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[thetnth]

i'm having a brain aneurysm right now, okay?

❝ — 𝑴𝑴𝑯𝑴 ... ? ❞ the small, distracted hum was all the doctor really gave in response to that. it was 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒, even. the entire air of the timelord giving the impression that he wasn't in the mood to deal with jack's dramaticism at the moment. he was almost entirely focused on the bundle of wires in his hand. black-framed glasses slipping down his nose slightly, the doctor peered over them, dark brown eyes flickering over the other briefly.

❝ ... you're fine, stop whinging. anyways, if you were, you'd just 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵 . ❞

MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS

@undyingrogue / idk what put him in this mood but ?? i guess they're having a domestic now.

[burnedself]

@undyingrogue

[n1nth]

❝ what was that for ? i thought i was doing you a favour ! ❞

@undyingrogue liked for a starter !

[tr4umaborn]

[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

when jack asked if he wanted to stay late to work on his fighting technique ianto had simply assumed it was a euphemism. but then jack had changed his clothes and ianto realized that they weren't just going to have sex in the back room tonight. . . . i need to change, sir.

the sir is over emphasized as he walks himself back out of the room. in an alcove in the archives he keeps a bag full of workout gear for the times he spends doing exactly what he's doing now. . . only without jack and seemingly punching the punching bag not hard enough.

he changes from the suit, folding each piece neatly and placing it on the empty shelf in the alcove. it's not lost on him that he, ianto jones, list maker extraordinaire, has gotten himself into a. . . situationship with the most chaotic man he knows. on the outside they are opposites, and yet the more time he spends around jack the more he sees that there's more beneath the surface that hasn't been pulled free in a very long time. that's certainly something they have in common.

now dressed in sweats, a tank top, and sneakers, ianto emerges from the archives to walk himself back to the back room.

" don't give me that look, " ok actually he loves the look but his schtick is to play coy here, " you're the one who wanted to actually train. i am nothing if not always prepared. " his lips turn up into a soft smirk and he's fully in the room now. with the clothes changed, the door closed, and only the two of them in the building, there's only one thing left to do.

ianto always thinks he's fit until jack gets him flipped onto the ground within fifteen seconds of a sparring match.

" fucking hell -- " he curses under his breath, laying flat on his back for a moment. he sees jack's hand out for him to grab and he swats it away. " i can get myself up. " his eyes fixate on the ceiling, the pipes crossing back and forth like all of the rooms in the lower floors. eyes move to peer over at jack before he finally pushes himself back up to stand. he assumes a fighting stance again --

and proceeds to keep getting his ass kicked.

the more times jack gets him on his back, the more the anger starts to build in ianto. he knows what all of the others think of him; what they whisper behind his back. he's a fighter, but his mental game is much stronger than his physical. no amount of muscles, built up over the years to prove a point to himself and the world, can push back against jack's level of skill.

" one more time. " this time he's focused. this time he's thinking a little more. ianto is determined to not end up on the floor again. drenched in sweat, ianto dodges a grab and reaches out to grab for jack's arm himself. instead of getting jack on his back, however, jack seems to use the momentum to push their bodies back. before ianto knows it, his body roughly hits the wall, knocking the breath from his chest. jack's got his own arm pressed against his chest, holding ianto in place.

fuck did it just get hotter in here?

he's seen all of the movies. sparring and then suddenly in a moment of pure adrenaline at the end of a match someone kisses the other. he'd always thought it was rather silly. that is until he's put into the exact position he'd always made fun of. oh. ok yeah -- yeah he gets it.

it doesn't matter that he's putting more pressure on his own chest. ianto surges forward to capture jack's lips in a searing kiss.

[immobiliter]

@undyingrogue sent a meme: ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ Martha

       “ You, fix my hair? Take a look at your own, mister. ” Laughing and out of breath as she was, Martha only wished that Jack was in better range for her to reach up and teasingly mess up his hair to match her own wind-swept look. As it was, with their height difference she'd have to jump up to even hope to reach him, and she was too knackered from their sprint across Cardiff town centre for that. “ I haven't run like that since the Doctor. ” She was practically beaming at him though, the adrenaline still pumping hot and fast through her veins. “ I missed it. ”

[ob4yme]

" good morning, sunshine! " crow's feet crinkled with malicious delight as he stood over @undyingrogue, the unfortunate de facto victim of the master's daily frustrations. immortality was a curse when wielded improperly and he would make very sure jack knew it, intimately, in every tendon and bone; brought low by his unerring trust for the doctor and his damnable love for this damnable species. " you've got a choice to make today! aren't you lucky. tell me, jack, have you ever drowned? "

[thetnth]

💋 >:) he's got his lip gloss on.

