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Hello Molly | Molly & Jack

Jack only kept smiling. “Hey, it’s no problem. I understand the need to yell at inanimate objects from time to time. At least they don’t talk back, huh?”

Once she was down safely with both feet on the ground, he let her go and held out his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness. It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss..?”

Molly smiled awkwardly. She didn’t fancy telling him that her frustration was directed at Tom, not her pair of red heels. “Molly Hooper,” she introduced, shaking his hand. “You’re… a tourist?”

#notesfrommolly #//i have a mighty need to rp with your 10!#//also i just wanted to use that one gif bc its perf

He chuckled. “I guess you could say that. But I’m currently residing in Cardiff actually, I’ve got a job in London for the week.” Jack gave her a little look over. She was really cute. “So where are you headed, Miss Molly Hooper?”

Hello, Tiger | Jack & Eliza

Jack watched her going for his coat when she finally decided to stop being stubborn. “What are you doing?” He watched her put it on and take it out with her. “We have blankets you know!”

He was extremely annoyed. That jacket was his from the actual war. It wasn’t like some kind of knock off replica. It had seen battle. Going to his closet in the corner of his office, he brought out a big fluffy blanket and walked it down to the couch.

"Here.. This will cover you better anyway." He took his coat and covered her up with the blanket. Jack draped his coat over his arm and turned to go back to his office. "Sleep well." He said half heartedly, walking away.

Eliza tossed and turned as he replaced the coat for the blanket, murmuring incomprehensibly in dissatisfaction.

”..No… No!”

She protested, shouting after him as he tried to walk away, reaching out aimlessly with one arm.

"I want the coat. I want the coat, I want the coat-"

She groaned, rubbing her eyes and rolling onto her back, bringing her knees up to her chest.

"It smells like you - I want the coat."

#elizabetasmith #//jack is just like #im calling my boyfriend eliza deal with it this is my coat

Jack didn't turn back to her as she protested, knowing she was close to passing out anyway. As he went up the short flight of stairs to his office, he just spoke to thin air, but directed it at her. "You lost the right to this coat a long time ago." It was true. She left him and if she missed his scent it was her problem, not his.

When he got into his office he picked up his phone and practically shouted into it. "Ianto? I need to see you in my office." He hung up quickly. Two old lovers had been in his space today and he needed the comfort of the current one. The one who wasn't insane.

Hello, Tiger | Jack & Eliza

"No."

It was like it was an automatic fucking reaction. Before she could think or do anything, she automatically argued against him. But even she recognised that it was stupid.

She huffed, rolling her eyes and running a hand through her bedraggled hair.

”..Fine.”

She moved past him, walking around the back of his chair and unhooking the RAF great coat from it, draping it around her own shoulders. Well, she could do with something.

She glanced up to meet his gaze, before quickly averting her eyes again and walking back down the stairs and out of his office. She brushed the sofa cushions first, knowing just who had sat there and what they might have been carrying, before curling up as commanded and draping the coat over herself like a blanket.

This may well have been a kick to her overblown pride, but it was better than crashing. Probably.

Jack watched her going for his coat when she finally decided to stop being stubborn. "What are you doing?" He watched her put it on and take it out with her. "We have blankets you know!"

He was extremely annoyed. That jacket was his from the actual war. It wasn't like some kind of knock off replica. It had seen battle. Going to his closet in the corner of his office, he brought out a big fluffy blanket and walked it down to the couch.

Hello, Tiger | Jack & Eliza

Being closer to her when she laughed, Jack smelled his whiskey on her breath as well as vodka. Smells that used to be so attractive were now only bitter reminders.

"You’re drunk.." He sighed then came up behind to catch her arm and steady her as she went on. "No, no driving.. Listen, just.." Another sigh. "Stay here. Rest on the couch until you sober up. If you want, Torchwood can front you money for a hotel room tonight and you can come back in the morning. How about that?"

Jack hadn’t realized just how drunk she was, but now her desk and stripping antics made much more sense. Although, now he felt worse for losing his temper.

Eliza stared down at his hand on her arm, before looking up to meet his gaze and looking fully offended, as any drunkard did when a sober person tried to tell them that they were drunk.

"Do I look like I need your money?" She questioned, shoving herself into his thick torso like a battering ram to try and get him to keep his fucking distance. "You know my bloodline and yet you suppose that I need charity from the likes of you?”

She hissed under her breath, wiping the hair out of her eyes with the back of his sleeve.

"I was this close to having children with you - how utterly repugnant.”

She looked around herself, trying to work out where her shoes had got to. Thing was, there had to be a reason why she’d chosen to get drunk. John certainly hadn’t forced it on her; she was the one who’d given up professionalism, taken down her hair and grabbed the bottle.

