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bad news!

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 11:56:26 GMT

My laptop is completly busted, so i wont be updating till october unfortuatly
im very sorry, but theres nothing i can do till that time :)
but i shall post loads when i return....promises

xxx

A Little Help, Please?

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 09:27:06 GMT

I'm putting together a Fic Recommendation List and want to know what your favorite Vam fics are. I don't care if its happy, sad, angsty, fluffy, or what. Just as long as its good and, if you were looking for good fic to read, you would want to read it. It doesn't even have to come from livejournal.

(sharing so much more than a smoke)

Perfection [Standalone]

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 08:53:32 GMT

Title: Perfection / Täydellisyys. [standalone]
Author: fictionallies
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: "I've always hated myself, for as long as I can remember..."
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, never happened.
Warnings: Angsty-ish, self-image issues, swearing/language.
Authors Notes: Un-betaed but spell-checked at least twice (Mozilla and Word checkers).

I loathed that monster in the mirror.

I despised everything about it; it's past, present, future. It's hopes, dreams and feelings. Sometimes even the sound of it's name disgusted me; Ville Hermanni Valo.

But what sickened me the most was it's physical appearance. The thinnest arms, legs like a spider's. No stomach, so flat that if I inhaled too much my ribs protuded. Eyes the color of a polluted sea; green and foul. My hair was like a pile of dead seaweed lying unruly on my head.

I was despicable, even though so many I both knew and didn't would always comment on how 'gorgeous' or 'pretty' I was. I'd refuse to believe them.

Ever since the sixth grade, I had loathed everything about my appearance. Guys my age were already getting laid, while I was barely looked at by the same girl twice. I was thin and lanky, taller than half of them, and to outsiders I appeared just as vain. I couldn't let myself leave the house without that smudge of eyeliner under each eye. I saw it as a mask, a disguise, an illusion that made me appear the smallest bit normal to the rest of the world, even though I knew I wasn't.

I was a freak, in every sense of the word it seemed. While the other boys would go and play football on the fields, I sat in the library, or sometimes in a corner of the courtyard, writing and listening to the tape-cassettes I then owned. As I grew older, I would sometimes pull out a book and read until the bell sounded.

Every year it grew worse. When I hit the age of fifteen, I stumbled upon a porn site on the internet. Some time later, I discovered I was gay. I kept it my dirty little secret; hidden for years. That is, until I met him.

Bam Margera. The kid absolutely adored me and my band, wanted to direct our music videos, and even use our logo on his skateboard line and everything. Over the years, I learned to love him, and put up with his somewhat eccentric ways.

More than once, I had found myself in his bedroom, awaiting his return from another one of his far-fetched escapades. He had posters of me, of my band, plastered across most of his walls. In one of them, that he had up about six times in the same area, it was the cover print for one of our albums. I was shirtless. I thought nothing of it, apart from that I wanted to tear it down, shred it, then put it in his cat's litter tray. I appeared to be a cocky rock star, a singer who loved to skip around without half his clothes on. Little did anyone know, as soon as the booze wore off, I wanted to destroy every photo of me.

On one occasion, while Bam was off fighting in a prank-war with his two friends Raab and Dunn, I found myself in his room. In a far corner, his computer stood on his desk amidst his mindless clutter, it's fancy screen displaying what had become our logo, the heartagram.

As I moved closer, I noticed a little orange box, blinking orange in the task-bar. Without thinking, I sat in his computer chair and clicked the little rectangle. The window opened, and some pop-up declared that the files had been successfully transferred to the folder. I closed out of it and looked at the open window.

It as his photo folder, or something similar. As I scrolled down, pictures of myself came into view as little thumbnails. Some were from photoshoots, or screen-shots from videos. Others, though, were not. I needed not to open them to full-size to know what those pictures captured within their frames.

I wanted to delete them, but Bam would notice. I wanted to miraculously figure out how to use photoshop and fix myself up for him. I wanted to storm out of the room, find the bastard, and punch him across the jaw.

But I never did. I kept it a secret, tucked it into the darker corners of my mind that held all the memories I sometimes wished I would forget.

Fast forward a few months. It was Ruisrock. Bam and his buddies had flown over for the gig.

It was our turn on-stage in a matter of minutes. High-fives and hugs were being exchanged left, right, and center.I was re-tying my shoes and triple-checking my fly was done up and staying there; the last thing I needed was my dick falling out and Pete Wentz-esque photos being posted all over the internet.

"Hug?" a voice had asked. I'd turned around to see Bam standing there, his arms open. I'd hugged him, of course. Only after it did I think.

He would have felt how disgusting my body was, even if he had seen half of it bare before. To some, looking and feeling are almost the same; if you hug someone, it's nearly like seeing them shirtless. To me, it was, and still is, different. You can see a skinny, lanky guy like me, and think it's fucking hot. But, as soon as you hug that skinny, lankt guy like me, suddenly it's not so gorgeous. You feel how thin my arms are, how abnormal my hair is; you find out how non-existant and flat my entire torso is.

The you go and hug Gas and it's the exact opposite.

Fast forward another few weeks. Bam's shipped both of us over to London to go out for the day; myself from Helsinki and he from Philadelphia.

My first thought was, "Who the fuck flies to London to go out for lunch?" But, it was Bam. He was a strange little fucker; and I may have known that better than anyone.

We wandered around the city most of the day. Up to the Tower, the Bridge and the Eye. Down to Camden Market and Piccadilly Circus.

We ended up in some fancy restaurant for dinner, sitting at a table for two, spilling our darkest 'secrets' over a four-course meal. He paid for all of it, even though I had tried to pay my half.

We took a walk back to the hotel, to get away from the idiocy of some Londoners behind the wheels of their cars. We meandered along through the twilit streets, sharing a cigarette. As we talked, suddenly all the words shared in the restaurant seemed trivial.

"I've always hated myself, Bam. Since... fuck, as far back as I can remember.

"I found those pictures you have of me on your computer. I wanted to fix them up for you, to make myself look more human for you."

"But you're more than human, Ville.

