the curves of your lips rewrite history.

Top Fives

explodeyy — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 21:50:24 GMT

OTPS from sheep_mambo

5 Merlin/Arthur ;; Merlin
4 George/Jim ;; A Single Man
3 Cook/Freddie ;; Skins
2 Riley/Zane ;; Degrassi
1 Marshall/Lionel ;; United States of Tara

PLACES IN THE WORLD YOU'D LOVE TO VISIT from sheep_mambo
5 Montreal
4 London
3 New York
2 Toronto
1 Paris

ICE CREAM FLAVORS from sheep_mambo
5 French Vanilla
4 Pistachio
3 Cookies and Cream
2 Vanilla
1 Cookie Dough

LANGUAGES YOU'D LOVE TO LEARN from sheep_mambo
5 Russian
4 Italian
3 Latin
2 German
1 French

SONGS YOU'RE INTO AT THE MOMENT from sheep_mambo
5 Daily Routine (Phaseone Remix) - Animal Collective
4 Fanshawe - El Ten Eleven
3 Spliff Dub - Zombie
2 Vanished - Crytal Castles
1 Intro - The XX

Actors/Actresses from drijfwa

5 Colin Firth
4 Jack O'Connell
3 Keir Gilchrist
2 Jake Gyllenhaal
1 Toni Collette

Books from daphne121
5 A Single Man ;; Christopher Isherwood
4 Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows ;; J.K Rowling
3 The Picture of Dorian Gray ;; Oscar Wilde
2 Mysterious Skin ;; Scott Heim
1 The Liar ;; Stephen Fry

explodeyy — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 15:32:18 GMT

DID I SAY OTP?
YEAH.
JESUS.
LOOK AT THEM.
AND
EYELID KISSES.
I DIEEDDDD.

tw_bigbang art(s).

explodeyy — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:38:42 GMT

for xennie_b 's Eternally Bound.

Cover Art.

The Hearing Training.

tw_bigbang art(s).

explodeyy — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:16:35 GMT

for bassair's Throughout Time and Space.

Cover Art: I'm totally in love with manips, particularly on the background change kind. The Jack image was pretty easy to find but Ianto running wasn't. The angles on the ones I found were a bit weird. It took a whole lot of time to find this one. I wanted it to look like a book cover of some sort. It kind of reminds me of DVD covers though. Hmm. And I just have a thing for deserted roads.
I also wanted a close up of Ianto's eye. I have a thing for eye closeups too.
Jack and Ianto's reflections on the tank was just the icing on the cake. I seriously didn't need to think about that. I already knew it would be there. It's just... perfect in a way.

Across the Universe: I fell in love with this quote and just had to make it. ♥
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these children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks.

explodeyy — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 22:26:32 GMT

JOIINNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

Cmon. You know you want to.

Top Fives, Part III

explodeyy — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 22:10:29 GMT

asked by the lovely lucy_locket.
Quotes:

John: Gareth's a good kisser. A good kisser for a straight boy.
- Reel Gay Interview

EPIC LOVE.

John: Oh I've so had him. More times than you'd even know
-The Hub

ANOTHER EPIC LOVE.

Gareth: It’s over! It is so over!
-The Hub

♥

John: I'd go back to last friday night with Gareth. No, uh.
Gareth: What was wrong with it?
John: It was so good.
-The Hub

GUH, BOYS.

John: I apologise for my lover
-The Hub

♥

Gareth: Ianto Enters
John: *happy sigh*
-The Hub

LULZ.

John: And I'd have to marry Gareth. Cause i've seen him naked. Yeah.
-Comic Con 2008

AWHHHH.

John: My hand's groping his thigh.
Gareth: I accidentaly put my hand down your pants didn't I?
John: Yes you did. I enjoyed it.
-Comic Con 2008

SQUEE MUCH?

John: I like to have fun when filming, don't I Gareth?
-Comic Con 2008

*FLAIL*

John: Gareth? Gareth? You know we're gonna be snogging again today?
-S1 DVD special

Gareth: What possible thing could me and John Barrowman text each other pictures of? To put each other off, while we're on our trailer while the other one's on set? In various states of biological blood flow... With comments like 'You're my bitch now. He's gonna fucking kill me... Is that alright with you? I wish I had my phone so I could show you. That's not gonna happen.
-Dragon Con 2008

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ♥ ♥ ♥

John: Gareth! Gareth! You're mine! Don't, don't you go there!
-Torchsong

♥ ♥ ♥

Gareth: Did you have a wank?
John: Not yet. I'm waiting for the crowd to clear, then you can get on the camera with me.
Gareth: Yeah, we really should take advantage of this sky talk thing while uh...
John: We should.
-Torchsong

BAHAHA. ♥ THE IMAGES.

AE: Speaking of Ianto, do you ever tease Gareth David-Lloyd about what a big gay following he's developed, what a gay icon he's become?
John: He loves it. He absolutely knows that he's a big gay iconic figure, and believe me, Gareth is of that generation of men — he's in his late twenties — but he doesn't care whether it's a man who flirts with him or a woman.

Of course, he's straight, Gareth likes women, but I flirt with him all the time. He teases me. He kisses me all the time. He's from a different generation, and it's absolutely wonderful to see, because there's a lot of guys his age out there who are friends of mine, and they've got girlfriends, and the girlfriends love when they flirt with me.
-AfterElton Interview

Love.

Interviewer: Now a question on all the boys lips, and I dare say all the girls too was: was John a good kisser?
Gareth: Yeah, I think that would be the question the was asked to me most while I was still in Torchwood and i'm sure will be uh, probably the rest of my life. And, uh. Of course he's a good kisser; he got, he got lots of practice.
-Carry On Friday

:DDD
Snogs/Almost Snogs:
in no particular order.

Ahem. Yeah.

One of the things I love about this one is that it's in front of the press, and it's Hi-Res! ISN'T THAT AWESOME? *geeks out*

One of the almost kisses from the Hub. ♥

GUH.

*flail*
Adorable & Etc:

Uh, yeah. LOVE.

Top Fives, Part II

explodeyy — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 17:01:08 GMT

appleda wanted to know my Top 5 Torchwood episodes.

5. Day Four
Uhm, yeah. This HAD to be in here, even though all I really loved about it is the last 15 minutes, which has to have beat out Series 3, maybe even the whole series. Except for my 1st of course. =] The Jack/Ianto before that scene were brilliant. The deaths of Clem, the people in the building, Ianto's and Jack's were tragic - a fucking massacre by the 456. They have to be the most tragic and beautiful scenes in TV history for me.

4. Day One
Amazing start for an amazing series. We get to meet Ianto's sister, Jack's daughter and grandson, and find out that Gwen's pregnant! And Rupesh! Day One's cliffhanger was the best yet, and that kiss just broke my heart.

3. From Out Of The Rain
Most of the fandom either hate this episode or dislike it. I love it. It's creepy, terrifying. There was Jack/Ianto teamwork. I love Pearl.

2. Day Two
The most action-packed and fast paced. There were guns, JCBs and concrete cells. Ianto with a hardhat, and of course, Expected Naked!Jack.

