#tosh x gwen

[sp3akfromtheart]

looks like jack put some mistletoe up in the torchwood hub...

[captainfairygodmother]

Watching Torchwood for the first time, I'm just about to go on to EP9 (I only started watching it yesterday afternoon), so here's some of my favourite commentary bits that I've sent to @ddrunkbard :

[ovulatingwatermelon]

Incorrect torchwood quotes

Jack: Just so everyone knows, don't ever try to climb a tree at night carrying a strobe light, owls DON'T like it. Owen: ...what happened? Jack: I made a VERY bad mistake.

Gwen: I'm at a loss for words! Owen: Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Gwen yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.

Tosh: Ianto, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Ianto: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

Owen: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk. Owen: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now. Ianto: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

Owen: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee. Gwen: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

Ianto: Come on Tosh, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that... Tosh: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

I haven't even seen torchwood yet but damn it if the lack of fanfics don't make me wanna start writing for it

Edit: for reference, I was referring specifically to the stuff I found on tumblr. I don't use ao3 that often, so everyone who's telling me to look there thank you for helping me even if I am an idiot 🫶

[by-gray]

snippets of torchwood characters kissing (or almost kissing) each other – cuz why not?

starting with: janto

then let’s have: gwanto

and now? towen

next up: 🦆

and also: josh

I’ve also written a gwosh kiss, a jowen cheek kiss and owanto looking at each other like they should be about to kiss. if you guys want to read it, it’s my torchwood secret santa fic, which is found in my pinned. but these were my favourite ones i wrote from it.

[toshsato]

Gwentosh situation #57 🤝

(Mwah)

anything for you, dina <3

Rhys was out with the boys, so Gwen found herself home alone and bored. She sat on the sofa, leaned back and stared at the ceiling, and contemplated what to do. She did not fancy going back to work just for the sake of it. (Who knows what Jack and Ianto might have been doing in there? Their shenanigans had just gotten worse and a whole lot less discreet.)

Gwen ended up calling Tosh.

The two decided to see a movie. They decided to pick a movie once they arrived at the cinema, instead of discussing it beforehand. Once they met up, the two ended up having an interest in two very different movies; it spawned a mini argument that led to one solution.

“What if we just watch something that neither of us would’ve picked?” said Gwen. “And just see what happens?”

“So a horror movie?” Tosh said.

Gwen and Tosh did not have a special interest in horror movies, especially when they were employees of Torchwood. If Gwen was a horror movie fanatic, she could just watch Jack and Ianto play naked hide and seek.

They got one bag of popcorn to share, and took their seats. The movie started, and as the popcorn began to deplete, their fingers kept accidentally brushing up against each other more often.

“Sorry,” Gwen whispered.

“It’s fine.”

Gwen tried to shake off the awkwardness of it, but she couldn’t. She kept wondering if others thought they were a couple. They didn’t, right?

Gwen was mostly unfazed by the jumpscares, and so was Tosh. That was until a particular one caught the both of them off guard.

Instinctively, they both held hands. She wondered if Tosh even realized what she did. Warmth rushed into Gwen’s face. She looked over at Tosh to try and gauge her reaction, to find Tosh’s brown eyes staring back at hers.

Keeping her grip on Tosh’s hand, Gwen hoped that neither of them would let go just yet.

[lord-save-me]

Torchwood ship bingo (but I got lazy after like 5)

Janto

Gwack

Towen

Jack x Doctor

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[muzzledjaw]

I have a lot of headcanons I've posted to @coffee4harper Discord server in the past couple hours and I was holdnto post them here so :]

💥TORCHWOOD💥

**Ianto James Bond Headcanons**

- Ianto has *atleast* five copies of his favourite James bond movies.

- Lisa started the "Jones. Ianto, Jones." Joke.

- After the events of the season 1 finale, ianto had been referred to as 007 multiple times.

- After Ianto's death, Jack went to every opening night showing of a James bond film, then went to Ianto's grave to tell him about it.

- Ianto use to have a framed picture of every James bond actor in his childhood room.