"You're fucking beautiful."

Venus (In Our Blood) Chapter 15 FINALLY HERE! WOO HOOO I FINALLY GOT MY MUSE BACK!!! SQUEEEEEEE!

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 06:20:39 GMT

Title: Venus (In Our Blood)
Author: Willa Walo- Thats me ^_^
Pairing: Vam no DUR!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What will Ville do when his Blue Eyed Angel is taken by a strange foe?
Authors Notes: I am hoping that this starts to come together as well as it is in my head >_O

OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER GET THIS OUT OF ME! BUT THANKFULLY EXHAUSTION HAS PUSHED ME TO FINISH AND POST THIS CHAPTER! MORE IS COMING SOON! SORRY ITS SO SHORT BUT I AM JUST WAY TO EXCITED TO HANDLE IT RIGHT NOW LMAO! xxxxxx
lol ENJOY MY DARLINGS! *vammy lollys all around* muwahahahahahahah!

Chapter 1
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/2007/11/01/

Chapter 2
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/2007/12/06/

Chapter 3
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/1309.html

Chapter 4
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/1620.html

Chapter 5
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/2184.html

Chapter 6
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/2537.html

Chapter 7
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/2789.html

Chapter 8
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/2008/04/07/

Chapter 9 & 10
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/2008/04/08/

Chapter 11
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/4201.html

Chapter 12
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/4462.html

Chapter 13
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/#4743

Chapter 14
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3586159.html#cutid2

Chapter 15
http://bitterswtheart.livejournal.com/5235.html

"And I slit my own innermost thighs. Then I can pretend that I'm menstr-" Emilie Autumn

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 22:25:13 GMT

Title: Untitled

Author: Lila Von Hatchet

Pairings: Anthony Hopkins (think Hannibal-esque)/Bam, Group OC/Bam, OC/Jonna/Ville, Jyrki/Ville, Ratt (a compadre of mine)/Ville, VAM... (kinda in that order)

Rating: All of them at one point or another, will mostly stick to PG-13 and R. I'll lock anything NC-17 and give warnings and stuff. If the mods find anything that should have a different rating, I'll change it.

Author's Notes (kinda long): It's kind of a harsh fic. Or disgusting? Not 'cause of the actual written words, but just the undercurrent of feeling and the different situations I put the characters in. It was inspired by an autobiography called ESCAPE by a woman who had fled a Mormon sect community in Utah. Not the mainstream, legal Mormon church, please don't confuse yourselves. The only things I'll really be taking from her story are the polygamy, the location (isolated and in the desert, but not really Utah), and the having "children at a really young age" thing. I mean absolutely NO disrespect to anyone, it's just a story and obviously no one in this story has been in a situation like this. If you don't like it, don't read it. I don't mean to hurt or anger or annoy anyone. Anymore coincidences are purely accidental. Everything about the religion and it's rules came out of my sick head.

Warnings: language (usually not heavy), mpreg, vampires, and good ol' Luci.

Summary: There are no two black and white sides to anyone or anything. You must choose though, in the end, between the mundane and always wondering what could have been, or taking a chance at the Devil's crossroads.

Chapter Three- http://kittenfawn.livejournal.com/1057.html#cutid1 You should read the dialogue as if it were a real conversation, like in a movie. Like if you were watching a movie, just because I wrote it so "snappishly" and without description doesn't mean it should sound like that in your head. Anthony is just kinda doin' his thing (picture him reading something, that's what I did), and Bam is using a quiet voice. You know, it has a mood. Don't mean to sound bossy though!

The Pest Of Westchester [5/?]

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:23:05 GMT

Title: Pest Of Westchester
Author: Kimmi
Pairing: Vam, Dani/ Migé, Dunn/ Linde, Jonne/ Raab
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Bam is the town queer, also known as the pest of westchester. What happens when he is outcast and is found by a group of Finnish men. Will they help him or make his life hell?
Disclaimer: DK, DI, DS

Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

[Guess who's back, back again, Kimmi's back, tell your friends, guess whos back, guess whos back *fades out* haha yesh you've really seen it! you are not hillucinating, POW is back!!!! now, go enjoy!]

I still sat in the barn, staring at my new horse. The man had this planned from the beginning. He wanted his crew to collect me and make me one of them. What they were exactly, I wasn’t sure.

All I knew was that they were villains.

They may have been villains, but they were some of the kindest people I had known in a long time, some of them actually being my friends from back in the day when I was young and carefree, not having to worry what life had to throw at me.

Oh how naïve I was. I always thought that everything in life was simple. That was until I realised I was gay of course.

The world turned against me. My brother had taken a shot to his stomach for being a sibling of a ‘Queer’. I didn’t want to do this to my own family and so I left the town. That’s when I moved to Westchester, the streets were always empty and therefore, I thought it was abandoned, oh how wrong I was.

I had joined a town full of drunken, homophobic manly men and whores that littered the streets every night. The place wasn’t the best place on earth, as I found out later in life.

I had been living there for a couple of years, everyday getting the same torment. But I did not care, I was who I am at the end of the day and they couldn’t change me for the world, not even a dozen barstools to the back of the head could change Ye Ol’ Bammie Boy.

I petted the silky black mane of my horse, Hell-raiser, it was a perfect name. It suited the horse perfectly and described me in a nutshell.

I was the only kid in Chichester brave enough to jump off the old barn situated on the edge of town. Even my friends told me not to do things, but me being me, did them anyway. I must have broken a fair few bones back in the day.

I picked up a carrot from a pile of vegetables in the horse feed barrel, placing the carrot to the horses lips.

“You shouldn’t stuff that thing up if we are on a run today” Came Jyrki’s deep accented voice. I turned around, seeing a scowl on his face.

“I er- was having a bonding session” I laughed nervously, placing the carrot back in the barrel. He narrowed his eyes and gave me a low growl, almost animalistic. I didn’t know what the fuck to do.

Didn’t Dunn introduce Jyrki as the angry one? Yeah, he did. And here I was on my own with him, only a dozen black horses to see my -which could quite possibly happen- murder take place.