1. Countrycide
This episode is my favorite because it's horrifying, yet terrific. The setting's absolutely beautiful too. And one thing I really liked about this was it wasn't too OMG JACK/GWEN! or OMG JACK/IANTO! or OMG TOSH/OWEN. They are showed and put out there but they weren't too OMG, y'know? Unlike most episodes, this is just the team being a team.
And well, it's hella creepy and terrifying. That's what I love about it. I can watch it over and over and over...

velvetfascism wanted to know my Top 5 music videos
no particular order.

#1. Jesus of Suburbia by Greenday
It's epic.
#2. Like A Boss by The Lonely Island
Jack's song. And it's hilarious.
#3. Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance
FIRE. I've always loved this music video. Definitely beats out Helena.
#4. The Ianto montage on the Torchwood Declassified that I include as a music video...
Well... It was too good not to be one...
#5. Special Needs by Placebo
Where I got the idea for my Hysteria fic. And I just love the song.

velvetfascism also wanted to know my Top 5 all time favorite fictional characters.
no particular order.

Donna Noble - Doctor Who
I LOVE HER. She's sassy, she's smart, she's fucking brilliant. She knows how to surprise the Doctor. Her end was really stupid. At least she didn't die... Can't wait till 'The End Of Time.' WE GET TO HAVE HER AGAIN!

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who & Torchwood
I love this man, a lot. He's a very interesting character. He'll never cease to surprise me.

Ronald Weasley - Harry Potter
Ron's epic. And adorable. That is all.

in order

2. Rhys Williams - Torchwood
Oh Rhys. I love Rhys. He's hilarious and Kai Owen plays him soo well. He's so cute too.

1. Ianto Jones - Torchwood
Do I really have to explain? This man is gorgeous, smart, witty. I love EVERYTHING about him. He'll live on forever in my heart. ♥

daphne121 wanted to know my Top 5 favorite movies/shows.
no particular order.

Brokeback Mountain
♥

No Night Is Too Long
Never seen a gay thriller before. Unless Urbania was one, but this one is just beautiful.

Supernatural
I'm a Dean!girl. :D WINCEST=♥

House
Never been into hospital shows before but House intrigued me. And Wilson is just too cute.

1. Torchwood
MY EPIC SHOW IS EPIC. Sci-fi, beautiful people, amazing plots. (not so amazing plot holes). I FUCKING LOVE IT. And i'm not quitting it.

daphne121 also wanted to know my Top 5 favorite pairings.

5. Ron/Harry - Harry Potter
The cutest thing. <3

4. Simon/Dylan - Simon: Hotel Babylon & Dylan: Caerdydd
This one's a bit new, and is a weird crossover. But I can totally see it. It's like a very AU! Jack/Ianto. Tehe. AND THE SEX WOULD BE AWESOME, OF COURSE. Plus, FRINGE BOYS! I ship their hair, if you can do such thing.

3. Ianto/Rhys - Torchwood
It's Kai and Gareth's fault, and lizhowhp's fic So Now You're Back. They're the cutest thing... Cuter than Ron/Harry.

2. John/Gareth - Real Life
I can't help it, and they're not doing anything to prevent it. They're such boyfriends. They're so adorable.

1. Jack/Ianto - Torchwood
OTP. I love their fucked up relationship. I always knew somehow that Ianto was gonna die early. The Dead Line, for example. That speech of his, growing old. That's a hint that he will not last. Then Day Three. I really hope Jack keeps his promise.
And the fics for this ship, a few selective ones, have to be the best i've read yet. Meaning, From Which Comes All Things by mclachlan.

I had the weirdest dream. There was a press conference/convention thing and it was Hawaiian themed. Jb & Gdl was there. They snogged like... a lot. Then Jackie Chan was there, and he and JB snogged, wtf.
It was creepy. Except for the Jb/Gdl part...

Top Fives, Part I

explodeyy — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:25:55 GMT

New header and FO banner. <3

Both asked by velvetfascism =]

Top 5 Jack/Ianto Fanfics
5. Vicarious or Ianto is an Asshole by snglesrvngfrend & Masquerade by butterflycell
Vicarious: It's not exactly Jack/Ianto... but it is? Anyways, I just love it cause it's awesome and kind of unsettling and OWEN! But really, I never get tired of reading it.
Masquerade: I LOVE AU'S LIKE THESE. Their meeting here is amazing and I just love the whole feel of it. GUH.

4. Get Loved, Make More, Try To Stay Alive dsudis & The Ways To Be Oblivious by rei_of_writing
Get Loved: Has to be the best mpreg i've ever read. And I just adore Indiana. <3
The Ways: CHAIR SEX = ASDFGHJKLHOT. It's hot. Yeah. Uh. Ahem.

3.5. So Now You're Back by lizhowhp
Again, Jack/Ianto aren't the one doing anything here. It is sad, yet the sex is fucking hot. I mean really. Best fic of this pairing (not Jack/Ianto) i've read. But it is Jack/Ianto so it counts. Hmph.

3. The Windhovers by sarcasticchick
THIS SHIT HERE IS EPIC. I mean, cmon! IANTO WITH WINGS AND SCHIZOPHRENIA (or something)! I haven't got around to reading the sequel; I didn't actually read Windhovers at all. I listened to it. Audiobooks are win.

2. Non Linear by misswinterhill
Immortal!Ianto, somewhat... Reaper!Ianto, there we go. I love love love love love it.

1. From Which Comes All Things by mclachlan
MIND BOGGLING, EPIC, SCI-FI, GREEK MYTHOLOGY, EPIC, SUPERB IMAGERY, EPIC FEEL, FUCK ME.
This story is beautiful. I mean, really.
EPIC.

Top 5 On Screen Kisses

5. Second Tent Scene - It was beautiful and sad. I love this movie so much. It made me cry.

4. Detox - The only het kiss here. I FUCKING LOVED IT. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I WATCHED THIS EPISODE FOR THE DOCTOR/DONNA? AND THE NUMBER OF TIMES I'VE WATCHED THIS KISS? JUST, GUH.

3. I wouldn't change that for the world - You guys will probably think i'm fail for putting this as my third, since most of you probably places this as your #1.
I love this kiss. It never cease to make me, well, feel. It's just so beautiful and quiet and that's what I love about it.

2. I'll come back - This kiss broke my heart even before I watched the series and the episode. I just love how desperate Jack seems to be, desperate for Ianto to get out of there safe. This kiss says so much.

1. Goodbye My Lover/Kiss of Life .2 - Yeah, I know. I fail now huh?
This kiss. It's beautiful, heartbreaking, gut wrenching, tragic, fucking gorgeous. It's better with The Ballad Of Ianto Jones, but seriously. And what makes it even more heartbreaking is that Ianto didn't reciprocate. ='[

I'm off to continue with the fic.
Here's what I got so far.