//

**Torchwood Social Medias**

During slow days at work, the team goes on:

*Owen* - Reddit. He absolutely loves Reddit and frequents many subreddits

*Tosh* - YouTube. She probably watches in depth YouTube tutorials on both things she's interested in so she can learn, and things she already knows to silently judge

*Ianto* - Tumblr. He's not very active, but he does some scrolling during slow days in the tourist office.

*Gwen* - Instagram. She comments on every one of Rhys' posts and watches instagram reels.

*Jack* - do you really think this man knows how to use social media? Owen probably made him download snapchat and got him hooked on the fitters like every grandparent

Owen's reddit account was also linked to his torchwood email

//

The team once came into the hub really late to find Jack sleeping on the couch under the "TORCHWOOD" sign hugging ten's hand jar

//

One of the last things the face of bo sees is a suited figure crouching down infront of him and just holding him. He can't remember the figure's face, or who it is, but the face of bo feels safe to die, knowing he's in this unknown figure's arms

//

Jack reaches out to ianto's sister after the days of miracle day and offers finance support to her until the day she dies, saying ianto would've wanted his family to be safe. This continues for generations, until eventually the children are stopped being told of their late relative Ianto and the odd man who gives them so much money in his name

//

Owen fucking loves Melanie Martinez - specifically Cry Baby

//

Sometime in season 2, Jack once again started feeling guilty about suddenly leaving Torchwood for the Doctor for like a year, so he surprised Ianto with a spontaneous road trip. They drove across Wales for a week and it was one of the last peaceful moments the two ever had

//

**Post Death**

Owen's spirit haunted Dash-Con

After the events of House If The Dead, Ianto's spirit ended up at Canary Warf. Tourists and people who work in the area often talk about the suited Welshman who sits at the fountain all day, everyday, waiting for a woman to arrive

Tosh's spirit, somehow, ended up in Glasgow. She haunts Torchwood 2 and helps old Archie with tech. Archie doesn't realise she's a spirit. He's just happy to have company and someone to help him with all the email stuff

//

Mitski became popular and Jack locked himself in his office for a week straight and sobbed to her songs, thinking about ianto and all he lost in the past few years. He made sure to keep her music safe until his face of bo era. He never played miski for the guests of his events. She was just for him and his cat maid

//

The doctor's hand was destroyed in the torchwood bomb, and after learning about it, Jack just sobbed. He's lost tosh, Owen, and ianto. And now, he can't even keep track of the doctor. He's lost in his eternal life with nothing. This later leads to his decision to leave earth

//

Jack absolutely loved the x-men comics when they were first released, and when X-Men First Class was released he'd watch it on repeat imagining him and his team in place of the characters. The roles would shift around sometimes, but Jack always sees himself as Charles Xavier

//

Jack had a fling with Wilfred Owen during WW1. He keeps original copies of the man's work close to him. After Ianto's death, he donated what he could scavenge of the papers to the London Archives, not wanting anymore reminders of the men he loved that died too young

//

After CoE, and realising she never actually knew Ianto, Gwen sat Jack down with a cup of tea and asked him to tell her everything he could about the real Ianto before his funeral. Jack just.. sighed.. and said to gwen, "he was many things" and never explained further

//

Before the coffin was closed, Jack started a stopwatch and placed it in Ianto's hand. Like the ring that John threw in with Jack when he was forced to bury Jack alive, the stopwatch was a tracker with a special battery to allow it to run for centuries. When he felt lonely, Jack would check on the tracker, just to know that ianto was still there and the stopwatch was still ticking away, timing their time apart. He was not ready for the day he checked on the tracker and the screen was blank

//

(Based off that one scene in greys anatomy) after the service, Jack and gwen found a quiet spot to sit, and Jack just burst into laughter. And because Jack was laughing, Gwen was laughing. And they laughed together until it morphed into a comfortable silence between them as they held eachother

//

Ianto was buried with a sobriety coin in his pocket. Only Jack knows about this.

[sp3akfromtheart]

on this episode of torchwood, everyone takes a nap. no seriously, give them a break!

close ups :D!!!