“The boss needs to give you something so fucking get a move on and stop “bonding” with the fucking horses” He said using air quotes. I blushed right red. I wasn’t even sure why to be honest, I guess it was my choice of words that he had mimicked.

I nodded, starting to walk out of the barn, only to stop as soon as I heard his voice again.

“I don’t know why he likes you so much” The older man stated, making me turn around and face him with a raised eyebrow, suddenly curious of what the man had to say.

“He says how beautiful you are, how your eyes shine like lanterns in the moonlight. Says how the two of you made love maybe a year ago,” He sighed, eyes narrowing once more as he continued “I don’t see any beauty, you are filth to me” He spat at my boots, storming out of the barn and leaving me -once more- in silence.

These people were starting to confuse me. Too much for my brain to handle in this fucking heat.

I felt the sweat trickle down my forehead, then run down my face. Wiping the wetness away with my shirt sleeve, I started to walk out of the barn.

**

“This Bam will be your weapon for the time being, the more you achieve, the better weapon you will receive” He laughed slightly at his rhyme, sitting down next to me on the wooden bench situated in his bedroom. He handed me a small pen knife.

What the fuck? Like anyone in Westchester is going to feel threatened by a pen knife My cocky mind argued with the gorgeous man in front of me.

Surely I would remember sleeping with someone as beautiful as him, surely.

I just couldn’t remember at all! Now it was starting to get on my nerves slightly, I had been wracking my brain ever since he had told me.

“I know it’s small but believe me, it will terrify them” He gave an almost evil laugh, placing a hand on my denim clad knee.

He stood from his position next to me, looking down at me as he just stood there, staring at me.

I jumped slightly at the feeling of his buttocks being pressed against my knees, his legs resting on either side of my hips. Why he had straddled me in the first place was beyond me.

He leaned in, lips parted beautifully. He didn’t kiss me, no, just simply whispered in my ear. His hot breath ghosting over my ear, making my being shake from the closeness of the two of us.

“I was thinking,” He stopped, going to bite my ear slightly before pulling back “maybe we could re-enacted the night we made love. That way we will remember” He smirked, starting to kiss my jaw line.

My cock had sprung to life at his words, obviously feeling my hardening manhood, he started grinding his perfect behind against my cock, making me moan quietly.

I didn’t know if he wanted an answer, although I guess he got it just by the way he had the effect of my arousal being pressed in his ass.

[Hope you enjoyed my dearest darlings ^_^ please comment!]

Dark Light

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:05:17 GMT

Title: Dark Light (good title?)
Part: 1/?
Author: </a>lillithvalo & black_heart1992
</span>Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG - NC-17, depending on the chapter
Summary: love after life, fights before death. should it always be like this?
Disclaimer: We wish we owned.. but sadly we don't *pouts*
Warning: Hmmm. none yet
A/N: Inspired by DNA Angel

First day of the new school year, I was standing around with my best friends Migé and Lindé. This was our supposed new class, the group we had to stay in for the rest of the school year and to be honest, most of them seemed like jackasses. All except one... the blue eyed angel at the back of the class.

I wasn’t trying to make him sound so amazing, even though he did look fucking gorgeous, he was an angel. But something was off about him. How do I know he’s an angel? Why, sweetheart I’m an angel as well. My wings are as pure as the white winter’s night, I was basically unstoppable. But this teen, this angel before me seemed different than myself.

The blue eyed teen turned towards me and grinned, turning back to his friends and saying something before walking over to me.

He stopped in front of me and held his hand out, the cheeky little smile still on his lips.

“Hi, I’m Bam!” I chuckled and shook his hand, a flash of a blue eyed black winged angel marring my vision for just a moment. Is this the angel I am supposed to hate? How can I hate this sweetheart?

“I’m Ville; this is Lindé and Migé my best friends.” Bam nodded to the pair of them; soon Bam’s name got called out by his friends. I looked over his shoulder and saw a blond haired man holding a bag, cat in the other hand.

“Bam, your mum is not going to be happy if she finds out you brought Yewy to school again.”

“Yewy always jumps into my bag. You even seen him do it once!” Bam shouted, laughing as the small fluffy cat jumped back into the bag. Our teacher walked past and stared at both me and Bam, smirking slightly before walking over to his desk. Why did I get the feeling something was off about our teacher?

“Hey Bam!” I turned my head around, looking at Ville running towards me. He stopped and smiled at me and I felt something weird rush over me.

‘We shall never be together...’ I blinked and shook my head, looking up at the concerned green eyes. Ever since I met Ville I had many strange feelings rush over me. A voice deep in the back of my mind kept repeating sayings that I had never heard before... and yet they sound so familiar like I had only heard them yesterday.

“Bam, you okay?” I shook my head and sighed, no matter, I would find out sooner all later.

“I think I’m gonna go home, I don’t feel too good.” Ville sighed sadly and rubbed my back.

“Want em to tell the office?” I nod quietly and whip out my phone; Yewy meowed at me and poked his head out of my bag. Ville chuckled and petted the creature, before telling it to duck down as a teacher walked past us.

“Hello, Ape? I don’t feel good. Yeah please come get me. Yes I know I’ve only been here for a few hours but I- okay thanks see ya in ten.” I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket.

“How old is Yewy?” Ville asked me.

‘Hatred is a feeling forced upon us.’

I quietly groaned, hoping Ville didn’t hear me.

“I don’t know, he was around before I was born and always stays as bloody cute.” I grumbled, Ville chuckled and we watched the school kids younger than us play football.

“Have you ever felt you don’t know yourself?” I blinked and looked up at Ville; he was looking out to the playing fields but his face remained emotionless.

“All the time, my mum, Ape, always keeps checking up on me then goes to tell Pop Pop.”

“That’s not what I meant, I mean how YOU feel.”

“Oh, well, I always keep getting strange feelings, and I’m off school most of the time because of it. I always have a voice inside my head... fucking hell I sound like a maniac.” I chuckled, hearing Ville chuckle along with me.