Reaching down for his discarded trousers, ass in air in all his naked glory, Jack sensed that familiar feeling of being watched creep up his arm. Light cascaded in from the open window, a slight breeze billowing the olive curtains that framed his bent body. Jack stood up straight, thanking god that the window wasn't low or big enough to show his private parts. He threw the trousers on the bed cursing horny teenagers, perverts and the like in his head as he shut the window and not so gently tugged the string for the blinds. Why Gwen had to always open the damned thing every morning he didn't know. He vaguely remembered her saying that she needed the fresh air, needed the sunlight and cool breeze to rejuvenate her senses. She was naked with only silk robe on her shoulders when she told him this, jumping off the bed to open the window.

'The neighbors could see you,' he scolded her. Gwen didn't seem to be bothered.

Shaking off the discomfort, Jack grabbed his trousers and headed for the closet, picking out a long sleeve button up shirt, (pink and green stripes on off-white cloth). He smoothed it out before taking it off the hanger. He shrugged it on and slipped into the trousers, grabbing his belt and shoes from under the bed side table and clumsily putting them on as he hopped on one foot out the door. He was late as it was and he couldn't afford another cut from his salary for being so the 4th time this month.

:)
Jack/Gwen. I wrote Jack/Gwen. Fuck me.

I found out that there aren't as many Jb/Gdl gropes, nor real kisses. Almost kisses are much and the adorableness is abundant though. ♥
The quotes, I have shitloads. I'm gonna have fun with this. xD

fic: Hysteria, Torchwood

explodeyy — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 21:15:36 GMT

Title: Hysteria
Characters/Pairings: Jack, OC (not mentioned), Jack/Ianto (somewhat)
Rating: R
Word Count: 733
Summary: Post COE. Jack finally loses it.
Warnings: Weirdness, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 4 AND 5! Definitely not a fix it fic, or a happy fic.
Author's Notes: This... is weird. If you've seen the music video for 'Special Needs' by Placebo, then you'll know where I got this from. You have to know what happens to those two episodes up there. This is seen through the eyes of an unamed character as that person watches from a camera feed. Non beta'd so all mistakes are by me.

Hysteria

The wall is covered with countless of monitors, showing every single hall and room of the ship.

On the screen to the farthest right, a tall, brown haired man takes off his coat and hangs it on the hook behind the door, petting the folds and wrinkles on the sleeves so they fall perfectly on the side. It is blue, slightly worn and made of wool. The man is wearing a long sleeve shirt, grey braces, greyish-brown trousers, a silver watch and a leather wrist strap. He walks over to the cot at the corner to his right and settles himself at the end near the door. He opens the flap of his wrist strap and presses a button. Nothing happens and the man looks annoyed, pressing the button one more time. He then stands up, opens a door and enters the little walk-in closet embedded into the wall at the other side of the room.

A couple of seconds later, the man backs out looking terrified and angry but his steps are calm as he walks backwards to the bed. The inside of his leg meets the hard steel of the bed rail causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the thin mattress. He is staring in front of him, wide eyed before he finally snatches his coat and runs out of the door.

---

The door opens and the man from before enters. He doesn't take off his coat, just walks towards the bed and lays down, shoes and all. He stays like that for a while until the lights flicker, indicating that all passengers should be in their rooms and turning off after a minute. All the monitors are now black, except for a couple. The screen on the far right illuminates in a blue-white glow, and we see the man messing with his wrist strap, the source of the light. He lays back down, stares at the ceiling until his eyes are drooping. They finally close as an image of a blue and white city projects itself onto the wall and part of the ceiling.

---

The lights go back up the next day and the man is standing in the middle of the room, coat gone and his expression unreadable.

The man then takes a step forward, reaches out with his right hand and strokes the air, the tips of his fingers moving as if stroking someones cheek. The fingers dip and descends down, now caressing an invisible neck. He leans in, opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue to the air, quits the stroking and places his palm in front of him in precise position and not wavering. His tongue laps and curves and turns as his other hand quickly descends down to a point in front his crotch, cupping and squeezing. The man's legs part and he starts thrusting, the palm in front of his face traveling down and gripping an imaginary waist, the other ascending and doing the same.

He walks backwards to the bed, falling down as if he was pushed. He spreads his legs and starts taking off his clothes. He arches up and throws his head back, grabbing a fistful of air in front of him. He jerks the air back and starts kissing it again. The lights flicker and and an alarm blares at the distance.

The feed is turning to static, and the lights keep on flickering in the room. For a second, another body could be seen, but disappears as quickly as the light turns on and off. The man, now completely naked, continues grabbing at the air and arching.

The flickering finally stops and the image turns to white noise. The other monitors do the same, and after five seconds, goes back to their original state. The screen in the furthest right now shows the man laying down on the bed, naked and breathing heavily as he stares up at the ceiling, straight into the camera lens. He scowls and reaches over for his wrist strap, pressing a button. The image shakes and dissolves into white noise.

---

The alarm blares at the distance and Jack is putting on his clothes. He sets the coat on his shoulders walks out of the door and into the chaos outside. He steps into the transport dock, presses a button on his wrist strap and disappears.

Bear with me. (LJ cuts are stupid)

explodeyy — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 20:31:51 GMT

Chaptered Fiction.
One Shot Fiction.

TOP TEN:

01. So Now You’re Back by lizhowhp

Ianto/Withheld, Jack/Ianto, NC-17

The night after Gwen’s wedding isn’t exactly as Ianto pictured it to be.

02. When I Promised You Forever by telleer

Jack/Ianto, Jack/Others, R

Jack travels through time.

03. The Ways To Be Oblivious by rei_of_writing

Team, Jack/Ianto, NC-17

"He stared at his chair. “Girls,” he called. Gwen and Tosh turned to look at him from their respective stations. “Which of you swapped my seat?”

04. Vicarious, Or Ianto Is An Asshole by snglesrvngfrend

Ianto/Owen, mention of Jack/Ianto, NC-17

The one that turned me into a hardcore Ianto/Owen shipper, yesyes.

05. The Brightest Heaven by Veronica

Jack/Ianto, Mature

Jack has dinner with an old friend.

06. A Matter of Honor by louiex

Jack/Ianto, NC-17

When Jack goes missing after a simple recon mission, Ianto is elected to go in after him. But when its more than just a partying captain, the whole team has to fix a much more deadly problem.

07. Rhapsody In Green by entangled_now

Jack/Ianto, Mature

Ianto drinks some wine, the world gets very strange.

08. Absolution by lady_razzle

Jack/Ianto, Jack/OC, NC-17

Guilt. Or the lack of it.

(FUCKING SHOCKER, I SWEAR. I LOVE IT.)

09. Seven Days That Shook Captain Jack's Pants by redscharlach

Team, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Adult, Crack

There is a little-known Welsh saying: "Never judge a man until you've spent a week in his pants." Captain Jack Harkness is that man. These are his pants.

10. Cause=Time by demotu

Jack/Ianto, PG

Conversations under the Ferris Wheel.

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Eight Things Torchwood Three Learned While On Holiday At Disney World by sparky77

Team, Jack/Ianto, PG, Crack

Survival Of The Fabulous by ceindreadh

Team, Jack/Ianto, PG-15, Humour, Angst, Crack

Four ways Ianto and Gwen survived the Dalek attack and one way they didn’t.