[fandomnerd9602]

Wolf Spider pt.5

Sam Carpenter x Spider-Man!Reader

How is it that your pal and fellow Spider-Man Hobie Brown can just walk into a room and everyone loves him? He would just smile and say he’s just that cool.

Mindy and Chad were practically fans of Hobie as soon as he walked through the door with you.

"This is my bruv, Hobie Brown" you introduce him to the Core Four. "Hobie this is Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy and Ethan"

"Hey" Hobie smiles "pleasure meetin' Wolf's mates"

"Dude how do you look cool in that mask and without it?" Chad asks excitedly

"I'm always this cool, mate" Hobie smirks

"So you brought another spider person from another universe to help us hunt down a masked killer?" Tara asks

"I wasn't asked" Hobie smirks, "I showed up."

It was then that Detective Bailey came through the door, "oh great there's two now"

"Spider Punk is my closest mate" you answer, "my bruv"

Ethan chimes in, "you know if we want to take down Ghostface, why don't we just set a trap"

"Traps?" Hobie scoffs, "Are we taking down a killer or a Scooby villain?"

"If we're gonna do this," Sam says, "we need to do it somewhere out in the open"

"Ghostface can strike anywhere" Mindy chimes, "he's attacked from within a van before!"

The trap was set. Sam and Tara would explore Central Park as you and Hobie manned the comms from the nearby building's edge.

"Hunting ghosts now?" Hobie chuckles, "remember when we were hunting goblins?"

"Red Goblin was the worst" you answer back "how's Gwen"

"still in love with this lad Miles"

"I hope Miles is alright with Gwen spending nights at your flat"

"She uses my guest room" Hobie lightly punches you stifling a laugh.

"Be sure to tell Miles that when you meet him"

You see Sam quickly dial her phone as she runs out of Central Park. Your phone rings.

"Yeah babe?"

"Gale's! Ghostface is at Gale's!!!" your face goes ghost white.

"oh tosh!" Hobie slips his mask back on as you and him swing off at lightning fast speed towards your aunt's house.

You and Hobie reach Gale's apartment window as Ghostface throws Gale through her coffee table and stabs her in the gut.

You and your punk rocker bruv crash through the window and dive right at the killer. You land a sucker punch on the slasher and Hobie slams the culprit in the face with his guitar.

Ghostface slams to the ground.

Hobie smirks, "And they say music's bad-" SNICK! Ghostface stabs Hobie in the right lung.

"Hobie!!!" you scream as you web Gale's loveseat and fling it right into the Ghostface, knocking the slasher out the apartment window. The slasher crashes to the apartment below.

"Hobie?!" you try to keep yourself sane as you rush past your wounded aunt and to your best mate. Hobie clutches his rib, a little bit of blood oozes from his wound, "i-it's just a flesh wound"

"get out of here, bruv!" you practically order him. "I can't lose you too."

Hobie presses a button on his watch, summoning a portal, "I will be back, mate. Good as new."

"I know you will" you whisper back as he disappears into the portal. Your only back up, wounded and having to flee for his life.

Gale weakly reaches for you, a little bit of blood leaking from her mouth. You take her hand. Gale whispers, "tell Sydney he didn't get me"

"I will" you try to hold back the tears. "You're gonna be okay Aunt Gale"

"Great power, great---" her hand slips from yours. The paramedics and backup police officers burst through the front door.

You were practically catatonic as the EMTs loading Gale into the ambulance. Your aunt was almost killed by Ghostface. He knew what was most important to you. Sam runs in and wraps an arm around you but somehow her touch couldn't calm your soul right now.

This shouldn't have happened, the symbiote hisses in your ear, let me take control.

Hobie was wounded. Gale was at death's door. Your family was on the run. The temptation to hand control over to Venom was almost too great.

"We've been playing defense for too long" Chad states with a surprising amount of confidence, "it's time we hunt him instead"

The symbiote within hisses, I like the sound of that.

To Be Continued...

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @jacelion @ma1egamer @sonicqaulan @jacksonandjacksonville @konstantin609 @gaylorvader

[geekgirl750]

I take it back!

This:

This is the dream polycule!