The idea of having to face Jack when she’d been so totally and incredibly in love with him was terrifying. She’d welcomed the opportunity to converse with a stranger - to ‘bond’ with a stranger - because it was welcome procrastination from the main business of the day.

In years to come, after a few more regenerations and what felt like a lifetime had passed, she’d criticise herself for this decision. Right now, like I said, the horror was far too fresh and she was still that touch too naive. She was yet to kill someone herself.

Jack let go of her, putting his hands up and backing away with eyebrows raised in annoyance. "I wasn't implying that you're poor, Eliza. I was just offering the convenience."

He sighed and just shrugged at her, having nothing to say toward that. She was the one that broke it off with him, so any problems she had were exactly that; Her problems.

"Listen, whatever you do, just don't drive. You may hate me, but I'd rather not hear about how you drove off a bridge in a drunken stupor. So whether it's the couch, or a five star hotel, go get some rest."

Hello, Tiger | Jack & Eliza

Jack sat up, abandoning his search for his liquor that was obviously long gone by now without any wonder who took it. “At least I know their names. At least they aren’t psychopaths that I just found lying around. At least they aren’t dangerous killers who fuck anything that looks at them once.”

Sighing, he got up and ran a hand through his hair. “Look. I’m sorry, okay. It was uncalled for to call you that, but you’ve got to see where I’m coming from here. I care about you and in some strange way I care about him too. Seeing both of you like that in my hub no less when you’ve only just met..” He shook his head.

"I’m just not feeling very personable right now." He moved around to her side of the desk. "Can we make the meeting for Wednesday? You can return my shirt when you come if you don’t mind." Jack was tired. After their mission and the eyeful that followed, he needed to be alone for a while.

Eliza laughed to herself, looking down and shaking her head.

"Wednesday’s no good for me - I’ve just driven for several hours from London to sodding Cardiff."

She rubbed her eyes, feeling as exhausted as she had earlier, before hormones had taken the lead.

"Look, I just-"

She swayed to one side, tripping over her own foot and grabbing on to the door handle to keep herself from falling in the most unladylike of fashions.

"I’m okay."

Crikey, she felt light-headed. Could she just sleep now? She was pretty sure she wanted to sleep. She had an overwhelming urge to sleep.

"How about I go drive around for a bit-" By which she meant ‘have a nap in my car’, "-and come back to do this when you’re being less of a possessive git?"

Being closer to her when she laughed, Jack smelled his whiskey on her breath as well as vodka. Smells that used to be so attractive were now only bitter reminders.

"You're drunk.." He sighed then came up behind to catch her arm and steady her as she went on. "No, no driving.. Listen, just.." Another sigh. "Stay here. Rest on the couch until you sober up. If you want, Torchwood can front you money for a hotel room tonight and you can come back in the morning. How about that?"

Jack hadn't realized just how drunk she was, but now her desk and stripping antics made much more sense. Although, now he felt worse for losing his temper.

Hello Molly | Molly & Jack

Jack wasn’t usually in London. Actually, he hadn’t been there since the height of the London Blitz. However, today his work took him to the city that had changed so much. He was only strolling down the street, hands in the pockets off his long, military coat, when he heard a girl sounding rather fed up.

He rounded the street corner to see a pretty red head fighting with her shoe. She looked a bit wobbly having one heel and all, so he carefully came up behind and took her arm to steady her. “Oh! Careful there, sweet heart!” He smiled charmingly. “Looks like you’re having a little shoe trouble.”

"Tom, I told you—" The angry retort cut short as her head snapped around to look at the stranger. Rather than dark red-brown curls, she found a tall, smiling American man who definitely wasn’t her now ex-boyfriend. Her embarrassment over her outburst showed fully on her cheeks.

"Thanks," she murmured, taking off the other shoe. "Sorry— ehm, for that. I— I wasn’t talking to my shoe. Uh. Thank you."

#notesfrommolly #//hello! it is i #//john hart mun

Jack only kept smiling. "Hey, it's no problem. I understand the need to yell at inanimate objects from time to time. At least they don't talk back, huh?"

Once she was down safely with both feet on the ground, he let her go and held out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss..?"

Hello, Tiger | Jack & Eliza

Eliza’s heart actually leapt into her throat. It was understandable when more reserved folk judged her promiscuity but seeing as Jack was who he was, hearing him call her a slut was deep-cutting indeed.

Why was it that when men demonstrated a relentless interest, they were predators who liked what they saw, but when a woman did it, she was desperate?