Two Thousand Miles I Roamed by la_victorienne

Jack/Ianto, PG

A man in silhouette, dark body sharp against the setting sun. He is utterly immobile, though all around him the water rolls in its gentle, familiar rhythm. A fixed point in time, everything moving, while he is standing still.

Half The Battle by ivy03

Jack/Ianto, Jack/Gwen, Jack/tons of people, Jack/is a slut, R

There are truths you just can't live with. Ianto knows that better than anyone.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by Ianto Jones by strangecreature

Ianto/Owen, dash of Ianto/Jack, R

In The Case of S.A.N.D.I (or; Space Junk) by ingenius_inc

Jack/Ianto , Mature

Carnival Show by sam_storyteller

Team, Jack/Ianto, PG-13

Something has gone horribly wrong at the Electro Cinema. As it falls through time, the team must find a way to escape without Jack's help -- or at any rate, without their Jack's help.

Outline Me Again by skellerbvvt

Jack/Ianto, NC-17, Smut, Kink, Dark

No matter the death, no matter the killer, Ianto had been there to outline him again, and thus, he had never changed.

If We Haven't Got Nightingales, Glenn Miller Will Suffice by sam_storyteller

Team, OC's, Jack/Hub, Jack/Ianto, PG

In which Gerald Carter is distinctly annoyed, Ianto Jones goes exploring, Lisa Hallet is the cause of a falling-out, Owen Harper contemplates new digs, Jack Harkness has sex (with architecture), Gwen Cooper weds, and Glenn Miller plays.

This Is No Place For The Ambassador For Wales To Have Sex by timetraveled

Gwen, Jack/Ianto, PG

Forgotten by fajrdrako

Jack, Adam, Team, Jack/Ianto, PG

He was without form, and he flew.

The Adventure Of The Three Gay Unicorns by ask_captainjack

Team

Kill Your Darlings by irradiatedsoup

Crossovers, Tosh/Owen, PG-13

Mark: Ask yourself, what's the point of your life?

Owen: Mark, mate. I only came here for a beer.

Tagging Eight People by gingerlr

Team and then some, Mature

I Welcome You With Coffee by order_of_chaos

Ianto, Ten, G

A first meeting of Ianto and the Doctor, with coffee.

None But You by qualli

Jack/Ianto, PG

Jack forces Ianto to give him an ultimatum.

Water God by theohsocurlyone

Jack/Ianto, PG

If it takes an overly-dramatic Water God with a greatcoat to help him live, then he'll accept all he can get.

It's A Question Of Mortality by cherry_soup888

Jack/Ianto, NC-17, Dark

Jack asks Ianto something he doesn’t think is fair.

Danse Macabre by valderys

Jack/Ianto, NC-17

A day in the very ordinary life of Ianto Jones.

That Doesn't Bother You Does It? by misswinterhill

Jack/Ianto, Jack/OC, Mature

A bitter story from the POV of an intruder into a loving relationship.

Awake by efflorescencia

Jack/Ianto, NC-17

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me by scribblinlenore

Jack/Ianto, R

Jack and Ianto drink tea together. Past and present.

Suddenly You're Older by la_victorienne

Jack/Ianto, R

Ianto sits alone in the dark, playing Judy at Carnegie Hall.

Go Away A Little Closer by blackbird_song

Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys (implied), Ianto/Lisa (implied), NC-17

A hard day brings strife, understanding, and a proposition or two for the future.

Long Time Coming by baby_razzle

Jack/Ianto, PG, AU

Ianto Jones’s new house has come complete with an unwelcome guest. But when things go Bump in the Night, Ianto Jones bumps back.

The Time Traveler’s Husband by leofuller

Jack/Ianto, PG-15

Jack’s immortal. Ianto isn’t.

Conversations With The Dead by dune_drd

Jack/Ianto, PG, Torture

It had taken Jack a while to realise that he'd finally cracked.

Delicate by lazulikat

Jack/Ianto
Why Ianto was behaving his not usual self in Sleeper.

As We Mean To Go On by paperclipbitch

Ianto/Owen, PG-13

Owen is feeling charitable enough to last four hours before going to Jack and telling him to fire the new guy.

Idiot's Guide To Temporal Phenomenon by in_the_bottle

Ianto, Owen, Jack/Ianto, NC-17

Groundhog Day at Torchwood 3.

On the way to the harbour – 657 miles by slippery_fish

Jack/Ianto

Shipwrecks and harbours.

Partners and Parents by ceefax_the_sane

Jack/Ianto, Teen, AU

Jack's the father, Ianto's the uncertain young step-parent, and the others are the kids.

Practice Makes Perfect by swallow_dream

General, Owen/Ianto, PG-13, Dark

Ianto leans over Owen’s desk, sliding the cup over to him, coffee inside practically unmoving as it slides, perfectly measured, into Owen’s open hand, as if Ianto had made the move hundreds of times before.

Love's Labour's Lost by demotu

Gwen, Jack/Ianto, Mature

Some secrets don't get to stay buried.

Start Those Trombones Slidin' by mclachlan

Jack/Ianto, ANGST

Hit me with a hot note and watch me bounce.

The Day Was A Tuesday by chester_kat

Jack/Ianto, Teen

Jack is forever and so is his love.

You Go Ahead, I'll Stay Here by caladria

Team, Jack/Ianto, PG

All These Days After Tomorrow by rm

Jack/Ianto, PG

Please, please forgive me for the f-list fuckery. I truly am sorry but the fucking lj-cut is not working with this. It seems to not like me.

DUNDUNDUNDUNNN.

explodeyy — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 20:12:34 GMT

Chaptered Fiction.
One Shot Fiction.

TOP TEN:

01. From Which Comes All Things by mclachlan
Jack/Ianto
From the chaos, life.

02. Non Linear by misswinterhill
Jack/Ianto, Timetravel, The together forever sort
Ianto Jones died on a Monday night at exactly six thirty-seven p.m. This wouldn’t have been so remarkable if not for the fact that Ianto Jones was fated to exist for longer than almost any dead man in the known multiverse. This is his story.

03. The Windhovers by sarcasticchick
Team, Jack/Ianto, R
"A hallucination is a fact, not an error; what is erroneous is a judgement based upon it."

04. Time Enough by Veronica
Jack/Ianto, Adult
This is Ianto’s journey.

05. Disinterred by seize
Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Owen, Mature like woah, Darkfic
"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets." (Andre Malraux)

06. A Matter Of Time by demotu
Jack/Ianto
A time travelling, action-adventure, romance-filled science fiction romp ensues when Ianto runs into Jack in the fifty-first century after an accident with a vortex manipulator. Laser blasters, alien dance clubs, mercenaries, a little too much public sex for Ianto's tastes, sneaky plans and circular logic can be found here.

07. Get Loved, Make More, Try to Stay Alive by dsudis
Jack/Ianto, Mature, MPGREG
"When we don't die young and violently, we die weird. Well, or all three, case in point."

08. Me & Mr. Jones by lady_sb
Jack/Ianto, AU
Me and Mr. Jones. We got a thing going on.

09. Suspension by mclachlan
Jack/Ianto
"If you're asking if I would follow Jack into death… then yes. Yes."

10. Jack Harkness - Super Temp by madder_rose
Jack/Ianto, Mature, AU
Look at the title.

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Unfixed Wishes by christine_twfan
Jack/Ianto, Rating Varies
Ianto discovers an alien artifact in the archives, which sets him on an unexpected path.