Dream polycule

[fairytales-and-folklore]

The Captain and the Tea Boy

Torchwood » Jack x Ianto

Title: The Captain and the Tea Boy

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Torchwood (Masterlist)

Relationship: Ianto Jones x Jack Harkness

AO3 Rating: Mature (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: Out of everyone on the Torchwood team, Jack is the only one who truly notices and appreciates Ianto Jones.

Two little red and black cups of coffee stood next to one another on the wooden table, their handles barely touching. Ianto knew the routine well enough by now. Jack took his coffee black. Simple. Rich. Pure. It was something he would never come to understand, but like everything else, Ianto simply accepted it as it was. He stood there, moving the mugs back and forth in a shaky daze, scraping the ceramic against the wood and over-thinking the simple concept of the placement of coffee mugs on a table. Handles. Heat. Touching. Hinting. Subtlety is key. Subtlety is unattainable. Ianto rolled his eyes and groaned. He was being ridiculous. Just because the handles are touching does not mean he'll take it as an invitation for a shag.

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Two little red and black cups of coffee stood next to one another on the wooden table, their handles barely touching. Ianto knew the routine well enough by now. Jack took his coffee black. Simple. Rich. Pure. It was something he would never come to understand, but like everything else, Ianto simply accepted it as it was. He stood there, moving the mugs back and forth in a shaky daze, scraping the ceramic against the wood and over-thinking the simple concept of the placement of coffee mugs on a table.

Handles. Heat. Touching. Hinting. 

Subtlety is key. 

Subtlety is unattainable.

Ianto rolled his eyes and groaned. He was being ridiculous. Just because the handles are touching does not mean he'll take it as an invitation for a shag. A furious blush settled into his cheeks at the thought of it, and his hands slipped, shaking the fragile little world inside the coffee cup, its contents cascading over the sides and onto his hands. Cursing lightly, Ianto licked the coffee from his blistering fingers and grabbed a tea towel to mop up the mess.

He couldn't help it. He'd never been in this situation before. Realistically, there had never been need nor opportunity for it, as they were constantly surrounded by their colleagues. Today, of course, had been different. Gwen had invited everyone out to a new Italian restaurant that had opened up the week before. Jack had declined, mumbling something about wanting to research the migration habits of Weevils. Tosh had contemplated staying as well, until Owen had decided to attend.

Ianto simply hadn't been invited. No one ever invited the Tea Boy.

As the minutes ticked on, it became obvious that by the time Jack found his way to the kitchen, his coffee would be cold and bitter. Ianto sighed, threw the tea towel into the hamper, and carefully lifted the mugs, trying his hardest to keep his hands from shaking. One man really shouldn't be worth this much trouble. Then again, one man shouldn't have the luxury of intelligence, immortality and enthralling mystery all in one handsome container. 

Ianto slowly took the stairs to Captain Jack's office, over-analyzing the pace of his steps, and wondering idly how someone attempting to maintain complete nonchalance and composure should sound when walking up the stairs for an unwarranted coffee delivery. Distracted, he missed a step, but the splash of searing hot coffee did not miss his trouser leg.

Ianto bit his lip, fighting back the urge to let slip a fresh string of curses, but he held his tongue. Composure. Must keep composure. He forced his lips into a smile and stumbled across the threshold. Jack did not immediately look up when Ianto came in, stood in front of his desk, and placed the mug of coffee a few inches from his right hand, and so Ianto simply stood there, bouncing idly on the balls of his feet, and clutching his little red cup of confectioned coffee in his hands. 

After a few moments of disgruntled silence, he cleared his throat. He hadn't meant to do it to attract attention, and he was about to say so, to mumble something stupid, when Jack looked up at him. The Captain's sharp, brilliant blue eyes pierced his, and the words fell from his mind with all the force of a shattered coffee mug.

"Ianto, Hi. Sorry, I'm a bit immersed in this," Jack said with a hint of frustration. Ianto said nothing in return, the connection between his lips and his brain perfectly severed. Jack tilted his head to the side in concern, scrutinizing Ianto's face.

"You okay?" he asked. 

Ianto blinked quite a few times and then shook his head.

"Um. Hello," he said, feeling like an outdated browser.