"What?" She asked softly, standing stock still because it was all she could do to stop herself from displaying any kind of weakness, "You thought after you, I’d just stay celibate? It wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve fucked half the team to satisfy your need for a rebound."

Jack sat up, abandoning his search for his liquor that was obviously long gone by now without any wonder who took it. "At least I know their names. At least they aren't psychopaths that I just found lying around. At least they aren't dangerous killers who fuck anything that looks at them once."

Sighing, he got up and ran a hand through his hair. "Look. I'm sorry, okay. It was uncalled for to call you that, but you've got to see where I'm coming from here. I care about you and in some strange way I care about him too. Seeing both of you like that in my hub no less when you've only just met.." He shook his head.

"I'm just not feeling very personable right now." He moved around to her side of the desk. "Can we make the meeting for Wednesday? You can return my shirt when you come if you don't mind." Jack was tired. After their mission and the eyeful that followed, he needed to be alone for a while.

For Once | Janto

morethantheteaboy

Needless to say, it had been a very rough week. While stacks of admin were piling up on his desk, Ianto found himself out on missions more than he was stuck in the office. It was exciting, getting to do more than just file paperwork, but at the end of it all, Ianto needed the break to get through the heaps that had consumed his workspace. The rest of the team had offered to help at least; he knew that Owen’s offer was only partially sincere but honestly, he hadn’t been expecting anything from him anyway. It would get finished in some way and that was all that mattered.

In the meantime, however, it was time for a real break. Jack had accompanied Ianto to his flat — unoccupied for 9 days now, he counted — and they enjoyed food and conversation that didn’t relate to Torchwood or aliens for once. Ianto’s eyes were barely staying open when they had shuffled off to bed; he had been tired enough to just discard his clothes on the floor instead of putting them in the laundry bin. Crawling in between the duvet and the cold sheets was so soothing, but Jack’s warmth was even more so. He barely remembered sliding over to Jack and curling against him because as soon as he was comfortably tangled with the Captain, he fell asleep and wouldn’t have woken up for anything.

Thankfully, he didn’t have nightmares about aliens or monsters or the world ending. Whatever dreams Ianto did have that night, he wouldn’t remember; he was in such a deep sleep that it all seemed like he hadn’t dreamt at all. Warm lips pressed against his forehead and the Welshman stirred, moving to press his face into the crook of Jack’s neck. It took him several minutes to wake up completely and remember where he was and what he was doing.

With a sleepy smile on his lips, Ianto pressed a kiss to Jack’s collarbone then shifted slightly to look at him through bleary eyes. “Morning,” Ianto murmured softly, placing a hand on the side of Jack’s neck and rubbing the pad of his thumb over Jack’s smooth skin. When they were like this, all tangled limbs and whispers and warm bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces, Ianto couldn’t help feeling overwhelmingly happy. He hadn’t done anything to deserve a man like Jack Harkness and yet here he was, in Ianto’s bed, sleeping next to him. It felt like they had been doing this forever.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over Jack’s before kissing him gently then pulling away. Ianto blinked slowly several times, trying to get rid of the sleep blurring his vision. When he finally got a good look at Jack, his heart leaped; it never got old seeing Jack like this, his hard features softened by the soft blue light filtering in through the window. It was as if he was an entirely different person when he was here with Ianto, not worrying about chasing aliens or saving the world. Once again, Ianto pressed his lips against Jack’s and his heart sped up. He lingered there for a long time before moving away so he could prop up on his elbow.

"Did you sleep well?" Ianto asked through a yawn, moving the hand that was on Jack’s neck to pet at his shoulder. He knew Jack didn’t sleep much but he still asked every time they spent the night together.

As Ianto shifted to press into his neck, Jack smiled. He lovingly watched the man in his arms slowly wake up, enjoying every minute sound and movement until he greeted him. "Morning." He hummed in approval as Ianto stroked his neck so tenderly. Shifting slightly, he pulled Ianto's body closer to his, not that they could get much closer. His fingers trailed gently up and down the other man's spine, enjoying the quiet moment.

When he kissed him, he pressed back gently, leaning in once more to peck the corner of his mouth again. Jack loved kissing, it was one of his favorite things and kissing Ianto was no exception. His lips always tasted sweet even in the morning. Maybe it was just all in Jack's head, but the man tasted like heaven. It was just so great to have him in this setting. No office or work bearing down around them, but laying calmly in a bed as dim light shown through the blinds.

"Mhm.. Yes, I did. And when I was finished, I watched you." He chuckled, a deep sound that resonated through his chest that was only made deeper by the gravelly sound of sleep. "Did you? You looked so peaceful, I can't imagine you didn't." Jack leaned in and planted a kiss over his eyelid and on his forehead once more. "You're so beautiful when all that stress is gone." Not that he wasn't always beautiful, but the happiness of being stress free only made him that much more perfect in Jack's eyes.