Brokeback Manor by et_muse
Jack/Ianto, also mentions of Gwen/Rhys, Owen/Tosh, Mature
In a battle between the demands of society and the demands of the heart, who will emerge the victor?

When In Rome by not_gold
Jack/Ianto, Mature, Angst, Pubic Sex, H/C, Slavery
Stranded on a strange planet, Jack finds he has to take extreme measures to save Ianto's life. The question is, are those measures that Ianto will be able to accept?

A Theory Of Two Centres by sam_storyteller
Jack/Ianto, R
Ianto Jones woke up in a bed that wasn't his, in a flat that wasn't his, wearing clothing that definitely wasn't his.

The Psychic! Series by misswinterhill
Jack/Ianto
A set of stories wherein Jack and Ianto share a psychic link. 3 complete stories of at least novella length.

Pocket Watch Boy by mhalachaiswords
Ianto/Jack, Time Lord!Ianto
Ianto Jones is a very different sort of boy.

Touching The Void by calavarna
Jack/Ianto, NC-17
When Ianto finds himself in wartime London and in the clutches of a strange but familiar conman, he struggles to find a balance between revealing the future and creating a paradox. Meanwhile, Jack tries to get Ianto back while dealing with a head full of memories that aren't his own.

Having huge trouble with the oneshots. They won't go into a fucking lj cut. SHIT. I might have to start over again. And there's shitloads.

Fic: See You At The Bitter End, Torchwood, Jack/Ianto

explodeyy — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 23:05:36 GMT

Why yes, I am using Suzie/Gordon icon. Haha, LUCY AND I SHIP IT. And others.

Title: See You At The Bitter End
Author: explodeyy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG, there's only that f word.
Warning: None
Spoilers: Series 3, In The Shadows.
Summary: He had made a promise. A silent promise. He promised that he will see him again, sooner or later.
Author's Notes: It's that scene. Just keeps on playing and playing and playing. And I had to pass the time so I wrote this. I dunno, it just kind of came out. It's short because the scene is fast. They're escaping the hub. Ianto doesn't have time to reminisce about his whole entire life. Hmm, yeah.
Disclaimer: They are, sadly, not mine.

Every step we take that's synchronized
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home

Jack gripped Ianto’s neck, his lips radiating desperation.

Ianto hated being maneuvered, being told where to go, what to do. But it’s all he’s been doing these past two years of being in Torchwood. They tell him to make the coffee, get these files from the archives, fuck me here, push that button there (“It’ll help with the pain, Ianto”), retcon that person, throw that body right there.

Be this person (“Oh yes, Mr. Ambassador for Wales?”), get out of here. Alive.

The only time he remembers making his own decision was with Lisa. He chose to save her, chose to keep her alive. He chose to hide her in Torchwood Three.

(He also chose to save Jack from hell. He chose to go to hell himself to save Jack and forgive him.)

Lisa was the one who told him what buttons to push, which ones make her feel better, stronger. Lisa was the one who made him promise. She knew he always keeps his promises.

Like that night he met Jack. He had made a promise. A silent promise. He promised that he will see him again, sooner or later.

Then that night at the warehouse. He promised Jack: There will be more. There has to be more. What more he wanted, he didn’t exactly know back then.

Now, as Jack assured him with the presence of his lips against his own, (Get out of here. I’ll be fine. Be fine. I’ll be fine. Please. Promise me you’ll be fine.) Ianto realized that he didn’t know exactly what he wanted. He still didn’t know what that more was. This thing with Jack didn’t even start until after Lisa.

Or maybe it hadn't.

Maybe it had started with that first promise. That silent promise. That silent promise he’s giving to Jack now. It comes from every fiber of his being to his lips. It tears through the desperation, the sadness. Ianto took Jack’s sigh as an indication that the message was received.

'I’ll see you again, sooner or later.'

You shower me with lullabies
As you're walking away
Reminds me that it's killing time
On this fateful day

See you at the bitter end.
-The Bitter End, Placebo

wind in the wires; forever, what does that mean?, r

explodeyy — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 23:05:15 GMT

Series: Wind In The Wires
Title: Forever, What Does That Mean?
Characters: Owen, Jack
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Jack takes Owen home.
Author's Notes: This series is backwards, starting after 2.08 and ending after Owen got recruited to Torchwood. It is made up of 5 drabbles. Betad by naddypants.

"So this is it then? I destroy a generator with my bare hands and I don't feel the electricity in my body, firing up my neurones and possibly frying my brain; none of it." Owen placed both his hands on the back of the sofa with his head down, unconsciously biting his lips as Jack closed the door behind him after having walked into Owen's flat.

"When I get shot," Owen lifted his head up and walked towards the kitchen, opening one of the drawers and carefully taking out a knife. He placed the blade flat on his palm, peering at the scratches and gazing at the distorted blank expression reflecting off the shiny, smooth surface. "My guts will fly out," he said as he turned around and leaned against the counter, turning his gaze at Jack while still holding the blade lightly on his palm. "And I won't be able to feel anything." He demonstrated by lifting his left index finger and pressing it to the tip of the knife. Owen watched as Jack watched, blood seeping out of the little cut he had made.

He didn't feel a thing.

"I won't even have the bile to vomit when I see my innards because I can't eat and fuck you, Harkness. I know I’m a doctor and I dissect aliens. I’m not supposed to be squeamish about those things." He retorted at Jack's smirk. "Just strictly speaking." Owen spread the blood on the blade with same finger that he had punctured. "Is this it, Jack? I'm basically just my brain now, my mind."

"Stop complaining. At least you're still here."

"But I’m not living."

"But somehow, your mind is. And your memories." Jack's smirk turned into a grimace. "You've still got your memories."

"Am I going to be like you, Jack?"

"I'm not dead, first of all." Owen scoffed and put down the knife on the counter top as Jack sighed. "I'm not delicate, fragile. Every time I get shot or hurt, I heal again. You," Jack looked down and back up to Owen's face. "You don't. You might still have your body slightly intact for a couple of decades, maybe even a century for it to not cause any suspicions - if you're careful - but knowing you, you probably won't. I've got forever, Owen. As for you? I honestly have no idea."

"You're bollocks. Pure, utter bollocks."

"It amuses me how you can say that with a blank expression."

"Get the fuck out of here, Jack,” Owen said through gritted teeth.

"I expect to see you at work tomorrow." Jack watched the other man turn around and place the knife back in the drawer. When he started messing with the plates and putting them in order from smallest to largest, Jack got the signal that he should probably leave. He did so, and with another glance at Owen, Jack disappeared out into the hallway, closing the door firmly on his wake.

wicked as a joyride jaunt, oneshot

explodeyy — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 19:18:30 GMT

First attempt of crack.
Do not kill me or throw rotten food at me okay?
Thank you.