"Sorry, sir. I've just come to bring you coffee," he finally caught up, offering his own mug to Jack. The Captain's eyes roved between the black cup on his desk and the little red cup cradled in Ianto's outstretched hands. He chuckled softly, took a sip from his mug and closed his eyes, delighting in its taste. This was the reason that they had placed Ianto in charge of their coffees and teas: he made everything taste like perfection.

"Thank you," Jack said, placing the cup back down on the table and resuming his research. After a few moments of embarrassed silence, Ianto turned to leave, his stomach sinking in anti-climactic defeat as he trudged toward the door. It was stupid of him to think that he might win Jack's affections with one sad little cup of coffee on their first hour alone, but the moment Ianto heard Jack say his name, he had turned on his heel and rushed back through the door. Ianto looked up at him eagerly, forgetting the importance of not wanting to look too keen, when Jack simply said, "You know, you don't need to call me 'sir'."

Ianto nodded and mumbled an apology, but Jack interrupted him.

"In fact," he said. "I don't like it. It makes me uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, sir," Ianto began, shaking his head and then murmuring a simple, "Sorry."

Jack pursed his lips, but chose to say nothing.

"I should go, I suppose," Ianto decided, tilting his head toward the door.

"Could you stay, actually? I could use your help with something," Jack said.

Ianto's heart leapt at the way Jack's eyes roamed over him, his irises dilating as he took in the fine fabric of Ianto's pinstriped suit. Without warrant, as it always did, the Captain's devilish voice slipped into his mind: And this is Ianto Jones. Ianto cleans up after us and gets us everywhere on time. And he looks good in a suit. Over the past few months, Ianto had spent far more than what was entirely necessary on expensive suits and ties. Today, he wore a soft red silken number, tucked into a black jacket and a button-down shirt. 

Jack wore his usual: a blue button-down with ruffled sleeves rolled up to his elbows, unreasonably flattering trousers, and brown leather boots. His fantastic overcoat had been slung over his chair in a careless manner. Jack motioned for Ianto to come closer, and he moved carefully, inching his way across the room until he stood a good ten centimeters behind Jack's swivel chair. He placed his little red mug on the table next to Jack's, careful not to let the handles touch.

"Now, get a good look at this. I've measured the stream of rift activity, closely following the increase in Weevil sightings," he began, tracing the patterns on the screen with his fingertips, occasionally placing them to his lips as he searched for the right words, driving forth his convoluted explanation, so that Ianto could understand the obvious brilliance of what he'd just uncovered. It was a pity that Ianto had stopped listening two seconds in. His eyes were set on Jack's soft, pink lips as they moved in rhythm, the way his hands swept across his dimpled chin in contemplation.

"And so I get the feeling that— Ianto, are you listening?" Jack asked suddenly, swiveling around to face him, his knees brushing against Ianto's. Ianto cleared his throat, plunging his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and nodded quickly. Jack's expression was torn between irritation and amusement as he pressed his tongue against his front teeth and studied Ianto's awkward demeanor. 

"Have the others come back yet?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Not to my knowledge," Ianto said slowly.

Jack's lips twisted into a brilliant smile and he clutched the arms of his chair, propelling himself upward, until he stood mere centimeters from Ianto's face. Ianto instinctively moved a few paces backward, but Jack caught him by the wrists and pulled Ianto into his chest. He could feel the Captain's breath against his lips, could almost taste him.

"Why didn't they invite you along?" he asked, his voice calm and concerned.

"I…I don't know. They don't see me as one of them, I suppose. After all, I'm just the tea boy." 

Ianto forced a smile, carefully avoiding Jack's scrutinizing stare.

"It doesn't matter," he added, confused by the pained expression on Jack's face.

"Yes, it does. Of course it matters," Jack said, moving closer until he was pressed right up against Ianto's chest.

"Because you, Ianto Jones," Jack breathed, letting the words spill from his lips as though they were a delicacy. "Are one of the most wonderful, important men I've ever met."