He wished that Ianto would never be stressed. Sometimes he wished that they had normal jobs and didn't have to worry about life and death every day. However, at the same time, he'd have it no other way. The thrill of adventure and battle.. Well, there was really nothing like it. Either way, no matter what, he'd want to be with Ianto in that moment.

#morethantheteaboy

Hello Molly | Molly & Jack

"Ow!" Molly stumbled clumsily, one hand flying out to steady herself against the wall. She cursed under her breath at the freshly broken heel and was swiftly reminded why she so preferred flats. Could this night possibly get any worse?

Ignoring the concrete, Molly jerked off the offending heel. “I’ve had it with you!” she complained in a voice much louder than she’d intended. “Had it!”

Jack wasn't usually in London. Actually, he hadn't been there since the height of the London Blitz. However, today his work took him to the city that had changed so much. He was only strolling down the street, hands in the pockets off his long, military coat, when he heard a girl sounding rather fed up.

He rounded the street corner to see a pretty red head fighting with her shoe. She looked a bit wobbly having one heel and all, so he carefully came up behind and took her arm to steady her. "Oh! Careful there, sweet heart!" He smiled charmingly. "Looks like you're having a little shoe trouble."

#notesfrommolly

Hello, Tiger | Jack & Eliza

After a rant like that, there wasn’t much of an argument for her to strike with. It wouldn’t have taken her a second’s thought to realise that there must have been something going on if the whole team were absent, and people were normally asked to wait at the door.

She just wasn’t normally ‘people’. She was Eliza, and normally Jack was there waiting for her, with big strong arms and perfect communic—

Her phone. Her phone had been going off. Oh shit, if that had been Jack ringing as well then he’d called ahead and everything.

But she couldn’t back down from an argument, even if his stream of points were valid. They were recently separated, which meant everything was a competition.

"Oh, well would you look at that." Eliza replied, about as coldly as she could muster, her lower volume a stark contrast to his ravings, "Clearly psychotic bastards with a lust for violence are my type."

She couldn’t stop getting the flashbacks. She’d never seen him like that. Jack prided himself on being a reformed man since he met The Doctor - not the conman or the time agent that he once was - but… that temper. The anger - the blood! He had genuinely looked (or perhaps this was just how she remembered it) like one of those crazed scientists from the horror films. He’d looked like a brute and a monster and whether this was the truth of it, Eliza’s third incarnation didn’t have the stomach for that kind of thing. She was still a little optimistic about the universe.

Wait until regeneration number five; now there was a woman who was capable of cold-blood killing.

Jack gave her a disgusted look for even implying that he was a psychopath. He felt and he felt deeply. Just because he had been blinded by rage, did not make him a bad person. Plenty of people got mad. She was lucky that he wasn’t like that all the time. Someone that lived as long as him and managed to stay sane should have been commended, but he just couldn’t convince her. Her loss.

"Or maybe your just sleeping with the first person who pays you a second glance because you’re desperate." Jack was good at picking words that cut sharper than knives could. If it weren’t for her belligerence, he would have felt bad. He knew her well and he knew that she was hurt by what he did, but a man could only apologize so much before he gave up.

"I’d like to reschedule our meeting." He said shortly, opening his desk in search of his whiskey and finding it empty. "For some time when you aren’t being an unreasonable slut, maybe." He hadn’t meant for those words to slip out and he glanced up at her. "Sorry.." He closed his drawer. "Did the two of you all of drink my whiskey?" It could have been John by himself though. He knew how he was.

Hello, Tiger | Jack & Eliza

Eliza laughed incredulously, just about ready to kick his bloody high horse from under him.

"I was left here on my own because you were late for our meeting, so let’s consider that for a moment before we start playing the professionalism card." She replied as she buttoned the shirt up, untucking her slightly distressed hair from the collar.

"As for… whatshisface-" She continued, taking a moment to run what he had just said back through her head.

Hot damn, they hadn’t even told each other what their names were.

Wow.

"-John."

She took a triumphant pause, before turning to pick her skirt up and shimmying into the hot little number.

"I found him here in an unlocked cell. So there’s two examples in one afternoon of how fucking amateur your security is."

She rolled her eyes, pulling a face of superiority, as though she’d have the whole place filled with cement if she had her way.

She chose not to comment immediately on the other thing about his criticism that had struck her. ‘Do you know how dangerous he is?’

She’d considered jealous rage, but she hadn’t considered that part of his anger might have been fuelled by worry.