Title: Wicked as a Joyride Jaunt.
Author: explodeyy
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, Jack, Gwen, John, Jack/Ianto, very slight Ianto/Rhys.
Word Count: 1013
Rating: R
Genre: crack (kind of), slight fluff.
Summary: A week after arriving from Switzerland (and Captain John Hart visiting them a day after that and unfortunately staying), Ianto finds an already lit cigarette during a weevil hunt and decides to smoke it.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Sad attempt of crack, vague thoughts, smoking, ice cream, Lil' Wayne and then some.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Author's Notes: Do not ask. This just kind of popped in my head and flowed out of my fingertips into richtext wordpad. Plus, we don't have enough Ianto getting high fics and I felt like writing one. This is supposed to be set after 'Lost Souls' and before Series 3, but you can read it without knowing what happened in 'Lost Souls. Un-betad, but spell checked. If it doesn't make sense, it's not supposed to.

Wicked as a Joyride Jaunt.

Ianto thinks that coffee is like life.

He also thinks that Jack's coffee needs more sugar.

Ianto thinks that they need to change Myfanwy's diet.

Ianto also thinks Rhys is hot, and Gwen should totally ditch him and go shag Jack so Ianto can go do the same to Rhys.

Ianto thinks this is bullshit.

Ianto likes to think.

Ianto thinks that's not a good thing.

Ianto wonders what it looks like when he plays with the hem of Jack's shirt.

The pale of his skin and the pale of the shirt, blue veins visible on translucent skin of the wrist not quite resting on Jack's hipbone. The coloring is slightly nauseating, low contrasting of the shirt that covers the tan of Jack's skin, but it works so well thanks to his equally pale blue irises.

The paleness of Ianto's skin and the darker tone of Jack's. The difference is quite visible as he slowly lifts up Jack's shirt, as if every minute that passes, only a centimeter of skin is revealed. It's obscene really, but strangely mesmerizing and it makes Ianto giggle like a fucking schoolgirl.

For some odd reason.

Ianto doubts Jack would like smoking.

Ianto doubts he, himself would either.

Ianto doubts Jack has ever tried smoking.

Ianto doubts that.

Ianto doubts himself, sometimes.

Ianto doubts it's only sometimes.

Ianto imagines Jack smoking.

Jack's lips around the filter, his cheeks hollowed as he sucks in the chemicals from the cancer stick. He then puffs out the smoke and stares at something ahead, face neutral like he doesn't care that his lungs will start to rot and rests the fag between his middle and index finger.

Ianto imagines the background to be dark, like it was nighttime or something. A light source hits Jack on his right showing the profile of his face, the way the light hits it, (the blacks, greys and whites), the way it outlines his nose in a white glow and shines to show his blue, dilated eyes, showing the smoke and the orange glow at the butt of his cigarette. He thinks it makes it look all serious like those black and white photos he's seen on the Internet. It makes Jack look dangerous.

More dangerous than he already was.

Ianto thinks this is hot.

But keeps on imagining that the cigarette was strawberry flavored.

Ianto likes ice cream.

He likes the fact that it was at first liquid, turns into a solid, and liquid back again when you just let it sit there.

Ianto likes licking ice cream off of Jack. He likes the mixture of the sweetness of the cream and salty of Jack's skin.

Sometimes, Ianto likes ice cream more than Jack.

Ice cream is sweet, and Ianto thinks that's meant to be happy.

Jack's salty, like tears, and Ianto thinks that's meant to be sad.

Sometimes Ianto likes Jack more than ice cream.

Jack taste salty during sex and Ianto thinks that's more amazing than ice cream.

Sometimes.

And tears are salty, and he feels somewhat closer to Jack when he cries and clings to Ianto like there's no other person left in the world.

And Ianto thinks if he wasn't the only person left in the world, it would still be him Jack's holding on to.

Ianto daydreams of he and Jack on the dance floor humping and grinding like those people on those hip hop videos.

Their shirts would be off of course, no need for those frustrating things. Trousers stay in the picture, though. Ianto's trousers are hot, they have pinstripes and Jack's are hot too because they make his arse look amazing and it just makes it even for both of theirs to be on.

Jack already has the pheromones and all the time in the world. It only seems fair.

(Ianto would also like to put Jack's ego in a box. A pink box, but he doesn't know of a box that big, nor can he create an imaginary one since it might kill him with all that thinking he has to do and stuff.

Dying from trying to think of a pink box big enough for Jack's ego.

Ha.)

Ianto would have his right leg in between Jack's legs. Some song about lollipops and wanting to lick the wrapper would be playing in the background as pink, blue, purple, and green lights go all over the place. His and Jack's lips would be touching but they won't be kissing, just gasping into each other's mouths as their hips thrust onto each other in sync with the boom boom's and the lick, lick, lick,lick, lick me's and I like that's coming from the stereo and vibrating their bones enough to shatter and Ianto's hands would be on Jack's hips while Jack's is on his and Ianto would--

--try to think of a way to permanently kill Jack.

It's not like he could just take Ianto's cigarette-thing and expect to get away with it.

Ianto likes his cigarette-thing.

He thinks he likes it more than Jack.

"Get the fuck off!"

"Ianto, give it to me."

"No."

"Gwen,"

"Ianto please, give it to Jack,"

"You look like me when I was about to be manhandled and thrown into rehab."

"John!"

"You also have a fucking boner."

"Fuck."

"Yes, I think that's what you need."

"Shut up John. He just got exposed to some highly intoxicating thing--"

"It's a cigarette, Gwen."

"A fag."

"John,"

"A pink fag."

"It has traces of rift activity,"

"A pink, alien fag."

"Jack, I think we should--"

"Sedate him, yeah?"

"Can we just pry it away from his hands?"

"Don't think we can. Look at his grip on it."

"That's a pretty sturdy cigarette."

"I vote sedating him. We never get to do that. Plus this is quite an important matter."

"Yeah."

"True."

"Alright."

"Gwen, be a sweetheart and hand me that medical bag would you? Thanks."

Ianto felt a prick on his skin and the familiar feel of a needle in his arm followed by the welcoming sensation of tiredness. Before he gets fully enveloped in unconsciousness, however, he hears something being said in John's voice.

Something about methamphetamine in the 42nd century and how it had him hearing heartbeats like in Edgar Allan Poe's 'Tell Tale Heart' for more than a half a decade or something along those lines.

Well, Ianto thought it was heartbeats but he didn't try to ask as he was too busy falling asleep.

End.

Oh shit.

'we're in deep, deep shit.'

explodeyy — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 20:01:08 GMT

The promised picspam/review thing. I finally had time to post it (my dad's not here).
Now I have to do my drawing for the auction thing at my school. Apparently its mandatory for all art students. Bleh.
Enjoy!

Out-Of-Picture: I absolutely adore the shot of the children.
Top-half: Ianto's tie makes me happy (BLUE AND WHITE STRIPES! *happy sigh*).
Bottom-half: Jack's nose makes me squee, and I can't help substituting 'Tell me, is it them? Have they come back?' with 'What are you wearing?'
Out-Of-Picture: Fobisher, Fobisher. Where have I seen you before?
Oh yeah, your Sid's dad. Ohkay.