Ianto tried to speak, his lips parted in preparation for a response that danced around denial and modesty, when Jack's mouth interrupted him, curious and urgent. He wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist, drawing him closer, grasping the fabric of his jacket, as Ianto wove his fingers through Jack's disheveled brown hair. After a few moments, Jack broke the connection with one last delicate, lingering kiss, chucking softly as he pulled away. A wicked grin spread across his face at the sight of the shock he'd just given Ianto, whose lips still clung to their last pout. 

It was over much too soon, leaving Ianto with the distinct feeling that he'd just been given a pity kiss. Ianto hesitated for a fraction of a second before thrusting Jack against the wall of his office and grinding his hips into Jack's. If this was all he was ever going to get, he might as well make it count. The Captain responded with equal fervor, grasping a fistful of Ianto's tie and pulling him closer, crushing his lips to Ianto's. 

Two little red and black cups of coffee crashed to the floor as Jack shoved Ianto onto his desk, gripping the edges and trapping Ianto between his torso and the grooved mahogany. Jack moved impatiently, loosening Ianto's tie and nearly ripping the little black buttons clean off of his shirt as he threw it mercilessly to the floor. It was all a bit dizzying, and it was happening much too quickly for Ianto's liking. He needed to make this stolen moment between them last as long as he possibly could.

Ianto caught Jack's hands in his and pushed him back gently, smiling softly and brushing his fingers across Jack's jawline. He traced the light pattern of freckles across the bridge of Jack's nose with his lips, placing soft, little kisses along his forehead and cheekbones. Ianto closed his eyes, lingering in the comfort of Jack's embrace, delighting in the way Jack laughed against his lips. The Captain moved for the hemline of Ianto's trousers, teasing the sensitive skin across his hips, but Ianto grimaced and pulled away.

"Jack, I need to— please," Ianto begged, breathless and confused. 

"I'm sorry. Do you want— should I stop?" Jack asked, disappointment lacing every word as he began backing away from Ianto, hoping he hadn't pushed him too far.

"No, please don't…I just…this might be it, and I…I want to make this last…in case you only wanted me just this once."

Jack sighed in relief, shaking his head slowly as a smile spread across his lips.

"Ianto," he whispered, cupping his face gently and pulling him into a delicate kiss. "It'd break my heart if this only happened once."

Ianto's lips broke into a ridiculous grin as he gripped Jack by the collar of his button-down and pulled him into an impassioned embrace. Jack moved against him slowly, deepening the kiss, his arms winding around Ianto's shoulders to keep him steady. After a few moments, Ianto broke away, leaving Jack flustered and confused. A devilish smirk crossed Ianto's face, and Jack pouted as Ianto teased him in a truly deplorable manner, releasing the Captain from his trousers and ruffled blue shirt one little white button at a time. 

Jack growled into Ianto's chest as he moved against him, leaving a trail of kisses from Ianto's forehead to the base of his throat, before nuzzling into his neck and grazing his teeth across Ianto's skin. Jack was rewarded with a spectacular moan as Ianto gripped Jack's shoulders, thrusting him downward. But Jack refused, remaining suspended above him, his eyes penetrating Ianto's with a feral need, their chests colliding against one another's with every new breath. 

Ianto waited impatiently for the return of Jack's lips against his, his eyes hungrily taking in the gorgeous curves of his torso as Jack lingered above him, when a cacophony of excited voices from the level below ripped them from their magnificent little world. Footsteps echoed across the corridors, coming ever closer, as the two men reluctantly pulled away from one another, searching the floor for forgotten bits of clothing, and carelessly shrugging their shirts over their shoulders. 

By the time that Gwen, Owen and Toshiko reached the threshold of Jack's office, Ianto was flustered and only half-dressed, his red silk tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his lazily unbuttoned trousers dangling around his waist. Jack, meanwhile, stood there with his hands on his hips, proudly brandishing his naked chest at his colleagues.

"Well, hello, boys," Gwen chimed from the doorway, more amused than shocked.

"Just came up to bring you back our leftovers. Thought you could use a bit of a break. After all, you've both been working so hard," Owen smirked, emphasizing the last word in particular, and nudged Tosh in the ribcage. Tosh frowned and raised her eyebrows, completely at a loss for a proper reaction.

