WOW, do I get random when I write!
Title: Punk'd
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R for swearage and a bit of bad blood
Pairing: VAM! Of course.
Disclaimer: If Ashton's pranked Bam or Ville, I definitely haven't seen it. And this hasn't happened, and despite the Vam, I kind of don't want it to.
AN: A little violence. It's Bam, you understand. ;)
Ville blew out a breath of smoke and plucked another few strings. "Man. They should be here by now, right?"
Bam nodded, wondering exactly what Ashton had planned for his best friend. "Yeah, dude, they should."
Ville sighed. "Where the fuck are they...?"
Bam's phone rang. "I don't know, man, but hold on a sec, 'kay. Gotta take this." He stood and walked into the room outside the soundproof studio.
"Yo, Kutch, what's up, man?"
Bam heard the plan and shook his head, forgetting the master prankster couldn't see him. "Alright. Go along with what you say, okay, I got it. Yeah, later, fucker." He hung up the phone and scratched his head, just a little more curious about what was in store for Ville.
"Who was that, Bam?" Ville queried as Bam walked back into the studio.
Bam shrugged with a grimace. "Another one of those producer fuckers wanting me to do a follow-up to Bam's Unholy Union. You'd think they got it after I split up with Missy that I don't want more fucking media coverage."
Ville came over and sat next to Bam, still holding Sylvester reverently. "S'ok, Bammie. They're cunts; just forget them." He wrapped his arm round Bam's shoulders for a slight hug.
Bam favored him with a nod and a grin--he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
*
It did, in quite an explosive and startling way.
First was the phone call. Out of nowhere, Bam's cell started to ring and he picked it up hurriedly, hoping he could say 'hi' before Ashton blew the whole charade.
"Yeah? Mizee?" Bam's brow furrowed; Mige barely ever called him.
"Give minun Rakohammas the phone, Bam!" Mige sounded so panicked that Bam actually obeyed, practically throwing the cell at Ville and staring with wide eyes as he started to talk.
"Wh-what? You're in a bank getting money for dinner tonight? Jesus, why the hell didn't you do this before?" Ville was a little annoyed, Bam could tell.
"Sorry, Viltsu, but we were flat broke and-" His apology was interrupted by a loud cry. "Oh shit, Ville! Fucking robbers! Oh my god, Lily! They shot him, Vil', they fucking shot him! I'll kill them!" There was a thump as though Mige had just dropped the phone and gone after the robbers and Ville's eyes went wide.
"What?! Mige, no-- you can't go after them! They'll--" His protesting was broken by another loud cry, this time from Mige and a thump that far exceeded the other one, the thump of a body collapsing.
"Mige? Linde? Oh, oh my god, oh my god! Bam, Mige and Linde were shot! Oh my god!" Ville was starting to hyperventilate, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts of panic. Bam fought his natural urge to comfort the other man, remembering that this was only a joke and it would all be over soon.
His brow scrunched as Ville started to sniff and he realized the vocalist was crying silently, scared out of his wits. Immediately, he wanted to take a two-by-four to Ashton Kutcher for ever thinking up this harebrained scheme, and run headfirst into a wall for being stupid enough to go along with it.
Ville tossed himself into Bam's arms, holding onto his biceps and shaking like a leaf. "Bam...what if they're...dead?" His face looked like a squished apricot as he started to cry harder and Bam sat on his hands to keep from punching himself in the face.
His cell rang again and he snatched it up, hoping it was Lily and Mizee to say they were okay.
*
It wasn't. It was Ashton.
"I'm on my way down," he said, and with that hung up. Bam was furious.
By the time the ringmaster of this dumbass little ploy got downstairs, Bam's temper was through the roof. Ville was curled in a ball next to him, chain-smoking through three-quarters of his pack, still crying and Bam was ready to murder Ashton for what he'd done to his friend.
The brunette man slammed his way into the studio to make Ville look up, and look up Ville did, with teary green eyes that Bam felt like a punch to the gut.
"Who are you?" he asked in a small voice, "Wait...I know you. You're that guy from that prank...show..."