“I know how you feel. Hey, isn’t that your mum?” I look over to the purple PT and smiled.

“Yeah, I see you tomorrow probably.” I said, waving and running towards the car. For some reason, I had a feeling I was going to get to know Ville, as well as who I really am.

A few weeks passed and I discovered Bam was quite a popular person. Everyone thought he was hilarious, the girls loved him. Some people hated him but with his popularity nobody dared go after him.

I smiled as I watched Bam talk to two of the girls he was sitting next to. We were both in the back rows, I was on the left row, he was on the right. Both of us sitting on the inside. He turned to me and grinned, passing me a piece of paper while our teacher faced the board.

“Brandon, I won’t say I saw you passing that note if you get on with your work.” Bam growled quietly and leaned back in his chair.

“If you call me Bam, like I have told you so many times, I will get on my work and then you can pretend you didn’t see anything.” The class chuckled quietly.

“I shall call you Brandon, because that is the name on the register.”

“Then I shall not do my work.”

“Then I want the note.” Bam smirked and I didn’t know whether to hide the note or not.

“Ville pass me the not.” I frowned and passed the note; Bam pulled me a tad closer and whispered in my ear.

“Meet me after class.” I handed him the note and he grinned, first at me then the teacher, before shoving the note in his mouth.

“Oh my god!” the girl squealed next to me. Bams friends were laughing continuously and I couldn’t help but laugh along.

I felt a twinge in my gut and groaned, it shouldn’t be happening in class! Bam turned to me and frowned worriedly.

“Sir Can I leave? I don’t feel well.” I said quickly. The teacher nodded and Bam was about to walk with me. I shook my head and grabbed my bag. Running quickly towards the toilets.

I leaned over the sinks and dropped my bag to the floor; the toilets thankfully had no cameras. I felt the horrible pain in my back and groaned, my fingers scrapping the sinks as I as felt my white wings tear through my top.

My white wings burst forth and I looked up in the mirror, tears streaming down my cheek. The pain too much as my wings flapped back and forth twice before folding.

“Ville?”

My eyes widened as I quickly turned to look at Bam, who was staring at me wide eyed.

“What the?”

“Bam I can explain-“

“Is this why you’re always so quiet?” I frowned; I was expecting Bam to lash out, expecting him to run.

“Sometimes, I’m quiet because of my personality.” I stated, Bam slowly walked towards me and touched my wing gently. It twitched slightly at the touch and I groaned.

“Whoa! Sorry did I hurt you?” I shook my head and smiled softly. Looking into Bams oh so blue eyes made me fall deeper and deeper into him. My parents are going to kill me if they found out I was in love with the one I’m suppose to hate.

“Ville? You okay?” I blinked and pulled Bam close against my body, he gasped quietly and blushed looking down to hide his embarrassment.

I chuckled and forced Bam to look up at me, before smashing my lips against his.

I felt my blue-eyed angel tense as his hands came to rest at my shoulders. He gasped and turned his head.

“Ville what are you doing?”

I didn’t stop my assault on him as my lips found new places to kiss along his neck.

Bam. I-I can’t stop myself.” I breathed against the warm skin of his neck, eyes rolling back at how soft his flesh felt under my lips.

“Stop it!” Bam half yelped half moaned, as I wrapped my arms tighter around his back and forced him back into a stall, kicking the door shut and fumbling behind my back for the latch.

“Ville… Please... This isn’t right.”

Bam whimpered as I spun around, tucking my pearly white wings flat against my back so they wouldn’t get in the way and pushed him against the now locked stall door.

‘Fear and pain will consume you’

I felt my whole body tremble as words echoed around in my head and Ville’s pillow soft lips moved slowly back up my neck.

I knew he was going to kiss me again and it made bolts of heat streak through my limbs. My stomach began to knot and my back hurt which I guessed was form being shoved against the door.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as this creature…this Angel pulled back from me and licked his lips.

“Bam. I’m sorry. I just…”

I couldn’t help but watch that pink tongue dart out over those cherry lips. I wanted him to kiss me again.

Ville was shaking. I could visibly see his body tremble. His wings fluttering lightly against his back causing his silky waves to drift into his eyes.

I reached out slowly, timidly catching a lock of hair between my fingers. Instantly I felt a strange burning sensation within me, like heart burn only more in the pit of my stomach.

“Ville, I don’t feel well.” I whispered, as soft cool fingers slipped under my shirt and started to lightly stroke my abdomen.

“Shhh.” Ville hissed, gazing deep into my eyes. There was a storm brewing behind those mossy greens.

I jumped as black wings flashed in my mind. Screams echoed through my head. Ville’s warm soft lips slipping against mine, hand creeping higher.

Flashes of light, feathers, blood. It all spun around inside my head making me dizzy.

“Dark.” Ville breathed against my lips, his fingers ghosting over my nipple. “My blue eyed Angel.”

Pain ripped through me. My body buzzed. My ears rang. My head pounded. This wasn’t right. Something was not right.

‘You will never have each other’

“NO! STOP!” I screamed, hearing the voices again. Finding the strength I never knew I had I shoved the winged creature off me sending him slamming back against the toilet with a startled cry.

My heart was racing, beating wildly against my ribs. I couldn’t breathe. No matter how hard I gasped for air my lungs still burned. I still felt light headed.

“Bam?” Ville yelped, watching me as I stumbled and dropped to my knees.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, holding my up, keeping me from falling completely to the floor.

“Bam it’s ok. I know it hurts but if you fight, it will tear you apart.”

I looked up at him. What did he mean if I fight? Fight what?

“I don’t… it hurts… what’s wrong with me?” I glared up at Ville. “What did you do to me?”

Ville moved the curls back from my face and placed his warm lips against me head.

‘You will fight forever’

“STOP!” I screamed, pushing him back hard and finding my feet. Quickly I turned and fumbled with the lock. My fingers not working like I wanted them too.

“Wait!” Ville yelped behind me, grabbing the back of my shirt as I pushed open the door. “I have to tell you something.”

