Disgusting. .:PunkxJericho:.
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Title: Disgusting. (I can NOT think of good titles. Bare with me. |D
Pairing: Punk/Jericho
Rating: PG. Cursing.
Summary: Chris hasn't been home in a month. Punk is getting worried. When Chris comes home, is what he has to show Punk really going to make it better? (Yay, soap opera summary! Except good things happen.)
Warnings: Oooooh, cursing. I'm so scared.
A/N: Okay, I don't write alot, but I write enough to have another user for it. YARP. THAT'S HOW I ROLL. I draw mostly, so have the times you would be getting comic stories PFFFF. Anyways, I'm unsure if Jericho and Punk are in character or not. Sooooo. I hope it's still decent enough for a read.
Disgusting.
If Punk could describe himself at this moment in one word, that would be it.
Countless nights sitting on the edge of their bed with Chris not there, endless texts and calls he would send to him eventually thrown Punk off the edge.
Today was supposed to be special. Key word being was. Only Chris on his mind, rendering him sleepless, but this was a normal occurrence. He was emotionally drained, and Chris's whereabouts being unbeknown-st to him just added to his misery.
So Punk sat in the unheated room, only the light from the moon through the window, cold food on the table and melted candles being his nightly acquaintances for the evening.
He shook at the bitter coldness as tears and blood rolled down his face.
I'm crying. Over you. And no, it's not the fact you been gone for over a month, you stopped replying to my calls, and when you did, they were incredibly vague. Or the fact that every time I see you it looks like you're much happier with out me. It isn't like it feels as if I can't remember the last time we held a conversation or anything. I'm totally not worrying you got killed or something because of your mouth. You did get it from me, anyways. Nah, it's totally normal and all, since you been gone, this is all I can do.
All the hard work, all the schedules neither of us can ever get to work- all for nothing. I fucking miss you Chris. And it isn't fair. It never was in the first place. And it fucking sucks that I have to feel this way because of you. I feel as if I could have prevented all of this shit. Why didn't I?
He folds his hands and leans his head back and attempts to snort the snot and blood that has dripped from his nose back up. He looks back down.
There's his 'Romance♥' tattoo.
Pah. What the hell is it anyways? It sure as hell isn't the union of two people that once loved each other. Two people that talked countless for hours, or shared anything they wouldn't share with anyone else... or the many times love was made- Yes, because you're gone, I sound like a little bitch and can't say we fucked alot. Thanks. Seriously, what the hell is this, 'Romance', this ink speaks of? Surely if you was here, you can explain it. Implying that if you was here I would need the definition, of course. At this moment, blood is romantic. That's always something that's in me- besides you of course.
He wipes his upper lip, and his hand his stained with a fresh mix of mucus and blood.
"That is sooooo hot."
He smirks.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. The sound footsteps and locking of the door sets for the eeriness. The sounds, the dark... Sounds like a really bad horror scene soon. Too bad it's not.
Punk's eye's shrink as the lights flicker on behind him. He grabbed the nearest utensil. He jumped up from his seat and lunged at the person behind him.
His face when he sees Chris, drenched from the rain, bag in hand, smiling.
"Chris?! W-What are you-"
"Trying to do, stab me with a spoon?" Punk blushed, as he relinquished his hold on it. Chris chuckled.
Punk made an attempt to clean up his face from salty discharge. He started coughing after he tried snorting again. Chris stepped toward him cautiously. "Are you alright?" Punk swung a hand back.
"Hell no I'm not alright!" After Punk's 20 minute tirade on Chris' behavior, Chris finally spoke up.
"There has been a reason. I was only avoiding you because you know how big my mouth is." He grinned.
"Yeah, not big enough."
"I ignored you because I just love you so much."
"...What? Oh, this better be good." Punk sneered, waiting for a decent explanation.
"And I have been searching all this time something special, for you, since you're all picky and have that princess motive. "
"Hey, I resent that! And... What, what was it you was looking for?" He had a reluctant, but curious look on his face.