His eyes narrowed and flicked to Bam and he scowled. "Bam, tell me you didn't..."
Bam didn't make it a point usually to feel guilty for the asshole things he did, but looking into Ville's eyes and seeing how hurt and betrayed his friend felt, he got the urge to throw himself off a bridge somewhere. "Uh...I didn't?"
It was obviously a question and Ville's eyes flashed green fire. "You motherfucker. Mige and Linde are just fine, aren't they."
Bam nodded, eyes downcast. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Ville."
Ville looked away. "Sorry won't fix it this time, dear Bam!" He sneered the last two words and folded his arms over his chest, getting ready to make a dramatic exit but being stopped when Bam threw himself at Ashton.
"You cocksucker!" Bam was laying punches anywhere he could--face, stomach, chest, shoulder, neck--anyfuckingwhere he could reach. He snarled like a wild animal and hit harder, the betrayal radiating off of Ville fueling his anger like dry straw in a forest fire.
"How fucking dare you hurt Willa like that and make me go along with it, you fuckface!" Bam was starting to lose energy, and seeing his chance, Ashton pushed with all of his might to get Bam off him.
Bam flew off him, alright--off him and directly into the soundboard, the corner to be exact. Ashton's laugh stopped in his throat when the skater's eyes rolled back and he crumpled to the ground.
"Bammie!" Ville's fury vanished in the face of his fear for Bam's well-being and he dropped to his knees next to his fallen friend, running his fingers through the brown curls on the back of Bam's head and finding them matted with blood. He screamed as his hand came away red and in less than a second, the color had gone from his fingers to before his eyes and he growled under his breath, wiping his hands on his jeans and getting up to avenge Bam.
Lucky for Ashton, Mige and Linde arrived at that moment and rushed in to restrain Ville as he fought with every bit of strength in his body to get to Ashton and make him pay for what he'd done. "Fucking let me go, damnit," he yelled at his friends, squirming and kicking to get away.
Then the shallow, barely there breaths from Bam stopped. Ville's eyes welled instanteously. His anger forgotten, he yanked away from Mige and Linde and ran to the unconscious form of his best friend, feeling for a pulse and almost not getting one. A tear fell, then another, and another as he shrieked for someone to call an ambulance.
"Bam, you'll be alright, 'kay? You'll be okay, alright, Bam?" Ville was moving from panic to hysteria as he held Bam's limp figure close to his chest and tried to catch a whisper of breath from his lips.
Not a single sound emerged.
The ambulance arrived and Ville reluctantly let go of Bam, jumping in the back before the doctors could say no and pulling Bam's cold and sweaty hand into his own, stroking it just to have something to do with his fingers.
"Wil...w-will he be alright?" Ville asked, still tenderly running one finger along the back of Bam's hand.
The man shrugged. "We don't know yet."
Ville fought the urge to yell his frustration and went silent for the remainder of the journey.
He did scream, however, when he found out he couldn't go in with Bam while they fixed whatever was wrong with him.
*
Bam looked a little like a corpse, lying motionless in the hospital cot for three days with a bandage wrapped around his head and a stainless white blanket covering his form.
Ville's lips were cemented into a permanent frown. He sniffed back his sixth wave of tears in two hours while he watched Bam sleep.
A coma, they'd said. Bam was in a coma...
...And it was all his fault. If only he hadn't yelled at Bam, the younger man wouldn't have gone after Ashton, and he'd still be okay!
His self-loathing was interrupted by Mige sliding into the hospital room and sitting next to him, wrapping one arm around him. Remembering Bam doing the same, Ville's face twisted and he let out a sob.
"It's not your fault, Ville. Bam would've gone after Ashton whether or not you had said anything and you know it. Stop beating yourself up over it."
Ville sniffled and wiped his eyes. "I made it worse, Mizee, and you know it. If I had just shut up 'til Ashton was gone, he would've kept himself in check and he wouldn't be here now!"
Mige made a sound of dissent, but pulled Ville into a tighter embrace anyway and let him cry.