‘Till the death’

“LET ME GO!” I growled, turning to face him, feeling my shirt rip. Fire raced up my spine, spreading over my shoulders. Again I was filled with pain and stumbled till I hit the wall.

“Dark! Please?”

‘You will forever fight as Light and Dark’

I stood up right still leaning against the wall eyes locked on to Ville’s as he walked towards me, hand out murmuring sweetly to me.

“Light?”

Ville froze. Eyes growing wide.

I groaned clutching my sides. My whole body hurt.

“Bam please. Don’t fight it. Let it happen. We can beat this. I don’t want to spend another lifetime having to hate you.”

I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back. I left my bag lying on the floor at Ville’s feet and ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could.

What did he mean by another life time? We can get through what?

I paused for a moment just outside the school doors trying to catch my breath. Watching the other students glare at me and point.

Why did I call him Light?

Well We hope you guys enjoyed this and hope you will keep and eye out for the other chapters...
let us know what you thought
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Can You See Me Now?

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 07:10:25 GMT

Title: Under Streetlights
Rating: PG-NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Ville is a streetwalker who thinks this is as good as life gets... Until he meets Bam.

http://deeperintodark.livejournal.com/67287.html

Title: It's A Miracle
Rating: PG-NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Ville and Bam are in love... But can that survive college?

http://deeperintodark.livejournal.com/67480.html

Title: Clowns
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Bam discusses seeing reality.
AN: Inspired, somehow, by the song Clowns by Tatu

http://deeperintodark.livejournal.com/67717.html

Cracked and Damaged; chapter one of many.

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:33:00 GMT

Title: Cracked and Damaged
Author: radioriots
Pairing/band: vam
Rating: PG13-R
Disclaimer: Don't own..it's sad really.
Warnings: violence, beating,
Notes: Posted on Mibba.
Summary: Ville wanted to stand up to Bam, and hit him in the face for a change, he didn't want to be afraid, he didn't want to run away anymore. But he didn't dare take the chance. It was too risky, if something backfired, he'd get beat again. Ville didn't want to give whatever love he had left to Bam anymore. He didn't want to be treated worse than gum on the bottom on Bam's skate shoe anymore. He needed help, but he feared telling anyone the horror of what Bam was doing to him.

Ville sat next to Bam on the couch only because he was ordered to, and continued to sit there the whole time Bam had his friends over. Ville noticed before Bam did that the beer in his hands was empty, but didn't dare say anything in fear of being hit, but he knew Bam would never do that in front of his friends.

Bam laughed at something Raab had said, and put the bottle to his lips and lifted it, only to find it was empty. Ville just watched. "Ville, get me another beer, would you?" It wasn't a question, Ville knew. It was a demand.

Ville didn't say anything and stood up from the couch, walking by Bam and out into the kitchen. This is how he was supposed to act with Bam's friends around. No smiles, no talking to anyone unless Bam gave permission, and obey Bam's every whim and command.

Ville's fingers curled around the neck of the brown bottle, beginning to pull it out of the fridge, when a hot whisper in his ear startled him.

"Hey," they whispered, placing a hand on Ville's hip.

When Ville had turned around to face them, it was too late. The beer had slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor at their feet.

Ville turned as white as Meth and his eyes grew wide. He knew what was coming, he knew. He started to shake, and slowly fall to the floor, tears springing to life in his tired eyes.

"Whoa, easy, Ville..." Knoxville said, now looking scared. He knew no one was supposed to touch Bam's Ville like he just had. He suddenly decided it was a good idea if he got out of the kitchen before Bam came in.

Ville was still shaking as he went to pick up the pieces of broken glass, piling them into his other hand, listening to his own sobs and the angry footsteps of Bam as he got closer.

"What the hell did you do this time, Ville?" He hissed, watching him pick up the pieces faster, now, the tears falling and mixing with the mess on the floor, the door to the fridge still hanging open. "You dropped a beer?"

Ville knew it was coming, he just knew. Bam was already tipsy, who knew what he was capable of. Ville knew, oh, he knew all to well.

"You dropped a beer?" he repeated, his eyes filling with rage. Ville sobbed more, but stopped for a second and fell to the floor as Bam kicked him hard in the side, making him yelp in pain and slip, now lying on his side in the spilled beer, his fingers cut badly from the broken glass he was reaching for.

Ville cried more, curled his fingers into a fist and held it to his chest. But he didn't dare say a word.

Bam stomped through the beer mess up to Ville, crouching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his face up and forcing him to look. "I'll finish this later, mark my words, Ville..." he spat, before standing up and back out into the living room, ready to tell all his friends his beloved Ville was hurt and that they all needed to go home.

A promise is a promise. Bam never breaks them, only Ville. Bam would be back, and he would beat him some more and leave more cuts on his skin. Ville never knew what was next, so many things had happened already that it was impossible to tell what was next.

Ville fought the pain, trying to ignore it, as he picked up the broken glass again, his blood from his fingers now stinging from the beer that was now invading the wound and dripping onto the floor. He tossed the glass in the garbage bin, and grabbed the towel off the counter, where he'd left it last, and soaked up as much of the beer and blood he could, before wringing it out and doing it again.

When he was finished, he stood up at the sink and bit his lip and silently cried as he washed out his cut, trying to stop the bloodflow, with no success.

"Ville," Bam ordered, "Come here."

Ville twisted the tap water off and turned, looking at Bam and walking to him, his hand over his cuts, applying pressure. "Yes?"

"Let me see."

Ville looked to his hand, slowly pulling his palm off of the cuts, watching the blood seep out as he showed Bam.

Bam took his hand, wiped the blood away with his thumb, and shoved Ville's hand back at him. "Tend to it, clean the mess up that the boys made, and then meet me upstairs. Understand?" Bam asked.

Ville nodded, mutely.

Bam wasn't satisfied. He grabbed Ville's chin and forced him to look into his eyes. "I said, understand?"

Ville wanted to swat his hand away and wipe the blood off his chin Bam had just smeared there with his thumb, but forced himself to refrain. "Yes, Bam."