"Weevils!" Ianto suddenly shouted, breathless and shaky, his voice cracking an octave higher than necessary. The three of them just stared at him in blank amusement.

"Mating…no, sorry, migration habits…of…of…" Jack began, surveying his co-workers as they stood there in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, waiting for a proper explanation as to why two shattered coffee mugs lined the hardwood floor. Jack rolled his eyes and picked up his coffee-soaked shirt, frowning and wringing it out.

"Look, I needed Ianto for a special project," he said, swinging his button-down over his left shoulder.

"Obviously," Gwen murmured. "Well, come on then, let's leave the boys to their business," she added, slinging her arms around Owen's and Tosh's shoulders and leading them from the room, the three of them giggling uncontrollably as they shut the door behind them. Ianto sighed in relief as he buttoned up his trousers, tucking his coffee-stained shirt back into the hemline. He glanced toward the door every so often, watching Jack carefully as he picked up the shattered remnants of the coffee mugs and placed them back on his desk. Ianto took the pieces and motioned to leave as well, but Jack pulled him back, catching him in a kiss that made it perfectly clear that Jack had no intention of ever letting Ianto go.

"So," he prompted. "Are you busy tonight?"

Ianto shook his head, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he replied, "You need my expertise of Weevil mating patterns to finish our conversation?"

"Of course," Jack said with a devilish smirk.

"And maybe," he added, adjusting Ianto's tie and smoothing the creases he'd made in the soft, silken fabric. "You'd like to spend our lunch hour together from now on? Every day, around the same time? I'm thinking about installing a lock on my office door."

Ianto chuckled softly as Jack pressed an affectionate kiss to his lips.

"But seriously," he whispered. "You really are wonderful. Please don't ever forget that."

Ianto smiled brilliantly, and turned to leave before the blush set in, knowing perfectly well that productivity would be impossible now that Jack would occupy his every thought until the moment they met again.

[periwinklefox13]

So, the results are in. I am starting to make paternoster gang x Torchwood

I just have a question, should I include Tosh, Owen, and Ianto? And if we really wanted to make it crazier... Should I include Donna as well?? Or should it be just Gwen, Jack, Jenny, Strax and Vastra?

Any suggestions and plot ideas are welcomed and appreciated!!

[jakowskis]

Day 13 - Favorite ship(s)? Any Torchwood OTPs? Go ahead, gush about them!

dude i multiship so hard in this fandom i dont think there’s a single combination i havent thought of + found a way to enjoy, and that extends to trios. AND i like tw poly. i am mashing them together like barbie dolls. i am having sm fun here in my room

even the ones i don’t exactly “like” still make me Feel Things (more on that later), and even the ones i tend to prefer as friends (more on that later, too), i can still see it if i want to yknow. that’s what’s fun about the slutty bisexy show! woo! they all compel me. 

nonetheless, here are the pairings i like the most, ranked by how often i think of them + how insane they make me. im not gonna gush a ton, actually, bc i get annoyed w how much i talk, so ill keep every explanation under 15 words

owen x ianto: I Want Them Covered in Blood Together (Gnashing My Teeth) (by fall out boy)

owen x andy: golden retriever boyfriend for owen bc sometimes it’s nice to not be angsty (gooseberry who?)

owen x jack: i dont know how they make me feel but they make me feel Something :/

ianto x tosh: THEY’D BE SO CUTE they’d be precious that’s all

tosh x andy: see above. tosh deserves a sweet bf (there are no girls to ship her with 😔)

owen x suzie: they’re mirrors, they’re the same… they intrigue me. also Hawt xD (im bi)

owen x gwen: better as besties imho but im still a bi moron who’s not immune

jack x ianto: overrated imho BUT i do still like them. sigh. dead line speech wahhh

gwen x rhys: i love their relationship troubles n the way it grounds the show. theyre cute

jack x the doctor: sending jack off to harass the doctor so the team can Rest (+ Im Compelled)

jack x gwen: they compel me a little. a teeny bit. not too much but a little

(can u tell i like owen ships. he just has such fascinating relationships w everyone)