❝ ... 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲 . ❞ the timelord's voice was 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 soft as he vied for the other's attention. taking a step towards him, hands coming up to cup the immortal's face — one either side, fingers splaying out while thumbs idly stroked over jack's cheekbones — dark brown hues met the other's gaze briefly, before flickering down to his lips as the doctor moved in to stel a kiss.

he leant eagerly into the embrace, one had slipping around to card through the short hair at the back of the other's neck — it was far from a gentle, 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒, meeting of lips, and yet not quite a desperate, lust-filled frenzy. something 𝑖𝑛-𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬, 𝒀𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹.

SMOOCHES FROM THE DOCTOR

@undyingrogue / no context. we die like men.

[espercr]

𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 ( accepting ! )

@undyingrogue said : ❛ pretty AND smart . we’re gonna get along just fine . ❜

❝ flattery won't get you everywhere , captain , ❞ she warns , slipping a dash of skepticism into her tone in regards to his purported title . coming 'round to collect the empty cup & saucer , there's mischief in her smile . maybe it's because it's a slow night for the bakery & she's bored , or maybe it's because she's been long starved for an engaging conversation , or maybe - just maybe - it's just because he's cute , that hope finds herself continuing on , ❝ -- but it will get you another coffee , if you'd like . same thing ? ❞ it's up to him to accept the offer or not , but at the very least hope can say she gave it a go stepping outside her comfort zone . . . even by just a smidge .

[protectxthem]

@undyingrogue

John shifts a bit from his spot on the ground. He makes a face and leans to the side, pulling a rock out from under him. "Stupid rock." He mumbles, throwing the rock over his shoulder. The young Time Agent sits up straight before leaning back on his hands as he looks at the setting sun.

He tilts his head a bit, before turning to look as he hears footsteps approaching him. He reaches for something next to him and turns quickly, now on his knees with a twig in his hands.

He drops the twig and reaches back for his gun that was sitting next to him. His fingers brush over it as his eyes focus on the being who approached him. "Oh! It's you. Was wondering when you were going to join me in watching the stars." He sits back flat on his butt, looking at Jack.

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@undyingrogue said: ❛The skeletons aren’t reanimations, they’re revenants: ghosts inhabiting a physical shell.❜ [13]

        “Ghosts...” the Doctor repeats, frowning. “Now that is a horse of a different color.” A simple reanimation is nothing to sort out—just a shell of someone who once was a person, nothing to lose in destroying them. Revenants are different. More difficult. If there's a soul attached to each of these creatures, they'll have to be a lot more careful with them. “Right. Re-calculating. Can't just destroy them, so what do we do? We separate the souls from the bodies. Free them. Which I'll definitely be able to do after I think about it for approximately—” They pause, counting on their fingers. “Fourteen and a half minutes?” The Doctor flinches as there's a crashing sound from beyond the doors barred with only a broomstick and a hope. “...think we'll last that long?”

[tr4umaborn]

❛ We all, all of us, know pain. It's the great equalizer. ❜ Mr Jones pls

the yellow flower is upside down -- it's not on purpose but it certainly creates a purpose. his world flipped completely around a year ago. none of it was his fault and all of it was his fault and it created such a vacuum inside himself that the desire to pull himself free required the hands of other people. . . except if they reached for him he was sure he'd just pull them right down with him.

and so he'd kept it all in. kept quiet. except the occasional outburst to prove he's still human, even though she was not.

still. . . he'd expected to be alone. no one usually checked up on him when he was making rounds to the morgue. never would he expect that today would be the day that someone would come follow him through the multiple closed doors.

at first all he does is clear his throat, not turning away from lisa's cold coffin to face jack. jack harkness -- if ever there was a person he wanted to blame for everything it was jack. but that wouldn't be fair. especially not when the fault laid in a different person in the room. or one no one at all.

jack hadn't fired him. he hadn't retconned him. hadn't done any of the many things that might be expected in the aftermath of the worst decision ianto had ever made. maybe it's because he realized that without torchwood he'd really just be a coffee boy. . . and he couldn't live as just a coffee boy again.

maybe jack saw that. not that ianto would know; getting into jack harkness' head was the hardest thing he'd ever attempted, so he stopped a long time ago.

it could be the fleeting glances. the fact that even without trying to hide a fucking monster in the basement that ianto still can't help but stare off at jack with some ridiculous desire in his eyes. or the fact that those glances had lead to something more on more than one occasion. if that had something to do with it, then ianto was really screwed.