*
It was a little while later when Ville's restless slumber in the chair by Bam's bed was interrupted by a beep from his cell phone.
Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he flipped it open and stared at the screen.
Written across the screen in tiny black letters were the words Apology.mpg. With curiosity, Ville opened up the file and turned up the volume on his phone.
It was Bam--he was sitting on his couch with his phone a foot away from his face, looking close to tears.
"Vil', um...you know I'm not good at this sentimental shit, but...just in case whatever Ashton did was fucking retarded and you hate me now, this is me apologizing for my part in it. I never ever want to hurt you, and if that dumbass did, I'm really really sorry.
You mean a lot to me, Willa, and I don't think I'd be me without you with me, so please forgive me."
The screen went black for a second, but only a second, before flashing color again, showing Bam's tearstained cheeks and big, wet, blue eyes.
"Yeah, um, I'm back again, because this is way opposite of my better judgement, but just in case you're back in Helsinki and never want to see me again, I, uh, I kinda wanted to tell you something...just so you'll know, you know?"
Ville's eyes went wide and he pressed his nose practically to the screen. What could Bam possibly have to tell him?
"Ville, yeah, um, I...oh shit, this is such a dumbass idea, but um, I...I love you."
Ville's brow scrunched. "I know, Bammie. I love you too. You're my best friend--of course we love each other."
"No, no Ville. I can almost hear you saying, duh, best friends always love each other. Fuck, ah, I mean, that's not what I meant. I'm like...oh shit, how the hell do I say it...gah, I'm in love with you."
Ville gaped at the screen. "I-in love with me? Bammie? What?"
The Bam on the screen nodded. "Yeah. So there's my bigass secret. I hope we're still cool. Uh, later." The screen flashed black for good this time and Ville closed the phone, still in a daze of shock.
He sat back in the chair, wringing his fingers together and steepling them under his nose. "Bam...is in love with me. Bam? Bam's in love with me? What the hell?"
He half expected Bam to wake and hear him, but Bam lay still, as Ville's brain went crazy with the possibilities.
"But...but...he never said a fucking thing...and he was always so straight..." Ville was so confused that he didn't notice Bam stir and crack open an eye.
"What do I do now? I mean, it's...it's Bam."
Bam shut his eyes, half-conscious and waiting to find out what had Ville so conflicted. Just in time--Ville's eyes turned to the bed and he sighed.
"Okay. Yeah, I think I could fall for this boy but..."
Bam couldn't hide his shock--his eyes flew open and his jaw dropped open with an audible gasp.
Ville's eyes shot back to Bam on the bed. "Did-did you hear that?"
Bam couldn't bring himself to care how much of a shock he'd just given Ville. He smiled happily, surrounded by how content he was now that he knew Ville wasn't mad at him for his secret.
"Yes."
Ville swallowed. "You're in love with me?"
Bam grinned wider. "Yes."
"Um, would you...would you kiss me?"
Bam's eyes lit up and he leaned forward. Only a soft groan showed how much it hurt him. Slipping his arm around Ville's neck, he gently tugged him toward his face and pressed his lips against Ville's. "Yes," he murmured against Ville's mouth, then slid his tongue inside and kissed Ville properly.
The minute Ville closed his eyes and lost himself to the kiss he realized that he was a complete moron--he'd fallen for Bam years ago.
When they needed oxygen, Ville broke the kiss, pressing another barely there kiss to Bam's lips. They were both smiling.
"Love you, Willa," Bam whispered, laying his head against Ville's chest. "Ow, ow, that hurts but, I'm in your arms...so it's okay."
"I...I--" Ville tried.
"No, Vil', don't, you don't ha--"
"I love you, too, Bammie." Ville said with complete sincerity, staring into Bam's blue eyes as they turned light with joy.
"R-Really?"
Ville kissed Bam's lips again. "Yeah. Really."
The kiss deepened and got really heavy. Reluctantly, Ville dragged himself away and met Bam's glazed blue eyes with his own.
"But Bam? No more punking. Fucking ever, okay?"
Bam smiled. "Never, babe."
***
Fluffy and angsty, as are all of mine. :). Leave me some love?
