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[welshpunches-a]

omg so true bestie

[clochanam]

“Cold?” ( @suitwore )

send me "cold?" to wrap a jacket around my muse's shoulders. / ACCEPTING!

" oh! you don't need to... " and yet, the second his jacket is draped around her shoulders, she feels a warmth envelope her that'd be too much of a hardship to willingly part with. the additional bonus of the smell of his aftershave lingering on the fabric doesn't make it any easier, either. burrowing her arms into the sleeves, she smiles, more to herself than anyone else, and then nudges @suitwore lightly with her newly warmed limbs. " thank you. next time... next time i'll bring a jacket. tell me if you're getting cold, right? we're not far from my place, i'll survive a few minutes in the cold! "

[agentharkness]

i'm blind and tortured. ( @suitwore )

@suitwore

The groans were enough to wake the dead, though he'd prefer that didn't happen again, not after the last time. But one of his own was in trouble, and he navigated the sounds of pain swiftly only to find Ianto splayed out on the hub floor, and not looking like his usual hot Welshman self. Jack fell to his knees, hovering over him in an attempt to find out what was wrong. Ianto's eyes were red, closed up tight. In fact, his entire face had turned as such. Definitely not ordinary, those poor baby blues. "What's wrong?!" He'd been gone all of ten minutes. The alarms weren't going off, he couldn't see any sign of a struggle or breach. It was just him.

Ianto's response had his brows raise, the Welsh were always dramatic like that. "Yeah, buddy. Sure looks like yer goin' through it." Eyes darted around the immediate vicinity in search until eventually they landed on a phial a few yards away. He sighed, the tension deflating from his shoulders, and his expression turned sympathetic as he shook his head. "Sweetheart, you ain't blind or tortured. You got maced by the automatic spray Tosh has been workin' on." Jack made a mental note to remind her not to leave the toys in testing around for any unsuspecting fool to pick them up.

"You'll be fine in an hour or two, but let's get you up and washed up." These kids, man. As if he were as light as a feather, Jack wrapped an arm underneath the other and lifted him onto his whimpering feet. "I'm feelin' particularly nice tonight, so I'll even erase the footage for ya. No one will ever know 'bout this." He clapped him on the back, amusement painting his face, before slowly making their way to the bathroom.

[agentharkness]

she’s very intimidating in her stroller, i’m sure. ( @suitwore )

@suitwore

The day had barely reached noon, and already Jack had told no less than five people that, yes, Anwen was his daughter, and Ianto his baby daddy. He very happily revelled in the compliments on what a cute family they made, while telling people that their dear little girl had inherited her father's grumpy facial expressions, much to the said man's annoyance. Did that stop him, though? No. It'd been too long since he'd played house, fake or not, so Ianto was left with no choice but to play along with his shenanigans.

"See, that look on yer face right now. It matches hers!" Jack pointed between the two of them, grinning at Anwen's very Gwen-like look. He'd received that same look many times from her, usually when she was mad at him. As for Ianto, it often seemed to be his default face. "Maybe it's a Welsh thing that ya'll look intimidatin' from birth." Turning his smile on the other, tongue poking behind his teeth, he could scarcely resist the snicker that followed with a small tut. "Don't you listen to yer father, Anwen. You look very intimidatin', even in the stroller."

As if an infant might somehow understand the complexity of adults talking, Jack leaned towards Ianto, so she couldn't hear them. "Yer gonna give her a complex, dear. Don't you want her to grow up into a strong warrior woman? Shame on you." The mischievous twinkle returned to his eyes as he snapped his attention back to Anwen, pushing the stroller along once more. "Come along, dear. It's park time!"

[welshpunches]

tapping a pen aimlessly against the glass desktop , sighing as another hand turned the page of take a break . green orbs scanning each page , until something catches her interest . the rest of the team were in splott or abergavenny , gwen wasn't listening when they left . it was just the two of them , bored shitless in the hub . . . not even a flicker of lights or anything on CCTV and even the comms were quiet .

❛ listen to this one : saucy spook is jealous of my fella . provocative poltergeist protective over woman and hates her new partner .   ❜ she smiles , chuckling away . the funny part of this was . . . it was actually probably true . especially in cardiff . gwen had decided to give wedding planning a break and take a break was the only available option in her desk drawer .

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[agentharkness]

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake? ( @suitwore )

@suitwore

[ txt: strapping welshman ] maybe i don't sleep ever. :) [ txt: strapping welshman ] the real question here is what r u doing awake at 3am, mr jones?? hmm??? [ txt: strapping welshman ] you can come and make me some coffee. [ txt: strapping welshman ] if u really want to js. xoxox

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎄🎅🏼 ❄️ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> HANDS ARE PLACED .. on her hips. as she stood admiring the tree - which stood in the living space of the torchwood hub. ellie had spent the better part of the day decorating , putting the lights up and making the whole area look christmas-y. blue eyes move to focus on ianto , before she picked up the tree topper ( a funky little alien wearing a santa hat. ) ❝ you're in charge of the tree topper this year .. ❞ she started. ❝ because i am not breaking my nose again. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎄🎅🏼 ❄️ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @suitwore ☃️ liked ❝ for a starter. ❞

[dutydid]

❛ have i got something on my face , ianto ? ❜ it was important to get names right , after all it was a very modern organisation . eyes fixed on him , pushing away the god awful tea that had been presented to her . ❛ i need that report on the sycorax ship , whitehall is up my arse again . how's lisa ? ❜ nothing escaped her . every office flirtation , every interaction and romance was seared into her brain .

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