#darkenedhearts

You can spend a thousand lifetimes apart, but when you reconnect somehow you can feel there was a part of you that was missing?

A part of you that never should’ve been missing, but somehow that one person took it with them when they left?

We are all made of broken bits and pieces, and as a whole we are a puzzle.

Together we make sense, but apart it’s just confusing and it’s a total mess.

But there are always people who feel like “home” to us all. The forces of the universe are constantly waiting to cross our paths, if you ask me it’s either ironic or poetic, but it can’t be both; at least not at the same time.

he looked at his phone in shock even though he shouldn’t be. everyone’s been texting them every other minute since his father got attacked by the inner circle.  he wanted nothing more than to jump in the ambulance with him, to be with his father… who clearly needed him right now, but executive duties means that one of them needed to stay on sight  ( the good brothers offered to ride with nick, texting him updates as soon as they had them.  it had him uneasy,  he should trust the good brothers, but he didn’t. )  and that hurts,  this whole situation hurts his heart.

adam’s text should’ve made him feel better, but if anything it gave him a headache. he hadn’t heard from adam since that night at the bar,  the night they kissed.  if adam didn’t feel the same way, Matthew could, and would, one hundred percent understand that—— matthew has been nothing short of an asshole to him the past few months  (  or few years  )  but at least give a guy some kind of heads up instead of going ghost.

‘i dont know, i haven’t heard anything yet. but no news is good news i guess’

a little morbid but matthew was in a morbid mood.

‘how’s your arm by the way?’

texting him felt weird, this whole situation between him and adam, was weird.  and it wasn’t gonna get resolved until matthew brought it up  (  cause the window for hangman to ask him about it, had definitely passed  )

Adam’s butt vibrated— paused in the hallway outside the locker room he fished his phone out of his back pocket. He stepped aside so a small flock of wrestlers could get at the door. Shoulder leaned-up against the wall he eyed the notification on his lock screen. Two texts from Matt Jackson. Pinch him, Adam must be dreaming, Matt had replied.

The earlier message, asking after Matt’s father was a bit like a smoke signal. A helpless shout into the void to express sympathy and concern. Matt and Nick were close to their parents. A trait Adam shared. If the positions were switched and Adam was in Matt’s shoes, he’d be inconsolable. Texting Matt was the right thing to do but a reply was more than Adam expected. 

He opened the messenger app. 

The brief exchange felt fragile as glass. Held-up by shoe string and duct tape polite pleasantness. Adam’s opinion on Matt and Kenny and Nick wavered day-to-day, hour-to-hour. Sometimes his jaw set and the blood in the chambers of his heart boiled. Sometimes he was more wistful, dreaming of by gone days. Sometimes he sat in production meeting and tried not to imagine running his hands through Matt’s hair. 

Shit. 

‘no news is always good news’ His thumbs typed-out the response and sending it was like a shotgun blast next to his ear. ‘He’ll be fine. Your dad is tough like you.’

Shit, shit, shit, shit. 

‘my arm is ok’

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. 

‘meet me at the bar?’

                                                     distance.

it says in some blogs posts from long distances couples that it makes the heart grow fonder for some and for other, it leaves them wanting the other person more and more.

she supposes it’s been the case for her and trent for quite some time given delays on travel, other companies duties and any other type of nonsense they could name.

so she was surprised to be in jacksonville supporting trent finally.                                 ( even more surprised when she met his mom too )

but this was worth it to see him finally have joy and to finally win...

or not.

but she was still here for him no matter what, waiting in the small dressing area where his mother was while sending a quick congratulations to kenny.

what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him this time.

@darkenedhearts​ asked:       ❛   i need you to stay here, okay   ?  i got this   .   ❜

      𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆   .   the thought of letting jack put himself in danger all alone seemed so absurd that a NO sat at the tip of his tongue like a burning reflex   .   he held it back though   ,   held it back because for once he knew he had no right telling the little man what to do and what not to do and on the other hand it was a question of honor to let him fight his own battles   .   as much as jon desired to   ,   he wouldn’t be able to protect his younger friend at all times   . 

      fists were shaped at the side of his body and his top lip was twitching nervously   .   his mouth opened once but nothing came out   .   then again in a second attempt to find the right words   .   ❛    𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙸 𝚆𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝚈   .   ❜    his voice was rough   ,   almost trembling with the need to tell jack not to go into battle alone   .   ❛   are you sure though   ?!   ❜   jon asked again   ,   almost hoping for the invite he knew he wouldn’t get   . 

@darkenedhearts​       /       ❛   i’m not leaving you here   .   ❜

jon almost frowned when the younger male refused to just go   .   he grabbed him by the shoulders   ,   not too hard but enough to make a point   ―  he was serious   .   jack shouldn’t be around when jon would most likely get his ass handed   .   hat’s just what he DESERVED for talking trash too hard   ,   for stepping on people’s toes on purpose   .   even a guy big and strong like him would fall victim to the power of three man   . 

CONNECTION MADE WITH: @darkenedhearts​​ LOADING...

🐌:  Which of your muses is the least clever/intelligent/educated one? 

ooooh vk you’re lookin’ for someone reeeal dumbstupid to rival greg aint’cha? well, his name is zack foster. he’s a self-professed homicidal maniac and for years he’s been eating fruit loops with coke poured into the bowl as his primary meal. he never learned how to read and he doesn’t care about most things other than his tiny companion and getting to cut stuff up with his scythe.

💥:  Which of your muses would you fight with?

honestly dean venture can square the fuck up. he knows what he did and now so does hank.

❛  𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒.  𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 ?  ❜

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌.    trying to read him. find out what his angle is, what game he's trying to play. sami doesn't know matt jackson too well, but it was plain to see that his forte wasn't mindgames. not like certain other members of the elite. matt jackson is loyal to a fault, naive. his loyalty and soft heart make him  𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.  and maybe that's all this was. an acquaintance extending a hand of friendship. an acquaintance attempting to be nice, make him feel warm inside. but sami wasn't  𝐁𝐔𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓.  couldn't. he's spilled the blood of dearest friends and brothers who'd turned their back to him. who'd rejected him, who he'd  ' become '  .