ok i lied ill say a couple things. firstly my otp being owento… i’ve talked a bit about it but in brief it started out because i can't resist having at least one enemies/rivals to lovers ship per fandom and ep12 blew my mind a little - and then something just Clicked and they somehow achieved top ten ships of all time status in my brain?? idk what happened there. i usually go for canon-based ships, so having one that kind of lacks substance in the source media (allegedly; i think they’re fruity in canon. but u know what i mean like theyre not ‘canon’ in a show where there is in fact gay TEXT rather than just the subtextual shit theyre doing yanno) and is largely a beast of my own creation (+ the influence of the wonderful handful of fic writers we’ve had over the years) has been rlly fun. 

im largely preoccupied with those two, but i’ve found jack + his relationship with ianto kind of inherently haunts owen x ianto… if you’ve read my fic you know what i mean by that. i can’t see owento existing on its own, like janto fundamentally co-exists next to it so i have to take it into account, and then jack and owen also have a fascinating relationship so i’ve kind of just ended up spending a lot of time thinking about and figuring out owen x ianto x jack in all combinations, because there’s a lot of fascinating stuff going on there from every end. introducing owen to the equation also kind of… ig redeems janto for me, bc i found them offensively underwhelming in s1 and s2. they should be dark and fucked up, and they’re not. owen kind of… brings smth dark and fucked up to the table, and a lot of why i like shipping him with ianto is bc they bring shit out of each other - and owen, for his part, is capable of bringing out ianto’s repressed rage and forcing him to deal with things he’d rather try to compartmentalize and ignore… i find that super compelling, and i also find it useful for breaking down my issues with how jack & ianto’s relationship is initially presented. like, he’s a handy narrative tool for that hfsdjkf. point is, whether i like it or not, jack and his relationships with my girlies (owen n ianto are the girlies <3) is kind of also an intrinsic part of what most of my fixation-oriented brain power goes into thinking about. i’ve been developing this huge fic ‘verse fdhfjk.... Im Very Tired

sometimes i like fun, though, which is what’s behind a lot of those other ships. i’m generally into very dark + angsty + psychological themes, but sometimes fluff and domesticity and occasional silliness is nice, and that’s what’s behind owandy (i have an au where they meet before owen dies) and iantosh (+ gwen x rhys) as my sort of… alternative endgame. my comfort ‘au’. not an au, exactly, but an alternative fluffier world to the darker owento-based one i’ve crafted and spend most of my time thinking about fdshkfj. i also like sending jack off to go bother the doctor, in this ‘au’, because unfortunately i don’t think he’s conductive to the team’s happiness. i think he needs to find his own way to heal and that should probs include the doctor, considering how obsessed jack is with them + how much he needs to unpack All That Shit he has going on before he can be any sort of truly positive force in the lives of the tw team. so for now he’s banned from the polycule for jack crimes. listen, i love that torchwood’s inherently sad and dark and lonely, it’s what compels me, and i’m ultimately glad that’s the core of the show - but it doesn’t have to be. sometimes i enjoy a nicer alternative. i think they could fix it. and that’s what fandom + fanfic is for. 

i also have several ot3s i enjoy, mostly owen ones. i think he deserves a bf + a gf, i think it’d fix him. put that bitch in a bisexual sandwich and maybe he'd behave. in particular, i love owen x tosh x ianto, it’s the only place i ship owen/tosh bc i think ianto would keep owen in check and they’d all better each other. i love owen x tosh x andy for similar reasons. can you tell the four characters im biased towards fhdskj. (i love gwen just as much but she’s kind of doing her own thing with just rhys and jack imo fdkfjsd. perhaps torchwood is composed of two polycules and jack is the link between both of them)

[toshsato]

~ hits different

Gwen Cooper/Toshiko Sato

[apinchofm]

Okay, finished Torchwood and I love it! It broke my heart, yes, but also I feel like its what happens when you have humans very much involved in protecting Earth.

Also found out people don't like Gwen? I love her, she's a look at how the Torchwood staff are before they join Torchwood. Also, she and Rhys are cute.

Justice for my Tosh x Owen dreams because they deserved so much better and they deserved that date!