Top-half: Jack's looking up at the lift. It looks like it just happened after the kiss at the end of the trailer. Kind of a goodbye kiss, or 'be safe kiss'.
It makes sense. =\
Bottom-left: looks like Jack just got out of the hub after the fire or something, lack of coat and shirts and all. (Might be Ianto's clothes) Ianto looks happy, and Rhys is in a suit. :DD
Bottom-right: LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE.

Top-half: Favorite line of the trailer. I love their faces.
Bottom-half: Dry-humour, y/y. His face, LOVE. Second best line of trailer.

All: ITS PRETTY.
Bottom-left: You know that scene on the trailer where the camera is on Jack's feet and shoots up to his face and upper body? Well, I think that's Ianto finding that Jack's there. Im weird and im probably the only one that associates that scene to that, so im just going to make an icon of it.

All: asdfghjkl;
FUCKING.PASSIONATE.
*squee*
IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.
THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL EVEN WHEN THEY'RE EATING EACHOTHER'S FACES OFF.
This is sooo not the 'gagging for it scene'. *shakes head* Hopefully, cause it's too beautiful to be interrupted.

Other:
Gwen flaily arms ftw, fersure.
The running. <3
I adore the shots of the children.

The dislikes:
Coloring-- BAD.
Its over saturated. I don't like it. I love the past seasons' colorings. They set the mood for the scenes and bring out the emotions from them. The kiss scene, that's one example of the bad coloring. It might not be the real one of the whole series (i doubt it) and its probably just the trailer. Its so badd. Grr. Sorry for the nerdiness, but still.

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fic: asphyxiate [oneshot]

explodeyy — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 21:26:10 GMT

title: asphyxiate
rating: PG-13
genre: angst
character/pairing: jack, mentions of team, estelle, greg, gray and also mentions of jack/ianto, jack/greg. brief mention of jack/estelle.
spoilers: exit wounds maybe. and twilight streets if you don't know who greg is, but it really doesn't matter.
word count: 910, oneshot
summary: It won't be for another hour or so until he suffocates again.
warnings: character death (jack, of course)
author's notes: i haven't wrote anything in ages! i thank lucy_locket for going over this and encouraging me to post it. she's such a sweetheart. other mistakes are mine. this is for day 3 at redismycolour.

Jack gasped and breathed in a lungful of earth. He coughed and writhed in the tiny space he was occupying. His lungs would soon fill with dirt as it broke down from above--

Then as quickly as he had come he was again swallowed by the darkness.
---

Jack's body shook and he opened his eyes. He looked around the black nothingness that surrounded his vision. Maybe he was blind, he didn't know but surely while he was dead it would've been fixed.

What he did know is that he could at least breathe without anything clogging up his airways.

A small arch had formed over his nose and had tunneled down his body. Worms. He took in some short, quick breaths (he could feel air coming from under his nose after each exhale).

Then, Jack took the time to feel his surroundings. It was... dry.

It won't be for another hour or so until he suffocates again.

The dirt was solid, like rock but softer and he was careful not to move much.

It was cold.

'Must be winter then.'

The water in the soil had probably froze and had kept the earth intact, which would mean the tunnel had already been there before the seasons have changed. He dug out a handful with one of his tied hands and felt it crumble on his palm the same way a biscuit would after he accidentally makes a fist (which usually follows with Ianto's angry glare fixed on him). He couldn't hear anything except his mind since his ears were filled with dirt, plus he is in a grave so its not like anything can make noise under here, except maybe him (he had dismissed the thought ages ago since by opening his mouth, it allows the dirt entering his throat). Even his thoughts weren't present since he barely had any chance to think. His deaths came quickly and and felt like they lasted ages, but every time he comes to, it feels as if he'd just been thrashing with lungfuls of dirt not five minutes ago. Right now, he was lucky to be alive in a time where he can have a chance to think. And breathe.

It must have been decades, centuries in this hole since he had thought a happy thought. He'd pushed all of the memories, put them away in a box but left some things wondering about. Things that have been forgotten and things that he couldn't let go of.

Like all his lovers. He still knew every single one of them (every sex and species). Most of the faces were blurred while the recent ones were clear, like Greg, the one with the cheekbones he'd kill to rest a coffee mug on. Estelle, and her love for fairies. Ianto, with his coffee and eyes that barely seem to shine. Ianto, who has seen so much in his--

Twenty five?

Twenty six?

Twenty-

So young.

So fucking young.

They all were.

His team. Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, and Ianto Jones.

John. Suzie. Alex. Martha. Rose. The Doctor.

Gray.

His eyes stung as an image of his hand letting go of his brother's played in his mind and as he blinked, dirt filled his eyes.

'I never stopped believing.'

The knife that had plunged through his stomach. Being pushed in the grave. The grave he is still trapped in while the world above him changes and evolves.

A curse.

Anger he hadn't felt in what seemed eons built up inside him. Anger and desperation.

He craved for Gwen's stubbornness. He craved for Tosh's smile. He craved for Owen's snark. He craved for Ianto's touch.

He craved for Gray's forgiveness.

Just like his lungs craved for oxygen.

Jack tried to blink away the tears and the dirt. He thrashed and squirmed in the tiny space causing some of the earth to erode around him, filling in the little tunnel over his nose. He felt the familiar sensation of dirt in his mouth, his nose, his lungs.

It was always the same but this death was a bit more quicker. He'd take about an hour to remember the things he'd want to remember just to check if they're still there. He'd always end with the thought of Gray. It had him screaming, begging for the earth to open up and let him live through history over again to meet the Gray that had done this to him and forgive him.

It didn't take long for the earth to completely collapse from above him. He choked and coughed and thrashed around like a fish out of water begging for the ocean but with no choice but to breathe in the air. He gave up the fight and just let it go into his body and waited for the darkness to come. He'd come back again, no gasps, and the season would've changed. He'll resurrect and die again just as quick as it had happen and every time let go of some little bits and pieces of his life that he had chosen to remember.

Ianto's age, the color of Greg's eyes. Was it green? Hazel? Blue like Ianto's? He'd forgotten the pterodactyl's name. Pteranodon? He almost forgot they even had a pet dinosaur.

But the one thing he'll never forget is how it feels like to come back to life.

Like being dragged over broken glass.

After a choked sob, he was again falling into nothingness.

the end

Skins Rec List.

explodeyy — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 19:53:32 GMT

Tony/Maxxie:
Oneshots:
Pick Me Up by the_angry_pixie Rating: R
The music stopped and like an unwritten agreement they all hugged and disbanded. Sid walked right by me, his eyes passing over me as if I was a speck on the wall. That hurt. I took a long drag on my joint, awaiting the moment when these feelings would be numbed by the toxins running through my blood.

I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday by indievegas Rating: R
It's not christmas, yet Maxxie feels the need to play christmas songs anyway, then he changes his mind.

Soft Revolution by turnyourankle Rating: PG-14
Maxxie's 16th birthday falls on a Thursday, which means dinner - probably burnt - with the family, red frosted cake and gifts piled on the edge of the kitchen table. It lasts just as long as any other family dinner, everyone eager to get started on the cake, and when you've had more than a decade to practice opening gifts it goes faster than you'd think.

