#geniuschildtosh

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Tosh bit back a hiss of pain as Jack patched up her side. It was superficial at best; the bullet had only just grazed her skin. Didn’t make it any less painful, though she tried her best to hide it. She knew he was being as gentle as possible as he cleaned the wound and bandaged it. He always was. "Jack, it’s really not that bad… Look after someone else first," she told him with as much force as she could muster. "It’s barely more than—" an involuntary, incriminating gasp, "—a scratch," she finished, her voice somewhat quieter than it had been.

"Owen's got the others." He said almost more sharply than he meant to as he finished patching the wound up, leaning back to have a good look at her and check for other injuries. "You're the farthest from the group so in my care." Across the building he could see Owen working away at Gwen and Ianto trying his best to look tough. With care he took a needle from a pack he'd pulled out of the truck before rushing over, handing it to her carefully. 

"Some strong pain killers and a bit of rest and you'll be right a rain." He offered her his best smile as he sat back, his own injuries healing slowly under his clothing. At least he never required medical attention.

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                                                           [ geniuschildtosh ]

"What've you got for us then, Tosh? What's this?" 

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geniuschildtosh replied to your post: anonymous asked:What if Jack foun...

//… *quietly overrun by feels*

I ALMOST CRIED WHILE WRITING THAT.

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Mistletoe

ask-xi asked:

"Mistletoe!"

geniuschildtosh answered:

It was Christmas Eve, Tosh was in a pub alone, and though she’d never say, she had perhaps had one drink too many. An overwhelming compulsion came upon her as they only ever did when she was tipsy. There was a man beside her, who her slightly intoxicated mind found attractive. Attractive enough, it seemed, to plant a searing kiss on his lips before she was fully aware of what was happening. Her sober self was going to regret this wholeheartedly.

One of the Time Lord's occasional guilty pleasures around Christmas-time was to experience a human sort of revelry, whether it be a market, a party, a concert, or even something as simple as sneaking into a Cardiff pub. Clad in a Santa hat and one of his finer waistcoats, XI swigged down sherry and sang along with those who braved the festive karaoke.

As the evening progressed he found himself chatting in an inebriated manner with a lovely young woman about conceptual physics - though he tried to dumb down his own knowledge so as not to let on that he was something other than human. The next thing he knew she had kissed him, and he was probably the last Gallifreyan to complain.

"That's one way to win a debate," he chuckled.

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It had been another tough day for the Torchwood Three team.  One case after the other, only to have both cases, at the end of the day, have several things to do with one another.  Tired and sagging, the lot of them had made their way back to the Hub with bags under their eyes and uncomfortable feelings in their stomachs.  Obviously as soon as they got back Jack sent them on their merry way.  Owen and Gwen obeyed without question, both having dates with their beds, while Ianto and Tosh stayed behind to tie up some loose ends.

Well, that was what Tosh was doing anyway.  Ianto.. was... supposedly stalling.  The time was 1:30 in the morning and there he stood at the coffee machine, wiping the same spot over and over again.  When the stress of the day got to him he tended to take things a little overboard.  And by little, well... you can pretty much guess what was meant by 'little'.  No little thing involved cleaning the same spot for an hour straight.

When he was well on his way to an hour and a half Ianto gave the tiniest yawn that was, hopefully, covered by the sleeve of his suit.  He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them.

"Would you look at that stain?" he said, mostly to himself.  The stain was the coffee machine itself.  Sleep deprived Ianto was not a good thing.

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"That looks good on you!"

3. an oversized t-shirt

"I don’t understand what you human’s like about this. I might as well be shirtless."