"Good." Bam let go, and turned. "Hurry up." was all he left Ville with, and fled to the bedroom.

Oh my God, it's her!

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 03:25:54 GMT

Hey girls, miss me?

Okay, okay. Sorry I haven't posted in like, twelve years, but I've had a lot on my plate. The Aftermath will be updated soon, I promise. It's just been tough getting around to it. I couldn't think of anything to write for it, I've been sick, and a few other things have been happening in my personal life, and I just haven't had the gumption to write.

Sorry ladies, but it'll be up soon, I promise!

Miss Dani <3

Bam Bam in Finland

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 01:32:22 GMT

please don't make me do it

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 21:57:11 GMT

Author: Abz666
Title: Please don't make me do it (2/3)
Pairing: Vam, silght mention Novak/Ville from the past
Summery: Bam is a trained assassin. things starts to change when he meets a green eyed man
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in the story, the story is just made up.
Author notes: Italics is what people are thinking.

Bam arranged to go to Venus Doom with Dunn and Novak the next night. Bam was struggling to find something to wear when Dunn comes into his room to find a pile of clothes on the floor. “What is taking you so long to get ready? Why is there a pile of clothes on the floor?”

“I can’t find anything nice to wear.” “Why don’t you just wear your jeans with a black dress shirt?” “Right. Thanks for that man.” As soon as Bam had dressed, he yelled for Novak. “Dude, are you ready yet?” we wanna go.” “NO.” “WHY NOT?” “I CANNOT FIND ANYTHING TO WEAR.”

“Jesus Christ. You and Bam are worse then a girl put together. Wear whatever you have got on.” Novak comes down the stairs in a pair of boxers only. “Right. I’m ready.” Bam looks at Novak with wide eyes. “You are not wearing that.” “Why not? Ville liked it when we were in his office last time I was their.” “I don’t care what Ville likes. Get some clothes on.”

Novak turned around and was about to go upstairs when Bam stopped him. “What do you mean Ville liked it?” Novak walked up the stairs smiling and avoiding the question. Why won’t he answer the question? I wanna know what he means. After half an hour, they are standing outside the club. Novak walks up to Seppo, who is guarding the doors.

“Long time, no see!” “I know.” “I see you finally brought some mates with you.” “Yeah. How is playing tonight?” “Him and the 69 eyes.” “Cool. Ville hasn’t played in a while. See you later, Bye.” “Bye.” Novak runs in flowed by Bam and Dunn.

They sit on a table that is near the stage. Juska comes over and asked if Novak wanted his usual drink. “Do you want the usual?” “Yeah but make it three.” “right.” He goes back to the bar and asked Jykri to takes the drinks to table three.

Jykri is not happy to see Novak. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I’ve come to have a few drinks with my mates and see Ville perform.” “You should not be here.” Bam and Dunn looks confused. “Why not?” “He got banned for not paying his bill. I want you out as soon as you have finished your drink Novak.” Bam get mad about the way his mate is being treated. “Will you let him stay if a pay it for him.” Jykri turns his attention to Bam. “Yes. I’ll let Ville know as soon as he is finished on stage. Enjoy your night.”

Him comes on stage and everyone starts cheering. Dunn looks at the band then at Novak. “Which one is Ville?” “The lead singer.” When the music starts, the room goes quite. After a while Dunn notices that Bam eyes have never left the stage, especially Ville. God he looks even hotter in person. You have a mission to do, keep your mind focus Bam. Dunn nudges Bam. “You have a mission to do, remember.” Bam looks at Dunn. “I know.”

After the show is over, Ville walks to the bar. He talks to Jykri for a bit. Jykri tells him about Bam paying Novak bill. Ville lights a cigarette and walks over to table three. “Hi. I have been told you are here to pay your bill Novak. Is that right?” “Yeah but Novak is not paying. I am.” Ville turns his attention to Bam. “Right. Well if you follow me we can get it sorted so you can enjoy the rest of your night.” Bam got up and followed Ville. “Where are we going?”

“My office.” “Right, I knew that.” Ville starts chucking at that. Bam was watching Ville all the way to his office. He has a cute laugh and ass. Stop eye fucking him and think of your mission. “I liked the show. You have a good singing voice.”

Way to go Bam. I could not have said anything more stupid in my whole live. Hope he doesn’t think I am that stupid all the time. No Waite I am that stupid all the time, what am I saying well I mean thinking. Shut the fuck up brain. Ville stops to open the door and let Bam in first. “Tanks by the way I’m Ville.” “I’m Bam. Hoiw much does Novak own you?” “About £300.”

“Jesus Christ. No wonder why that person you were talking to banned him. I’m banning him from coming here.” “Jykri. That’s not the reason why he got banned.” “Why, what do you mean?” “Does it matter?” Bam looked hurt by Ville not wanting to tell him. “No, it doesn’t really. I’m going to find my mates.”

Bam started walking towards the door. “Waite.” “What do you want?” “do you want a drink?” “Yeah all right.” After two hours of drinking and getting to know each other, Bam decided to go and find his mates. When they got to the table, Dunn and Novak left. “Fuck I have no way of getting home.”

Ville turns to face Bam. “Do you wanna come back to my place tonight?” “Yes. Let’s go.” They walked back to Ville apartment holding hands. the next

The next morning Bam got a call from Don Vito saying he was needed in the office. Just as Bam was about to leave Ville woke up. “Morning sleepy head. I’m going to get breakfast then I have to go.”

Ville looked at Bam. “Do you have to?” “Yes I have to. I’ll see you at the club tonight and make it up to you. I promise.” Bam smiles at Ville. “Right then. See you tonight. Bye.” “Bye love.” bam walked out the house. After 10 minutes of walking Bam was stood inside Don Vito office. I can’t believe I had to leave Ville because of stupid Don Vito. He looked really cute when he just woken up. Bam stop thinking like that, you have a job to do. I don’t wanna have to kill someone I’m starting to like and I mean really like. This is gonna be hard.