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: R for swearage and a bit of bad blood
Pairing: VAM! Of course.
Disclaimer: If Ashton's pranked Bam or Ville, I definitely haven't seen it. And this hasn't happened, and despite the Vam, I kind of don't want it to.
AN: A little violence. It's Bam, you understand. ;)
Ville blew out a breath of smoke and plucked another few strings. "Man. They should be here by now, right?"
Bam nodded, wondering exactly what Ashton had planned for his best friend. "Yeah, dude, they should."
Ville sighed. "Where the fuck are they...?"
Bam's phone rang. "I don't know, man, but hold on a sec, 'kay. Gotta take this." He stood and walked into the room outside the soundproof studio.
"Yo, Kutch, what's up, man?"
Bam heard the plan and shook his head, forgetting the master prankster couldn't see him. "Alright. Go along with what you say, okay, I got it. Yeah, later, fucker." He hung up the phone and scratched his head, just a little more curious about what was in store for Ville.
"Who was that, Bam?" Ville queried as Bam walked back into the studio.
Bam shrugged with a grimace. "Another one of those producer fuckers wanting me to do a follow-up to Bam's Unholy Union. You'd think they got it after I split up with Missy that I don't want more fucking media coverage."
Ville came over and sat next to Bam, still holding Sylvester reverently. "S'ok, Bammie. They're cunts; just forget them." He wrapped his arm round Bam's shoulders for a slight hug.
Bam favored him with a nod and a grin--he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
*
It did, in quite an explosive and startling way.
First was the phone call. Out of nowhere, Bam's cell started to ring and he picked it up hurriedly, hoping he could say 'hi' before Ashton blew the whole charade.
"Yeah? Mizee?" Bam's brow furrowed; Mige barely ever called him.
"Give minun Rakohammas the phone, Bam!" Mige sounded so panicked that Bam actually obeyed, practically throwing the cell at Ville and staring with wide eyes as he started to talk.
"Wh-what? You're in a bank getting money for dinner tonight? Jesus, why the hell didn't you do this before?" Ville was a little annoyed, Bam could tell.
"Sorry, Viltsu, but we were flat broke and-" His apology was interrupted by a loud cry. "Oh shit, Ville! Fucking robbers! Oh my god, Lily! They shot him, Vil', they fucking shot him! I'll kill them!" There was a thump as though Mige had just dropped the phone and gone after the robbers and Ville's eyes went wide.
"What?! Mige, no-- you can't go after them! They'll--" His protesting was broken by another loud cry, this time from Mige and a thump that far exceeded the other one, the thump of a body collapsing.
"Mige? Linde? Oh, oh my god, oh my god! Bam, Mige and Linde were shot! Oh my god!" Ville was starting to hyperventilate, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts of panic. Bam fought his natural urge to comfort the other man, remembering that this was only a joke and it would all be over soon.
His brow scrunched as Ville started to sniff and he realized the vocalist was crying silently, scared out of his wits. Immediately, he wanted to take a two-by-four to Ashton Kutcher for ever thinking up this harebrained scheme, and run headfirst into a wall for being stupid enough to go along with it.
Ville tossed himself into Bam's arms, holding onto his biceps and shaking like a leaf. "Bam...what if they're...dead?" His face looked like a squished apricot as he started to cry harder and Bam sat on his hands to keep from punching himself in the face.
His cell rang again and he snatched it up, hoping it was Lily and Mizee to say they were okay.
*
It wasn't. It was Ashton.
"I'm on my way down," he said, and with that hung up. Bam was furious.
By the time the ringmaster of this dumbass little ploy got downstairs, Bam's temper was through the roof. Ville was curled in a ball next to him, chain-smoking through three-quarters of his pack, still crying and Bam was ready to murder Ashton for what he'd done to his friend.
The brunette man slammed his way into the studio to make Ville look up, and look up Ville did, with teary green eyes that Bam felt like a punch to the gut.
"Who are you?" he asked in a small voice, "Wait...I know you. You're that guy from that prank...show..."
