#chicagomisfit

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                        " You gave  me so much more, than                                         i could ever ask for. But I turned                             and followed a road that left me hollow.                                           And still you waited for me come back home                                                                         You brought me home-----." - chicagomisfit

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Start again|| Chris &nnd Punk

chicagomisfit :

There was no question about it, Phil was still hurting from all that had gone down between him and his now ex-boyfriend Chris, but he was determined not to let it get to him at least in public view. Especially when he finally had the things he wanted, trying a new career and writing for Marvel comics. After a long and extremely unhappy tenure at the WWE, he was finally doing things that made him happy. He was finally getting the sort of buzz that he deserved, even if there were still quite a handful of people who thought he was stupid and that he’d fail, but that was just the kind of environment he thrived on. He’d show them all.

But first, he had to take care of something important. Something that he’d regretted ending the way he had. Not a single thing in his life did he ever regret up until now. When he’d spoken to Chris again, he never once thought he’d feel the way he did now. Alone and heartbroken. He’d thought he was done with love. Done with their relationship, but he honestly missed the older man. And now, Chris was on his way and he was nervous as hell. He’d been so anxious about it all that he’d spent the night cleaning and pacing his Chicago home, now tired and nursing a coffee cup every few hours.

It wasn’t until he’d heard the knocking that he realized he’d fallen asleep on the couch, practically jumping out of the seat and spilling over his half empty mug as he started for the door. With a swipe of his arm over his mouth and a hand raking through his short mess of brunette locks, Phil pulled open the door to reveal who had been knocking. And the moment he laid eyes on the familiar face, he let out a breath. Unable to take in another as he was stunned by the mere presence of his former lover and friend.

"…Chris." He spoke softly, stepping back finally to let the other man in. He hadn’t been sure if he should embrace him or not considering things, but he’d let Chris make the decision on his own. It was better that way.

His heart basically exploded at the sight of Phil. His mouth went dry, and knees became weak. His once upon a time future…standing just before him in plain sight. The way the Chicago native said his name, it was pure bliss to the older man ears, almost like his personal lullaby. “Phil—- ” Erratic breathing, his voice shaking. “—Hi.”

 A whisper escaped through his dry twin flesh, rough yet— a spoonful of honey topped along with it. He wondered if the other man even heard him? But decide against to even dare repeat his name; it wasn’t like Chris deserved it, not from all that shit that happened between them.

 Not after what he put the tattooed Chicagoan through. The older man clears his throat, pulling at the collar of his leather jacket, fixing it as he walked up close to Phil, without any sort of hesitation; he pulled the taller man into his arms. The American-Canadian shut his eyes for a brief moment, taking in everything, taking in the other man’s warmth—clinging to this moment. Sighing heavily he pulled back, and walked into the Chicago native’s house, making as if that ‘hug’, wasn’t at all a big deal. “Thanks…” Chris mumbled, glancing around the room. Memories flew through his mind. From the moment he first arrived here….nothing changed much. He could probably point out a few things that probably did change, but everything else was still right in place. Even the familiar smell he recalled loving once upon a time, still lingered in the air.

 "Wow…same old, same old. Am I right?" The older man gesture towards the room, his eyes now staring directly back at Phil. "Did anything change around here? Most people…well, most… usually did a little changes here and there. I should know, I’m one of them. But you? Nah…." The rockstar chuckled; he shook his head and approached Phil.

Hands clasped behind his back. "So…… um, let’s…— how are things going?" Kicking himself mentally in the head, he was avoiding the real reasons why he was there, to talk. He wanted to talk…but…not about their issues. Not now… why? Chris just didn’t want to fuck things up. Because no matter what, somehow, someway… he’ll end up saying something and the stubborn Chicago native won’t put up with it. Probably.

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Start again|| Chris &nnd Punk

chicagomisfit

His thumbs twiddles together, the flight from Florida to Chicago didn’t feel all too long. The amount of time he had to himself, wasn’t enough. Chris needed more than just a few days, hell give him a month or so, and maybe he’ll finally come up with the right words to explain to the Chicago Native his feelings, what’s was really on his mind? But…it felt too soon, time obviously wasn’t on his side. He looks out the window of the plane.

 "I’m not ready." The blonde covers his face in his hand, repeating the words over and over again. For the first time ever, the older man felt nervous, the thought of seeing the younger man again sounded great! But at the same time… what if he ruined everything...again? Destroy the little friendship they had left between them. That’s the least he would want to happen.

 As soon as the plane landed the older man got out to retrieve his luggage. He got what he needed, heading out the door to wait for the taxi he called not too long ago. Waiting patiently, he felt the need to text Phil; let him know that he’ll be there as soon as possible. But…instead he would leave it as a surprise— hopefully a nice surprise to where he wasn’t too busy to talk to Chris. The taxi arrived, smiling, the older man packs his bag in the trunk and gets inside, giving the driver the direction to where he was heading.

 On the drive to Phil’s place, the older man felt sick to his stomach. He drummed his finger non-stop. A migraine creeping up on him already.

  The taxi comes to a stop; the blonde Canadian gets out grabbing his bag. Heading over to the driver, he pays him the money. “Thanks man.” Chris smiled, waving goodbye before turning around, the smile on his face leaving immediately. “This..is it…” The rockstar makes his way to the door, lifting his hand up, forming it as a fist and bringing it down against the door.

 It was either now, or never. And honestly the rockstar would rather fix things, see how it goes. “Breathe Chris… just…fucking..breathe.”

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✘ ☠ ♣ - chicagomisfit

Unsent Message[text]: Fuck you. I can’t believe you just fucking walked out like that. You didn’t even tell me you were leaving. You haven’t called me. You’re a piece of shit. You can’t spend every night in my bed for a week and then just vanish. You don’t get to fucking play games with me, Phil. I.. what am I going to do without you? Fuck.Threatening Message[text]: Did you seriously fucking just quit??? I am gonna end you. Come back right now or I swear to fucking God.Drunk Text[text]: i need you sso bad right now[text]: come tOuch me [text]: i’ve never fucked an umeplmployed guy before sounds hot

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Dear ex boyfriend, ( chicagomisfit )

Dear Phillip, 

Where do i even fucking start? Do you miss me? Do you think about me from time to time, at all? The way i think about you? Do you miss the good old days, with you and I? Cause…i do— i mean, you’re my— you were my everything. You mean the world to me. You know that, right? I would give up the world, just to be with you, again. I always wanted to ask you this, but I just didn’t know ‘how to?’ Or in a way, i just didn’t know how to bring it up..without sending you off running. Do you.. still feel the same way about me? Like..do you still…care about me, love me? Like i do?

 Am i allowed to feel this way about you? Or….is that…wrong of me? I feel like…i don’t have the right to feel for you because of all the wrongs I did. I fucked up, big time…i messed up… I….led you down another road— when i was suppose to be leading you the right way. To happiness. I failed you so bad, i fucking hate myself for it. I sometimes wonder….if you hate me. And honestly wish you would/could— did. I want you to hate me. I want you to tell me i’m worthless, i’m nothing. That i am trash— i don’t deserve you. Do you hate me? Do you? Fuck, Phil…. why didn’t you— i just…

Why did i fucking mess up? Why did i have to fuck up this shit for us? We had so much going on….we had something good? I honestly thought we’d end up getting married someday? The kids always ask about you…. i haven’t told them…. haven’t told them that you aren’t in our lives anymore. How can I? They love you to death…i’m not ready to break their hearts…. i already broke yours…i’m not ready to break another..

Phil….i love you…i’m. sorry…

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