Chris side stepped him to set his bag down on the table, and went back to Punk, and bend down on knee.
Punk's eyes widened. "Well damn Chris, I ws going to give you the silent treatment for a while and then forgive you, but if you're offering head, I'll take it."
Chris proceeded to pull out a small box, inside it, a small diamond ring. He looked up to Punk, processing his face. And uttered those 4 small words.
Punk's right hand slapped over his mouth, for once, the loud, brash Chi-town native was rendered speechless. His left hand slowly inched toward Chris, and shook. "Oh course." The ring was slipped onto his ring finger, and very soon after that, examined by him. "It's beautiful. How did you-"
"THAT'S WHY I BEEN GONE SO LONG I HAD TO MAKE SURE IT WAS PERFECT FOR YOU." Chris' perfectionism shone through his yelling.
Punk glanced at the table and had a Cheshire cat-esqued grin. "Is that cheesecake?" "Yes. You know, popping the question just isn't the same without CHEESECAKE." Punk salivated over just thinking about it. "What? Sorry, I was too busy thinking of all the dirty things I was going to do to that cheesecake." Chris rolled his eyes.
"Oh, and this, I should have sent it earlier while I was gone. You can use some new reading material." A book was placed into Punk's hands. His eyes skimmed the title.
"New York Times Bestseller... Undisputed?!" Punk playfully hit Chris with his book. "You dork." He hugged it close to his chest and folded his hands over it, his Romance♥ tattoo appearing again.
Chris tenderly pulled his lover's face to his and delivered a sweet kiss to him.
"Sap."
"Oh, I'm the sap? You're the one crying over me! Who in their right mind would leave you for good?"
"Hey, that wasn't crying, you're the one looking like a goofy looking bitch getting caught out in the rain. For me. HA!"
"You hypocrite."
"Goofy looking bitch."
They both stuck out their tongues at each other.
"Your goofy looking bitch."
"Your hypocrite."
A quick 'I love you' was exchanged between to now engaged couple, and they shared a tight embrace in each others arms.
Title: Disgusting. (I can NOT think of good titles. Bare with me. |D
Pairing: Punk/Jericho
Rating: PG. Cursing.
Summary: Chris hasn't been home in a month. Punk is getting worried. When Chris comes home, is what he has to show Punk really going to make it better? (Yay, soap opera summary! Except good things happen.)
Warnings: Oooooh, cursing. I'm so scared.
A/N: Okay, I don't write alot, but I write enough to have another user for it. YARP. THAT'S HOW I ROLL. I draw mostly, so have the times you would be getting comic stories PFFFF. Anyways, I'm unsure if Jericho and Punk are in character or not. Sooooo. I hope it's still decent enough for a read.
Disgusting.
If Punk could describe himself at this moment in one word, that would be it.
Countless nights sitting on the edge of their bed with Chris not there, endless texts and calls he would send to him eventually thrown Punk off the edge.
Today was supposed to be special. Key word being was. Only Chris on his mind, rendering him sleepless, but this was a normal occurrence. He was emotionally drained, and Chris's whereabouts being unbeknown-st to him just added to his misery.
So Punk sat in the unheated room, only the light from the moon through the window, cold food on the table and melted candles being his nightly acquaintances for the evening.
He shook at the bitter coldness as tears and blood rolled down his face.
I'm crying. Over you. And no, it's not the fact you been gone for over a month, you stopped replying to my calls, and when you did, they were incredibly vague. Or the fact that every time I see you it looks like you're much happier with out me. It isn't like it feels as if I can't remember the last time we held a conversation or anything. I'm totally not worrying you got killed or something because of your mouth. You did get it from me, anyways. Nah, it's totally normal and all, since you been gone, this is all I can do.
All the hard work, all the schedules neither of us can ever get to work- all for nothing. I fucking miss you Chris. And it isn't fair. It never was in the first place. And it fucking sucks that I have to feel this way because of you. I feel as if I could have prevented all of this shit. Why didn't I?