His eyes narrowed and flicked to Bam and he scowled. "Bam, tell me you didn't..."
Bam didn't make it a point usually to feel guilty for the asshole things he did, but looking into Ville's eyes and seeing how hurt and betrayed his friend felt, he got the urge to throw himself off a bridge somewhere. "Uh...I didn't?"
It was obviously a question and Ville's eyes flashed green fire. "You motherfucker. Mige and Linde are just fine, aren't they."
Bam nodded, eyes downcast. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Ville."
Ville looked away. "Sorry won't fix it this time, dear Bam!" He sneered the last two words and folded his arms over his chest, getting ready to make a dramatic exit but being stopped when Bam threw himself at Ashton.
"You cocksucker!" Bam was laying punches anywhere he could--face, stomach, chest, shoulder, neck--anyfuckingwhere he could reach. He snarled like a wild animal and hit harder, the betrayal radiating off of Ville fueling his anger like dry straw in a forest fire.
"How fucking dare you hurt Willa like that and make me go along with it, you fuckface!" Bam was starting to lose energy, and seeing his chance, Ashton pushed with all of his might to get Bam off him.
Bam flew off him, alright--off him and directly into the soundboard, the corner to be exact. Ashton's laugh stopped in his throat when the skater's eyes rolled back and he crumpled to the ground.
"Bammie!" Ville's fury vanished in the face of his fear for Bam's well-being and he dropped to his knees next to his fallen friend, running his fingers through the brown curls on the back of Bam's head and finding them matted with blood. He screamed as his hand came away red and in less than a second, the color had gone from his fingers to before his eyes and he growled under his breath, wiping his hands on his jeans and getting up to avenge Bam.
Lucky for Ashton, Mige and Linde arrived at that moment and rushed in to restrain Ville as he fought with every bit of strength in his body to get to Ashton and make him pay for what he'd done. "Fucking let me go, damnit," he yelled at his friends, squirming and kicking to get away.
Then the shallow, barely there breaths from Bam stopped. Ville's eyes welled instanteously. His anger forgotten, he yanked away from Mige and Linde and ran to the unconscious form of his best friend, feeling for a pulse and almost not getting one. A tear fell, then another, and another as he shrieked for someone to call an ambulance.
"Bam, you'll be alright, 'kay? You'll be okay, alright, Bam?" Ville was moving from panic to hysteria as he held Bam's limp figure close to his chest and tried to catch a whisper of breath from his lips.
Not a single sound emerged.
The ambulance arrived and Ville reluctantly let go of Bam, jumping in the back before the doctors could say no and pulling Bam's cold and sweaty hand into his own, stroking it just to have something to do with his fingers.
"Wil...w-will he be alright?" Ville asked, still tenderly running one finger along the back of Bam's hand.
The man shrugged. "We don't know yet."
Ville fought the urge to yell his frustration and went silent for the remainder of the journey.
He did scream, however, when he found out he couldn't go in with Bam while they fixed whatever was wrong with him.
*
Bam looked a little like a corpse, lying motionless in the hospital cot for three days with a bandage wrapped around his head and a stainless white blanket covering his form.
Ville's lips were cemented into a permanent frown. He sniffed back his sixth wave of tears in two hours while he watched Bam sleep.
A coma, they'd said. Bam was in a coma...
...And it was all his fault. If only he hadn't yelled at Bam, the younger man wouldn't have gone after Ashton, and he'd still be okay!
His self-loathing was interrupted by Mige sliding into the hospital room and sitting next to him, wrapping one arm around him. Remembering Bam doing the same, Ville's face twisted and he let out a sob.
"It's not your fault, Ville. Bam would've gone after Ashton whether or not you had said anything and you know it. Stop beating yourself up over it."
Ville sniffled and wiped his eyes. "I made it worse, Mizee, and you know it. If I had just shut up 'til Ashton was gone, he would've kept himself in check and he wouldn't be here now!"
Mige made a sound of dissent, but pulled Ville into a tighter embrace anyway and let him cry.
*
It was a little while later when Ville's restless slumber in the chair by Bam's bed was interrupted by a beep from his cell phone.
Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he flipped it open and stared at the screen.
Written across the screen in tiny black letters were the words Apology.mpg. With curiosity, Ville opened up the file and turned up the volume on his phone.
It was Bam--he was sitting on his couch with his phone a foot away from his face, looking close to tears.
"Vil', um...you know I'm not good at this sentimental shit, but...just in case whatever Ashton did was fucking retarded and you hate me now, this is me apologizing for my part in it. I never ever want to hurt you, and if that dumbass did, I'm really really sorry.
You mean a lot to me, Willa, and I don't think I'd be me without you with me, so please forgive me."
The screen went black for a second, but only a second, before flashing color again, showing Bam's tearstained cheeks and big, wet, blue eyes.
"Yeah, um, I'm back again, because this is way opposite of my better judgement, but just in case you're back in Helsinki and never want to see me again, I, uh, I kinda wanted to tell you something...just so you'll know, you know?"
Ville's eyes went wide and he pressed his nose practically to the screen. What could Bam possibly have to tell him?
"Ville, yeah, um, I...oh shit, this is such a dumbass idea, but um, I...I love you."
Ville's brow scrunched. "I know, Bammie. I love you too. You're my best friend--of course we love each other."
"No, no Ville. I can almost hear you saying, duh, best friends always love each other. Fuck, ah, I mean, that's not what I meant. I'm like...oh shit, how the hell do I say it...gah, I'm in love with you."
Ville gaped at the screen. "I-in love with me? Bammie? What?"
The Bam on the screen nodded. "Yeah. So there's my bigass secret. I hope we're still cool. Uh, later." The screen flashed black for good this time and Ville closed the phone, still in a daze of shock.
He sat back in the chair, wringing his fingers together and steepling them under his nose. "Bam...is in love with me. Bam? Bam's in love with me? What the hell?"
He half expected Bam to wake and hear him, but Bam lay still, as Ville's brain went crazy with the possibilities.
"But...but...he never said a fucking thing...and he was always so straight..." Ville was so confused that he didn't notice Bam stir and crack open an eye.
"What do I do now? I mean, it's...it's Bam."
Bam shut his eyes, half-conscious and waiting to find out what had Ville so conflicted. Just in time--Ville's eyes turned to the bed and he sighed.
"Okay. Yeah, I think I could fall for this boy but..."
Bam couldn't hide his shock--his eyes flew open and his jaw dropped open with an audible gasp.
Ville's eyes shot back to Bam on the bed. "Did-did you hear that?"
Bam couldn't bring himself to care how much of a shock he'd just given Ville. He smiled happily, surrounded by how content he was now that he knew Ville wasn't mad at him for his secret.
"Yes."
Ville swallowed. "You're in love with me?"
Bam grinned wider. "Yes."
"Um, would you...would you kiss me?"
Bam's eyes lit up and he leaned forward. Only a soft groan showed how much it hurt him. Slipping his arm around Ville's neck, he gently tugged him toward his face and pressed his lips against Ville's. "Yes," he murmured against Ville's mouth, then slid his tongue inside and kissed Ville properly.
The minute Ville closed his eyes and lost himself to the kiss he realized that he was a complete moron--he'd fallen for Bam years ago.
When they needed oxygen, Ville broke the kiss, pressing another barely there kiss to Bam's lips. They were both smiling.
"Love you, Willa," Bam whispered, laying his head against Ville's chest. "Ow, ow, that hurts but, I'm in your arms...so it's okay."
"I...I--" Ville tried.
"No, Vil', don't, you don't ha--"
"I love you, too, Bammie." Ville said with complete sincerity, staring into Bam's blue eyes as they turned light with joy.
"R-Really?"
Ville kissed Bam's lips again. "Yeah. Really."
The kiss deepened and got really heavy. Reluctantly, Ville dragged himself away and met Bam's glazed blue eyes with his own.
"But Bam? No more punking. Fucking ever, okay?"
Bam smiled. "Never, babe."
***
Fluffy and angsty, as are all of mine. :). Leave me some love?