“Good morning Bam. How is the mission going? Have you done the kill yet?” “No I have not.” “Why have you not done it yet? People have see you with him so why is he not dead?” “I’m trying to get a good knowledge of his daily routine so I can find a time when he is on his own.”

“I have another mission for you. I’m sorry to give you more than one mission at a time but the person said it was important that both Ville and this other person are killed by the end of next week. All the information is in the envelop.” Bam took the envelop off the table and opened it. His next mission was to get rid of Brandon Novak.

"Bam slammed his fist on the table before looking at Don Vito. “I am not doing this. Novak is one of my best friends. Why should I do this mission?” “You have been given Novak as you are getting rid of Ville.” “WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO GET RID OF MY BEST MATE AND THE ONE PERSON THAT I AM SLOWING FALLING HEAD OF HEELS FOR?”

Bam this is your job. I told you not to get to personal with people involved in your mission.” “I don’t care. I’m not doing this.” “If you don’t do this then you will join them as well. I do not what to have to do this but I will if you make me.”

“Fine, I’ll do the mission.” Bam stormed out the office and went to sit by the lake. How the hell do I complete this mission. This is impossible for me to do. Why did I start this job. I guess it was for the money. Bam was pulled out of his thought by his mobile going off. He answer it without checking the caller ID.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I’m sorry have I called you at a bad time? If you want I’ll call you later.

No you don’t have to call later. I’ve just had a hard time with my boss that was all.

If you are not doing anything then you could come round and I’ll help you relife some of your stress.

Yeah I’ll like that. See you soon.

Bam hung up the phone with a smile then rushes over to Ville place. As soon as he got there, he was greeted by a sexy looking Ville. This made Bam forget about his mission for a bit. God Ville looks hot like that. Their most be a way to get out of my mission. I may as well enjoy this while it last. I can then think og how to get out of the mess later.

i re-did this chapter. comment to tell me what you think. What do you think Bam should do:

Bam to persuade Ville and Novak to escape the country.

Tell Don Vito where to get lost and quite his job then go out with Ville

Should Bam just get on with his mission. If so how should the mission be carried out

Where the Lines begin to Blur - 5

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 20:14:33 GMT

Title: Where the Lines begin to Blur
Part: 5/?
Chapter Links: Links to all the Chapters
Author: tia_maria_616 & sweetchild85
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG - NC-17, depending on the chapter

Summary: A troublemaker and a teacher with a past meet outside of lessons for some private tutoring, but it soon becomes apparent that their subject is changing from maths to chemistry. How long can their learning last before the experiment bubbles over and someone gets burnt?

Disclaimer: Persons are a law unto themselves and sadly we cannot claim ownership rights.
Warning: Age-difference, teacher/student - relationship
A/N: This was basically started as an RP and just edited now to post it up as a story to share the fun with you. So hold on to your hats and fasten your seat-belts, this is just the beginning.

Where the Lines begin to Blur - 5

Calling Doctor Love- Chapter 4

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 18:19:15 GMT

Title: Calling Doctor Love
Author: kimmixvalox616 / xkissxofxdawnxPairing:Vam of course ^_^
Rating: PG-13....maybe more.
Summery: Doesn't everyone just hate those f**king Telesales people? Bam did that was until he heard his voice.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't, now excuse me while I just go and weep in a corner :(

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

[Hello everyone ^_^ okay, so I'm really trying to concentrate on 'He's What I Go To School For' so this chapter is really crappy and short :S I am terribly sorry for this, I really am! plus I'm in a Ville haze and all my mind is thinking of is that damn Kerrang! interview xD if you can buy it in your area...go get it! I mean it! he looks so perfect on the front cover! and even the people I work with said he looks really pretty hehe! anyway, go read!]

“Hello?”

“Hello Bammie”

“Hey Ville what’s up?”

“I have a surprise for you”

“Oh really? What is it?”

“It’s a surprise, like I said”

“Oh come on! Purr-lease?!”

Bam stopped his whining as he heard the doorbell ring, grunting, he stood from his computer chair, quickly tucking his cock back into his pants.

He had been jacking off to the man’s voice without the Finn knowing.

He felt perverted, but at the same time adrenaline rushed through his body.

He didn’t think the man had noticed the few little moans he had given off.

He walked down the stairs, grumbling to himself, phone still pressed to his ear, not hearing a single word from the Finn’s mouth.

He called his name down the phone, hearing nothing.

“The idiot hung up on me” He grunted, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and he hung the phone up and placed it in his pocket.

The door bell rung again, hoping it wasn’t some crazy fan, or even worse, his mother.

“Hold the fuck on!” He called to the front door, pulling a random shirt on.

He walked towards the door, hearing the shuffle of feet outside. His mother did that, shuffled her feet when she was waiting for something.

“Why didn’t you just fucking come-” He stopped dead as he swung the large doors open, seeing a very feminine looking male stood in the doorway.

“Hello Bammie” He smiled.

His voice. That Nickname. It was HIM

“Ville?” He blinked, thinking maybe it was a dream. Was he really seeing the Finn in front of him?

He didn’t know what to say. His throat had dried up, trapping any words that wanted to escape his lips in his throat.

The Finnish man laughed a little and nodded, dropping the single backpack in his hands on the floor and taking the dazed and confused American into his arms.

Bam pulled back slightly after a couple of minutes, just enough to connect their eyes.

“How- How did you know where I lived?” He asked, still shocked to see the other man.

“Well, with me being a Tele-Marketer, I have all your details on record” He chuckled, moving a piece of Bam’s hair from his cerulean eyes.

“It’s like you’re a stalker or something,” He paused with a smirk “although, a very sexy stalker” He winked suggestively at the man.

He gazed into his eyes, noticing the perfect green colour in them. The man himself was perfect. His voice highlighted his beauty perfectly.

“Lets go inside” Bam smiled to the older man, taking his hand and leading him into the warmth of the house.

More Icons I made.. Yippy!!

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 16:27:13 GMT

I know they're not as fancy as some others are. I hope you like them and if you use please credit.
XO

why do all good things come to an end?