Neologism by cf33 Rating: PG
How does the abused become the abuser?

Tango De Tony by jayeboy Rating: NC-17
Maxxie likes dancing for more reason than one.

Senseless by jayeboy Rating: Heavy R
Maxxie has a senseless crush. What can one do when you’re in love with Tony Stonem?

Coming Out by dtkokoro Rating: PG
Maxxie comes out.

It all revolves around you by fishesofdoom Rating: PG-13
Maxxie likes dancing. Maxxie likes Arcade Fire. Maxxie likes drawing. Maxxie likes toast. Maxxie likes boys.
Tony likes potatoes. Tony likes himself. Tony likes breakfast. Tony likes naked sledging. Tony likes Maxxie.

Clasped by amory_vain Rating: PG
Maxxie finally understands something.

Chaptered:
Settling for Second Best by cloudysky Rating: R
After the inevitable happens, Tony talks Maxxie into coming to Brighton with him for a few nights, because, quite frankly, there isn’t anyone else.

Concerning Human Understanding by cf33 Rating: NC-17
Maxxie found it in Angie's classroom, after everyone had left. It was a whole file, not just a single sheet of paper, and it had Tony's name on it, which made him glance twice before realizing what it was.

Fic: Call-Response Overturns Convictions Everytime. [Oneshot]

explodeyy — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 02:23:12 GMT

I tried writing again. This is what i got. I couldn't think of a good title though, but this will do.
Hope you guys like it!

Title: Call-Response Overturns Convictions Everytime. [Oneshot]
Author: explodeyy
Characters/Pairings: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Jack/Ianto.
Rating: PG-R-ish just to be safe, but nothing that bad.
Summary: The sound of glass hitting together seemed to echo in the quiet room as the two men silently drank the amber looking liquid, locking eyes and smiling at each other behind their glasses.
Disclaimer: I do not own them, If i did, i would have done something constructive with my life right now.
Warnings: Character death, implied sex, if that's what you call it. Not in sequence.
Author Notes: inspired by the song Title Track by Death Cab For Cutie, its more of less a song fic, really. And beta'd by the wonderful the9thdoctor who also helped me get over my confusion between suits and shirts. This is also my second attempt of writing a story... -hides-

I must admit I was charmed by your advances
Your advantage left me helplessly into you

"And you are?"

"Jones. Ianto Jones."

"Nice to meet you Jones, Ianto Jones. Captain Jack Hark-..."

----------

"Morning! Coffee?"

"Wow."

"I wanna work for you."

"Sorry, no vacancies."

"Let me tell you about myself."

"Ianto Jones. Born August 19, 1983. Able student but not exceptio-..."

----------

"Rift activity locater."

"Torchwood London."

"See? Quality kit."

"That's quite excitable."

"Must be your after shave."

"Never wear any."

"You smell like that naturally?"

"Fifty-first century pheromones. You people have no id-..."

Their breathing was ragged. The weight of Ianto's body had left Jack quite out of breath, including the laugh he just let out awhile ago.

Ianto was looking at him, air leaving his mouth in short bursts. Jack looked up and caught his eyes as they try to regain their composure.

Ianto suddenly lifted his upper body off of Jack, never breaking eye contact,

"I should go."

And finally lifting the other half up and heading off towards the door.

Jack stayed lying on the concrete for a moment and finally stood up. He saw Ianto slowly approach the exit, and admired the pinstripes running down his jacket and trousers.

"Hey! Report for work first thing tomorrow."

He saw Ianto barely turn his way.

"Like the suit by the way."

He smiled to himself.

-------------------

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I could taste your lipstick on the filter

It was ten minutes past 23:00. The team had headed home about five minutes ago. Tosh waving goodbye to the others after turning off her computers and going out of the cog door into the Tourist Office, quickly followed by Owen who had just finished putting the tangled limbs of an alien corpse in a body bag, leaving it on the autopsy table. Then Gwen, who was half-way done with her report of the alien, and had stuffed it inside her bag and stepped up into the invisible lift, also murmuring 'goodbyes' to the only people left in the Hub.

Jack brought his hand down on the his desk along with the cork he just took out of the bottle of whiskey that he had bought from his trip to London. He poured himself a glass and poured some in another. Just as he was about to sip some of the alcohol, a young man in a suit had came in through the door.

"5 minutes, exactly."

"Just what you told me." Ianto smiled. "You should never question my abilities, sir."

"I'm not," Jack took a sip from his glass. "Just making sure you still had it in you." He pointed at the glass right next to the bottle then looked at the man in front of him.

"Want some?" Ianto picked it up and held it level to his face.

"Cheers?"

"Cheers."

The sound of glass hitting together seemed to echo in the quiet room as the two men silently drank the amber looking liquid, locking eyes and smiling at each other behind their glasses.

"Care to join me tonight?"

"Absolutely."

-------------------

I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress
But call-response overturns convictions every time

Jack remembered Toshiko wearing those dirty, blood matted clothes, pale as a porcelain doll as the light above the medical bay hit her lifeless body.

Now Jack was sitting there staring at Ianto's suit. It was all too similar to Toshiko's clothes, also covered in dirt, blood all over but all seem to come from a particular spot: just where the sword had plunged itself into Ianto's ribcage, right through his heart.

Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt as though he was lacking air in his lungs. The images of Ianto's death still lingered in his mind. The urge to touch the silk that used to be wrapped around his partner's neck and let it slide through his fingers had made him unable to move. He remembered that this was the one he had first seen Ianto in, the day they found Myfanwy, right down to the cuff links and the shoes.

Not even a twitch of a muscle can be detected from him, only the movement of his eyes wandering up and down the clothing.

It almost looked like he was watching. Watching for the possibility that Ianto's head might just appear from under the collar, as would his hands and feet and appear to be normal and alive like he had used to be. But Jack knew it wouldn't happen, even in Torchwood. He had put Ianto in the morgue about 12 hours ago, the one where he used to be when he was dug up from who knows how many feet of a grave and frozen way back then.

He didn't notice until his hands felt the familiar touch of the fabric glide against his skin that he had stood up and taken a step towards the suit and is cradling the tie on his palms.

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I rushed this, we moved too fast
And tripped into the guest room

Ianto threaded his fingers through Jack's soft brown hair and moaned into his mouth as the Captain began to fumble for the door handle.

Ianto pushed Jack inside when they managed to open the door, which made the older man trip and land heavily on the floor, bringing Ianto down with him. Ianto didn't waste a moment and began undoing Jack's shirt buttons while Jack just watched him through half lidded eyes. He then zipped down and took off the Captain's trousers, also stripping himself naked until both of them were lying on top of each other with nothing more than one another to cover themselves.

"Don't, don't you think this... we-, we're going too fast?" Jack managed to say as Ianto began kissing his chest.

Ianto didn't reply and grabbed Jack's thighs until Jack was astride him.

Jack thought to himself that if this is what Ianto wanted; this is the way he could forget about Lisa and what had happened, he'll do it and whatever he can, just for the sake of Ianto Jones.

FINIS

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explodeyy — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 19:29:46 GMT

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