#fromalegacy

[twcbelts]

finn   balor   +   becky   lynch     ,     a   gift   for   @fromalegacy​   

[rvbelhearts]

@fromalegacy asked: didn't you listen to what i just said?

At first, all Jey could do was stare back at his baby brother, because number one, why was Solo even talking to him right now after what he’d done? Jey couldn’t even stand the sight of Solo, because every time he looked at him, all he could see was Solo giving their brother that Samoan spike. Jey hated that it almost made him physically ill to even be in his brother’s presence. Hated the way his hands instantly clenched into fists when Solo asked him a simple question, but Jey didn’t want to even speak to his brother, and he damn sure wasn’t about to answer any question he’d just asked him. “No, I’m not listenin to your ass right now, because there is nothin you can say to me that I even want to hear. Why are you here? What the hell do you want?”

[defeatsthem]

“ what are you smiling at? ” / from adam ( @fromalegacy ) 😘

Max couldn't help but be giddy as he looked at his phone. Regardless if Adam gave the go-ahead or not, he'd already put in an order for matching gears and had gotten a photo of the mockups. Baby blue gear, practically the same jacket style as Adam's only with M.JF's logo strewn throughout the back of it instead, complete with Burberry style lettering. "Dude, check out what I got made!" Shoving his phone into Adam's view with zero respect for his boundaries, giddy and beyond excited to see Adam's reaction. "This tag team schtick is freakin' sweet!"

[rvbelhearts]

@fromalegacy asked NIGHTMARE: for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare.

Guilt was a rare emotion for Jimmy to feel, but he’d honestly felt nothing but, ever since he’d committed what everyone but himself was calling the ultimate betrayal, and super kicked the man that was more like a brother to him than cousin. However, Jimmy couldn’t really say he felt guilt for what he’d done to Roman, but he felt guilty because of the pain and torment it was causing his brother Jey. His twin. His other half. How could he have caused his best friend in the entire world so much pain? Jey couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and his brother kept having these recurring nightmares, much like the one Jimmy was desperately trying to wake him up from. “Jey? Come on Uce, wake up man, you’re just having another bad dream….” Jimmy reached over, gently shaking his brother’s shoulders for what felt like the hundredth time, wishing with every thing inside his soul that this would be the last one. That soon Jey would be able to find some peace, despite the fact their family was falling apart, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

[twcbelts]

@fromalegacy​​       jd   brat,    i    mean   becks,   paints   finn  <3  

teeth   chew    thoughtfully   upon   bottom   lip,   flickers   of   flames    dancing   behind   chestnut   hues   as    they   admire   the   physique   of   the   demon.   even    after    all    this   time,    he’s    still   in   amazing    shape.   it’s   enough   to   drive   her   insane    thinking   about   it,    alone.    never   mind   actually   being   right   there,   touching   him    ...    even    if    it    was   with    fine   tipped   paint  brush.   low   hum   of   contentment    as    even   brush   strokes    fill    well    define    black   outlines    with    vibrant   purple.    it’s   something   that  took   just   a   sliver   of   bravery,   but   she   still    would   dare   to   cross   that   line    she’d   teetered   innumerable   times   over   the   year.   gentle   kiss   is  placed   on    skin    of   shoulder   not   covered   by   paint.  

  “    have   i   ever   told    ya    how    much    i   love   when   you   do    this?   “    she’s   of   course   referring   to   the   demon,   something   akin   to    fascination   and   fantasy     in     the  wake   of   watching    that   very   creature   come   alive   in   the   ring   and   out   of  it.    “   .   .   .     what   is   it   like?   “     it’s   not   a   question    she’s    asked     before.    but,   curiosity   had   found   her   in   that   moment   considering   things   perhaps   she   hadn’t   before.  swift   tact    taken    to   switch   out   brushes,    putting   splashes   of    red   along   with    the   black    and    purple.   

[twcbelts]

@fromalegacy​    ,    for   finn    because   i   need.  

 the   streets    of   home   are   a   welcomed   reprieve   from    the   strenuous   schedule   of   indie    circuit    on   the   road    through   europe.    it’s   made   even   better    by   the  company   she   keeps.    hands   interwoven    as    they    walk    by    the   brazen    head;   a   pub   they’d   find   themselves   at   often.    “   ya   hungry,    boyo?    “      she    questions,    gesturing    to   the  establishment   with   her   thumb.   head   cranes   to   the   side,    fiery   locks   falling   and    blown   about   by   light   breeze.    

 “    let   me   feed   ya,   aye?   “   truth   be   told,    she   just   didn’t   want   to   go   home   yet;   wanted   more   time   with   the   young  man   who   was   shaping   her   to   be    the    wrestler    she’d    be,    the    world   renown    man   herself.     it   was   starting   to   occur   to   her   that    she    loved   him    in    ways    you’re   not   supposed    to    love    your   friends,    and   the   more    she    starts   to     realize    that,    the   more   she   wants   to   have   him   at    her   side.   she’s   aware   now,    that   quite   possibly,   he    was    her    first    love.     

[twcbelts]

@fromalegacy​     jey    gets    jd   brat,    i    mean   becks. 

another   show,    another   town.    another    hotel   lobby    that   becky   perched   in,    waiting   patiently   to   get    coffee     when   a    familiar    face    came   into   view.     honestly,    it   was   quite    sad.     yes,    her    found    family    of   the   judgement   day   faction   had   their  problems    going   on   right    now,     but   at   least    she   could   be   grateful    they   weren’t   in   an   all   out   civil   war,    unlike   the   very   real    family    of    bloodline   faction.     while   she’s   proud   of   the   boys    for   standing   up   against   the   tribal   chief,   she’s   grateful   not   to   have   their   problems.    swift   motion    like    a     serpent    to    get     up     from    the   couch,   bypassing   the  coffee    before   intercepting   jey   uso    on    his    path     out    the    door.  

  “     not    so    fast,   main   event.    “     it’s   obviously   a   jab   of   jest,   wicked   grin   permeating   features.   hands   grasp   at   lapels   of   the   lavender   leather   jacket   she   wore   before   shrugging   her   shoulders,   clearly   posturing.    “    .   .   .    where   ya    off     t’     in    such    a   hurry,    aye?    “

[twcbelts]

[TEXT] - thinking about you… - finn ( @fromalegacy )

( sms : finn 🖤🍀 ) : oh yeah ? i've been too ...

( sms : finn 🖤🍀 ) : i can't stop ...

( sms : finn 🖤🍀 ) : i mean, can you please come over ?