#sergeantfcx

i burn for you. 

the papers ( piles of scattered letters, open books that were carefully marked, handwritten scraps with drawings that became more and more harried ) were spread around jonathan, each pile a chaotic mess that seemed to perfectly match the state of his thoughts. the doctor sat amongst them, his hand outstretched to shift one paper to another pile, when jack spoke. jonathan’s hand stilled, and he blinked --- a delighted flush crept into his cheeks, a delicious warmth under his skin. 

Ed did a double major, economics & management and modern history at Oxford. Probably almost dropped out of the first one like thirty times.

☺ - for a loving/affectionate text

[[ significant otter 💖 / @cyrusharper ]] i’m gonna tell you this again when i get home

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] but this lecture is so boring and i was thinking of you

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] so i’m texting you because you deserve to be told this constantly

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] but you’re the best person i know and i cannot believe that you’re so amazing and that you decided i was the person that you wanted to date like you could do anything and go anywhere and be with anyone

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] what can i say i think you’re pretty jaw-some

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] (( im sorry we were talking about sharks in the lecture ive been trying to think of a pun for the past fifteen ))

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] you’re fin-tastic

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] i love you jelly much

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] you’re turtley amazing

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] no?

[[ significant otter 💖 ]] cyrus?

☺ for a loving/affectionate text

jackathan   /   JACK.

TO.  JACK  :    look i respect and admire you more than anyone else in the world including my own dad but if you dont stop freaking out over this proposal you are going to drop several rungs on the ladder

TO.  JACK  :    you’re an amazing boyfriend and you’re going to be an even more brilliant husband. you’re both going to be nauseatingly happy for the rest of forever in some little cottage in the countryside and i’ll only be able to visit you by like horse-drawn carriage like we’re in fucking jane austen times or something

TO.  JACK  :    p.s. if you don’t make me best man i WILL tell jon everything

TO.  JACK  :    vladya got to find out first that you two started dating so i get best man rights it’s only fair. he can be the ringboy.

♣ for a drunk text

TO.  JACK  :    i think ive fudkced evreythngn up

TO.  JACK  :    and i dnt know how to fix it. i shoulsnt hav made him coem home. i saw him. how he was out threre. he was..... fuck he wss happy

TO.  JACK  :    nd now hes bakcj and i see the way he loioks at me nd it s

TO.  JACK  :    waht if i dont know how to make him happy aynymore

► for a text not meant for you

TO.  JACK  :    vladimir yamatov why the FUCK am i hearing about you getting sent to the a&e after the fact at 3 in the afternoon im literally going to kill you myself and you’ll have wasted the trip home

TO.  JACK  :    uh oops wrong number

♣  -  for a drunk text

[[ what does the ]] heyyyyyyyyy

[[ what does the ]] i don’t blame u u kno

[[ what does the ]] rangi does . a bit. my mother does

[[ what does the ]] but im still invitig u for christmas cause FUCK  it

[[ what does the ]] i dont think it was ur fault

[[ what does the ]] :hug: :heart: :pleading:

[[ what does the ]] im not supported to be talking to you but u wont pick up my calls since he got back from the the hosiptal

?? for a strange/vague text 

caught in a moment of brazen reverie with his line of sight fixed in vladimir’s direction, there’s a temptation to blush. but they are friends, after all, more than that—brothers, bound by blood and allegiance. and jack is the cornerstone of their triumvirate, he more than anyone understands this. 

“and you, jack? are you not included in that esteem?”  as if they haven’t known and fought alongside each other for years. as if jack hasn’t watched him become a man, hasn’t been a central, formative influence in his journey, leading him with much-needed guidance, lifelong friendship, boundless affection. as if he isn’t like kin, their bond like water that is sometimes thicker than blood, forged by conscious choice and not chance. august lets out a soft, teasing laugh and swings his arm wide to eclipse jack’s shoulders, drawing him into sunlight.  “my heart is not so small that there is not plenty of room for you, too.”

“he was fucking in love with me”

the words have no right stinging edward the way they do—it isn’t his pain; yet something in his chest seizes, both because of the emotion in tristan’s voice and because of what it brings up inside edward’s own mind. memories upon memories, of the man he’d loved and lost, of the man he loves and possibly can’t have. if you looked close enough, you’d see the gloss take over his eyes just before they squeeze shut.

his hand falls to tristan’s shoulder, a gentle grasp that’s meant to be comfort. he should know what to say, he knows now how similar their paths have been, yet edward remains quiet, afraid his voice will break the moment he speaks out.