#fugitiverecxvery

[mercenarydealer]

( cries i'm just sitting here thinking about how i want jacks and virg's wedding to be this big huge thing and how perfect it's gonna be and si g h. )

[mercenarydealer]

fugitiverecxvery:

[ he sits up, rubbing his eye and sighing. ]   “Okay…how?”

     ( he reaches for his hand, squeezing it         and sitting up himself. )

      ❝ Been thinkin' about it a lot.            Di's agreed to be a surrogate            for us. And there's this----            new study. Where we could             both be the biological parents. ❞

[mercenarydealer]

Jacks and Virg heh heh

send me a ship & i'll tell you

Who’s more dominant: virg.Who’s the cuddler: jacks, he just wants to touch him all the time.Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: virgil / jacksWhat’s their favorite non-sexual activity: laughing at how stupid they are over each otherWho cooks: jacks in new york, virg in bostonWho comes home drunk at 3am: jacksWho kills the spiders: bothWho falls asleep first: virgA head canon: when virg goes back to boston for work, jacks makes a point to send him the most embarrassing things at his workplace to hopefully convince him to come back to new york full-timeTheir relationship summed up in a gif: i don’t have a gif of two men gettin’ it on 24/7

[mercenarydealer]

( it physically pains me to see how in love with virgil that jackson is. the sun rises and sets on that man in his eyes and i hate it. )

[mercenarydealer]

( pssst. )

[mercenarydealer]

why not forever.

     ( all of this happened very quickly. from a not-so-sober affair          to a relationship, to those three little words, to this dinner           right here, right now, it hadn't been too long. but the one thing          jacks knows, is when something is right. when you follow your          intuition while you're killing people, and it doesn't steer you wrong          it probably won't steer you wrong in life, either. )

     ( which is why he's sitting here in public, in one of the finest restaurants          this side of manhattan, knee bouncing from nerves, that small box          sitting in his suit pocket, fingers nervously tracing the shape over & over,          words almost failing him as he begins to speak to the friggin' love of his life. )

     ❝ Hey babe, question for ya. ❞

[mercenarydealer]

( you ever have a muse that's in love with another muse but they shouldn't be? welcome to my life. )

[mercenarydealer]

virgil springer: are we having our first fight? jackson king: we're not even dating, you asshole.