watched up into the icy blue hateful stare. His long bone like arms shot up defensivly to cover his face as soon as the cell phone that was once in working order was thrown, smashed on the floor of cold red tiles that matched the blood streaming onto it.
“Bammie, please.. Calm down.”
“Make me.”
Ville weakly choked out his desperate words to stand up to him which was becoming increasingly harder. He couldn’t find anything to fend for himself with anymore, but he loved Bam and couldn’t fight back even if Bam seemed fine evoking physical and emotional pain on his lover. He gulped as the eerie silence filled the bathroom, he knew Bam was expecting something out of him, but he wasn’t sure what Bam was expecting, and apologizing only to end up with the boy’s sneaker jammed into his rib cage.
Ville laid on the tiles motionless except for the vibrations that pulsated through his body from the silent tears falling from his eyes once Bam left and paced in the living room. Bam walked back and forth from the end of the couch to the bathroom several times before turning and looking back up to meet Ville’s shaky body standing there. Ville managed to stop himself from crying for a little while at least.
“What?!” Bam growled.
“Bam, I’m sorry… I - - I really don’t - - d-don’t know what I ..well what I did… My darling, don’t be mad..”
“How can you even call me that?!” Bam’s voice mixed into insult as Ville’s turned to a mixutre of loving, hurt and fear, “I know your cheating on me!” Bam roared furiously, grabbing a vase from the coffee table and throwing it straight at Ville.
Ville just barely managed to evade the soaring vase and run to Bam’s side, “I swear, I’m not! I would never do such a thing to you!” Whimpering, he was thrown to the floor begging to know what gave Bam those ideas. Desperately Ville tried to explain to his beloved what the mysterious number really was for as Bam began to yell about it. Again and again Ville received several kicks into his stomach and one to his spine just as a rapid knock came at the door… Ville ceased his painful yelping.
“Ville?! Ville?! Ville open this door! Ville!”
Ville had never been happier to hear Mige’s voice before. “Ville Valo!” He even thought he might punch a hole through the door knocking like that.. Well until Bam swung it open and they both began arguing with one another. Then they began arguing about the mystery number because Bam couldn’t get over it, and Mige had to convince him that the number was to the new venue manager, which it was, who so happened to be the man they needed to contact because they were now late. Ville was sure the skateboarder and the bassist were about to break into a fist fight any second. He gulped as he rose to his feet and adjusted his scarf out of nervousness as he slipped up to Bam’s side, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him away from his friend.
Ville could feel the adrenaline rushing through Bam, Bam just wanted a fight. “See, Bam? I love you, I could never cheat on you. You’re the only one I love.” He watched him carefully for a little bit before kissing him, “Do you still love me?” he asked softly.
Bam looked up some and nodded, kissing where he had punched his devote lover and moved to his ruby lips and assured him that he was still getting the surprise that he had promised to him.
Mige stood there, rolling his eyes before he pulled Ville back before their lips met again and dragged him out of the apartment.
Bam carefully watched Ville from out of the window, watching to make sure he got into a taxi with Mige, making sure they had been long gone too before he set off to get his small group of friends together and the camera crew.
Bam even felt as if he had been waiting and planning this for his entire life since he first saw Ville and heard him sing and watched the way he smoked a cigarette. Bam could go on forever about his love.
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:D Thanks for reading. >_> I don't know if I should post other chapters with it...
um, if your interested in beta-ing, or talking to me lmao please do so:
AIM: Bamborrghini