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 13:16:48 GMT

Author: Abz666
Title: All good things must come to an end (4/5)
Pairing: Vam,
Summery: What happens when 2 people fall in love. They ask themselves "why do all good things come to an end?". Can they work the answer out before it it too late?
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in the story, the story is just made up.
Author notes Italic is what Bam is thinking. The story is in Bam pov. The red writing is the song.

http://abz666.livejournal.com/7758.html#cutid1 the story begins

http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3652747.html#cutid1 I don’t want anyone else. I want you.

http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3660060.html#cutid1 do you think I’m just a child?

The story had been extended because I could put all my ideas for the ending down all at once. One more chapter to go. Do people think that Ville and Bam can discover the answers or will it end up in tears?

They arrive at the airport. Ville gets out the car first and holds his hand out for Bam to take it. “No I don’t think you are just a child but you can act like one at times.” “Thank god, I was started to get worried.” Bam puts his arm round Ville waist and starts walking into the airport with Ville. Bam leaves Ape and Phil to bring Ville suitcase with them.

Ape shouts to the two boys. “ARE YOU GOING TO HELP US OR JUST LEAVE IT TO US LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO BRANDON?” Ville looks Bam in the eyes speaking to him. “It is my stuff. I should go and take it in myself.” Bam turns to face Ape. “Mum can you please take Ville stuff so I can spend more time with him before he goes.”

Ape gives in up when she sees the sad look on Bam’s face. “Yes but don’t spend to long with Ville as he has a plane to catch.” By the time Ape finished her sentence she realised that Bam had disappeared. She turns to Phil. “I don’t see the point in talking to Bam, he never listens to what you are telling him.” “April, I don’t think you should be too hard on him. Once today is over he will need us to help him get over Ville.”

“I don’t see why Ville has to end it?” “I agree with Ville. Bam is young and he needs to experiment to find out what he really wants in life.” “I know what Bam wants in life. He wants Ville and Ville wants Bam.” “How can you tell?” “For one I am Bam mother and I can tell just by watching them. I can tell they love each other just by the way their eyes lit up every time they are together.”

Ape and Phil walk into the airport to find that the lads in a dark corner kissing passionately. “how long do you have before you get on the plane?” “About an hour.” “So there is still time for me to try and chance your mind.” “There is no point in trying. This is for the best.” “I know but I still don’t want you to go.”

Ape was about to walk up to them but Phil stops her. “I think they need a bit of time on their own plus they have just walked off some where.” Ville takes hold of Bam’s hand and takes him to a disable toilet and pushes him inside then locks the door. “Ville, what are we doing…” Ville cut Bam of by putting his arms round Bam and kisses him.

“I need you one last time before I go.” Bam puts his hand round the back of Ville neck and pulls Ville towards him and places his lips to Ville again. Bam runs his tongue across Ville bottom lip and when Ville opens they slightly, Bam slips his tongue into Ville waiting month. They kiss starts out slow but Bam tilts Ville neck so he can deepen the kiss. When he deepens the kiss, Bam pushes Ville roughly into the door of the toilet.

Once Ville is against the door, Bam undoes his pants and pulls then down.. once that was done his starts kissing along his jaw line and down his neck. This movement has Ville moaning lightly. Ville then undoes Bam jeans and pulls them down with his underpants. Bam wet three of his fingers and was about to prepare Ville but was stopped by Ville.

“Baby I need to prepare you or it will hurt like hell and I don’t wanna hurt you.” “I don’t care. I just wanna feel you inside me just this one last time. You know what I’m like, I like the pain.” Bam kisses Ville. “Fine have it your way. don’t start complaining if your ass hurts like hell for your flight.” “It will not both you as you won’t see me again.” Ville gets impatient and implants himself on Bam dick.

Bam looked a bit shocked at Ville but Ville just smirks at Bam. “I’m sorry I got board waiting. Are you going to start moving or just stand their?” “With please.” Bam moves out and pushes back in at a slow pace. After a few thrust Bam starts thrust at a faster pace ac Ville starts moving his hips to meet Bam’s thrust.

“God that’s it Bam. Just their but harder.” Bam trusted into Ville sweet spot with more force then he has ever used before causing both the men to moan really loudly. People that were walking past the toilet was shouting. “SHUT THE FUCK UP. THERE ARE OTHER DISABLE PEOPLE WAITING TO USE THE TOILET SO HURRY UP.”

Ville and Bam never heard this as they were to cut up in the pleasure they were feeling at the time. After another few hard thrust Ville came hard this caused Bam to hit his orgasms at cum. They both came screaming each other names. Once Bam came down from his high he pulled out of Ville. He looked at the smile Ville had plastered on his face.

What is he thinking? I can’t believe I just fucked him in a dirty disable toilet where people heard us I think. It was worth it to see the happy look in Ville eyes even thou it will be the last time I get to look into those amazing eyes of his.

“What are you thinking?” “why did we safe the best sex we’ve had until the very last time we have it?” I don’t know but it was the most amazing experience I have ever had and will ever have. Come on let’s go and find the others. By now the rest should have turned up.”

New VAM Wideo ^_^ MUWAHAHAHAHHA!

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 05:27:06 GMT

Author: Willa Walo (me) AKA Bittersweetspell
Pairing: Vam duh
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own then I only steal them on the weekends to come play at my cottage in the wood ^_^
Notes: I made this because I thought this song would fit them perfectly! ^_^
Warnings: NONE! lol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgnFlP1xVfM

Miscommunication (1/1)

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 04:54:40 GMT

Title: Miscommunication (1/1)
Author: blueandbrady
Pairing: Ville Valo/Bam Margera
Rating: PG-13?
Words: 1,495
Summary: Ville and Bam have different ideas as to what they are to each other after a night of drunken sex.
Beta: fadedpictures13
Disclaimer: Fictional story based on real people that I do not know, own, or make any money off of.
Warning: None. Correct me if I'm wrong.
A/N: Constructive criticism and comments are encouraged. If you are interested in reading other things I have written then the link is HERE.

Miscommunication