" you weren't supposed to follow me. " the words are simple, if maybe idiotic. " i don't even know why i'm down here. i have. . . things to file."

[lghtyear]

❛ you’re welcome to stay , if you want . ❜ asked by @undyingrogue .

he knew sentence was coming , and yet he held out hope that it wouldn't be spoken . they'd been getting along too well , laughing together too much . the doctor had almost forgotten why he kept jack at an arms length, but . . .

man couldn't help his distaste for the other , countless reasons seeming to pool in to a rather unfair judgement . part of him knew jack was good , jack was kind , jack couldn't help his fate . and yet the part of him sensitive to time and sense forced him to constantly implement distance .

" i don't think that's a good idea . "

tone is almost sad. almost . not quite . but there's a hint of reluctancy as he speaks , as if willing jack to understand , even if he didn't entirely understand himself .

[ob4yme]

even in shackles, the master was a danger - maybe especially then. he worked well under pressure, under the threat of prolonged captivity especially, pushed to violently creative solutions to escape the indignity if nothing else. [ but then, surely jack knew that. jack knew him very well by now. a year was no time at all to beings of their stock but it was enough to learn the intricacies of someone, particularly when your bond was built upon the repetitious act of one killing the other. ]

his only weapon left was his word, and he talked plenty; forever with me as your jailer, that was the promise, and he would make jack live to regret it. the weather he couldn't see, the food he couldn't eat - the doctor, elsewhere, both of them his unwanted leftovers - " he's got you on babysitting duty, isn't that sweet ... "

that was the one that seemed to strike the chord, or maybe it was the mundanity before it, or something else altogether ... but what mattered in the end was that jack kissed him. it was a harsh thing, a collision, and he couldn't help but laugh, caught off-guard like he so rarely was. he drew the captain's bottom lip between his teeth, searching for blood, recalling its taste. the modern, fifty-first century man ... this would be a treat to pick apart in the wee hours.

* @undyingrogue transmitted: kissing them to shut them up.

[onefivc]

@undyingrogue said ❛ you’re my family too. ❜

IT'S  a  bit  of  a  surprise  to  hear  it  put  into  words,  but  it's  a  sentiment  he  most  agrees  with.  even  though  he's  not  entirely  sure  he  deserves  it  -  the  doctor  hasn't  exactly  had  the  best  track  record  when  it  comes  to  jack.  but  what's  regneration,  if  not  a  chance  to  turn  over  a  new  leaf  ?  (  and  that  doesn't  only  mean  sending  your  bi-generation  predecessor  on  a  much  needed  mental  health  vacay,  it  also  means  apologizing  to  everyone  you've  been  a  right  dick  to  these  last  few  centuries  )  "  that's  ...  that's  good  to  hear,  jack.  really.  "  there's  a  bit  of  a  sad  twist  to  his  smile,  his  eyes  aren't  really  in  it,  but  it  really  is  so  good  to  hear,  even  if  that  can't  quite  calm  his  guilty  conscience.  "  i  want  you  to  know  that  -  i  consider  you  family,  too.  even  ...  even  if  i  -  if  somtimes  i'm  -  "  dancing  around  it,  it's  infuriating,  in  a  way,  how  he  can't  even  properly  put  into  words  how  he's  ...  wronged  him.  brows  pulled  into  a  frown,  he  shakes  his  head  a  little  to  himself.  "  you  know  -  i'm  sorry,  jack.  "  there  it  is.  about  time,  too.  "  genuinely.  "

[anoblewomxn]

i'm going to get you out of there. just hang on.

( meme )

Don't panic, don't panic. Nope, she was panicking. There was no other conceivable way around it. Donna swung her feet a little, trying to ignore the vastness beneath her and instead looked up to him. Bless him, he was doing his best but in her blind panic, she did what Donna did best and lashed out.

"What does it bloody look like I am doing?!"

[protectxthem]

@undyingrogue asked: 🤛 suffer john

Send '🤛' to hit my muse as hard as possible. | Accepting

John grunts and stumbles back after Jack hits him, as hard as he can, in the face. He looks a bit dazed after the punch. He shakes his head a bit before gritting his teeth and spitting blood out onto the ground. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks down at his hand before grinning as he curls both hands into fists.

"Is that how you greet everyone who loves you or just me?"

He uncurls his fists and takes a step toward Jack, still grinning. He licks his split lip and pulls his own fist back before swinging at Jack.