He folds his hands and leans his head back and attempts to snort the snot and blood that has dripped from his nose back up. He looks back down.
There's his 'Romance♥' tattoo.
Pah. What the hell is it anyways? It sure as hell isn't the union of two people that once loved each other. Two people that talked countless for hours, or shared anything they wouldn't share with anyone else... or the many times love was made- Yes, because you're gone, I sound like a little bitch and can't say we fucked alot. Thanks. Seriously, what the hell is this, 'Romance', this ink speaks of? Surely if you was here, you can explain it. Implying that if you was here I would need the definition, of course. At this moment, blood is romantic. That's always something that's in me- besides you of course.
He wipes his upper lip, and his hand his stained with a fresh mix of mucus and blood.
"That is sooooo hot."
He smirks.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. The sound footsteps and locking of the door sets for the eeriness. The sounds, the dark... Sounds like a really bad horror scene soon. Too bad it's not.
Punk's eye's shrink as the lights flicker on behind him. He grabbed the nearest utensil. He jumped up from his seat and lunged at the person behind him.
His face when he sees Chris, drenched from the rain, bag in hand, smiling.
"Chris?! W-What are you-"
"Trying to do, stab me with a spoon?" Punk blushed, as he relinquished his hold on it. Chris chuckled.
Punk made an attempt to clean up his face from salty discharge. He started coughing after he tried snorting again. Chris stepped toward him cautiously. "Are you alright?" Punk swung a hand back.
"Hell no I'm not alright!" After Punk's 20 minute tirade on Chris' behavior, Chris finally spoke up.
"There has been a reason. I was only avoiding you because you know how big my mouth is." He grinned.
"Yeah, not big enough."
"I ignored you because I just love you so much."
"...What? Oh, this better be good." Punk sneered, waiting for a decent explanation.
"And I have been searching all this time something special, for you, since you're all picky and have that princess motive. "
"Hey, I resent that! And... What, what was it you was looking for?" He had a reluctant, but curious look on his face.
Chris side stepped him to set his bag down on the table, and went back to Punk, and bend down on knee.
Punk's eyes widened. "Well damn Chris, I ws going to give you the silent treatment for a while and then forgive you, but if you're offering head, I'll take it."
Chris proceeded to pull out a small box, inside it, a small diamond ring. He looked up to Punk, processing his face. And uttered those 4 small words.
Punk's right hand slapped over his mouth, for once, the loud, brash Chi-town native was rendered speechless. His left hand slowly inched toward Chris, and shook. "Oh course." The ring was slipped onto his ring finger, and very soon after that, examined by him. "It's beautiful. How did you-"
"THAT'S WHY I BEEN GONE SO LONG I HAD TO MAKE SURE IT WAS PERFECT FOR YOU." Chris' perfectionism shone through his yelling.
Punk glanced at the table and had a Cheshire cat-esqued grin. "Is that cheesecake?" "Yes. You know, popping the question just isn't the same without CHEESECAKE." Punk salivated over just thinking about it. "What? Sorry, I was too busy thinking of all the dirty things I was going to do to that cheesecake." Chris rolled his eyes.
"Oh, and this, I should have sent it earlier while I was gone. You can use some new reading material." A book was placed into Punk's hands. His eyes skimmed the title.
"New York Times Bestseller... Undisputed?!" Punk playfully hit Chris with his book. "You dork." He hugged it close to his chest and folded his hands over it, his Romance♥ tattoo appearing again.
Chris tenderly pulled his lover's face to his and delivered a sweet kiss to him.
"Sap."
"Oh, I'm the sap? You're the one crying over me! Who in their right mind would leave you for good?"
"Hey, that wasn't crying, you're the one looking like a goofy looking bitch getting caught out in the rain. For me. HA!"
"You hypocrite."
"Goofy looking bitch."
They both stuck out their tongues at each other.
"Your goofy looking bitch."
"Your hypocrite."
A quick 'I love you' was exchanged between to now engaged couple, and they shared a tight embrace in each others arms.