Can&#x27;t I say hello to anyone?

this blog has been rebooted here <3 same url same idiot leading the dance.

#( this is so great though )#( since i rebooted i can keep this here without being random )

this blog has been rebooted here <3 same url same idiot leading the dance.

kascaban

ill take “problematic ship” shippers and weird kinksters over people who tell actual people to die over fictional couples and kinks any day thank you.

#ahahaha oh lord yes

tothestartrek

Star Trek // MirrorVerse

this blog has been rebooted here <3 same url same idiot leading the dance.

#ooc

Thinking of coming back omg.

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ϟ thedoctorsaysimwrong (Jedikiah takes too much place and all my muses are getting fed up with him xD)

Send me a ϟ and I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours.

26.

"No one’s going to take you seriously."

Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack and sat on the edge of his desk as he sipped his coffee, watching the immortal with an amused expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow at the other man’s growl and chuckled as he saw the pout. “Captain Jack Harkness admitting that he needs help?” Ianto teased, standing up and walking over to Jack. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

#[He so can get the dress off by himself]#[He's so opportunistic]#[He just wants Ianto to undress him]#needmetodoanyattackingsir

The grin his face was showing off couldn't be more explicit. He opened his arms to give Ianto free access to the damn dress, almost leaning in the man's personal space. "And you're the man of the situation, aren't you?" He answered with a deep chuckle that once again hid too many unholy thought. "The others will be there soon, so maybe you should get to work."

ϟ thedoctorsaysimwrong (Jedikiah takes too much place and all my muses are getting fed up with him xD)

Send me a ϟ and I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours.

26.

"No one’s going to take you seriously."

Ianto glanced up at Jack’s office as he moved over to the cofee machine and let out a short laugh as he saw him struggling with the dress. “No it wouldn’t.” He called back, grinning. “Though by the looks of things it might take you that long by yourself.” He quickly made the coffee before carrying it up to Jack’s office, setting both mugs on the desk before turning to the immortal. “Need some help, sir?”

#needmetodoanyattackingsir

He grinned, showing his back to the door, his smile hidden from Ianto. Sometimes he liked when things got the way he wanted them to be. He would be able to shrug that dress off, but where was the fun in that. He growled, seemingly frustrated with his clothing, then gave up. "I might, yeah." He admitted while turning around, a pout on his face. "My arms are too big." He chuckled softly.

Jack is a muse who takes a lot of energy to play so I will be back in sometimes just so I can recharge my hero batteries.

I have Toshiko, Stephen and soon Ianto to answer.

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ϟ thedoctorsaysimwrong (Jedikiah takes too much place and all my muses are getting fed up with him xD)

Send me a ϟ and I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours.

26.

"No one’s going to take you seriously."

Ianto just shrugged and shot Jack a half grin, he not have thought himself to be a “man lover kind of guy” as Jack put it, what people did in their spare time was none of his business and he didn’t really care.

"Coffee sir?" He called after Jack, his grin widening despite himself at Jack’s words. "The other’s will be in soon."

#needmetodoanyattackingsir

"And? Would it take you an hour to get me off this dress?" He mockingly asked from his office, not even closing the door behind him as he started to get rid of this thing. The problem with jokes were that taking those things off were not that easy, even for him. He had done lots of crazy things in his life and that dress wasn't the first, but he still wasn't used to it. "I won't say no to coffee though."

Ianto didn’t turn round as he heard the door of the restaurant open, he was too caught up in his thoughts, memories of a happier time, memories of the team, yes, but mainly of Jack. Suddenly he was pulled from his thoughts as he saw the undoubtable swish of an army trench coat disappear into the crown.

He took a step forward, his eyes desperately scanning over the crowd as his heart started to pump in his ears. A mixture of sadness and disappointment was beginning to settle in his stomach as he failed to catch another sighting of the man in the army trench coat. However it was gone in a second as he saw the unmistakable back of Captain Jack Harkness and even though it was only for a second it was enough. Ianto pushed his way through the crowd as fast as he could but he didn’t seem to be able to get close enough.

"Jack!" He shouted as he pushed past two more people and ignoring the complaints. "JACK!"

#The fact you know me that much may be worrying #needmetodoanyattackingsir

Jack stopped in his tract when someone called for him. The worst about it being it sounded like Ianto's voice and if the drop in his stomach was anytime, it felt like it as well. He closed his eyes for a moment, knowing it was probably one of his acquaintances that had recognized him, but his brain had simply switch their voice for a voice he wanted to hear.

So he turned around with some sort of fake smile, making his coat shift behind him gracefully. Once Captain Jack Harkness, always Captain Jack Harkness.

But he lost the smile quickly enough.

A Weevil kicking him in the chest wouldn't have had that much of a breathtaking effect that the sight of Ianto procured to his entire being. In short: well that hurt.

He blinked, not chasing the vision away.

Was this need to run away real? He also wanted to punch whatever alien was right now taking the appearance of his former partner, but something told him to wait and see.

"Who are you?"

He asked sharply when the other was near enough.

-pets hair- thedoctorsaysimwrong

Play with my muse’s hair and see how they respond

Ianto tipped his head back to look at Jack as he felt the immortal’s fingers in his hair, a soft smile pulling at the corners of mouth. “Are you okay Jack?”

"Hmm unfortunately not," Ianto joked softly back. "I do know you though." His fingers stroked lightly over Jack’s jaw as he spoke before curling round the back of his neck, his thumb stroking the base of the immortal’s skull in what he hoped would be a soothing manner. "Mind reading would be quite useful though." He mused lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

#needmetodoanyattackingsir #[Jack won't help our angst problem]

He closed his eyes, relishing every touch he could get from him, but snapping them open right away. Ianto was still there, soothing, calm. He put a chaste kiss on his lips without reasons, trying to scold himself into a more logical way of thoughts, but he had been witness of so many things that his fear for this to be in his mind was almost realistic. "Actually I prefer you can't." He scoffed as if offended by the simple fact someone could read his mind, when the true reason of it was because is mind was not a place anyone would like to be in. "Hmm, by the way don't stop that." Apparently, Ianto's fingers at the end of his skull were delightful.

"What incarnation have you met of him? Because the one that had me was slightly childish… Is… Was… You know how time works. For him at least."

"Most of his latters. He IS childish Stephen. What he is not is stupid."

"Damn, that man is the most childish I never met in my life, but also the smartest. I knew him way before you were born dear. But I must admit I lost contact."

#timesinergist

Ianto knew that the only reason he was still in Cardiff was because of Rhiannon. After the incident with the 456 and then Miracle Day not a year later she was still wary of letting David and Mica out of the house which, he assumed, was fair enough so he stayed local to help. Well that and the small amount of hope that still existed in the back of his mind that Jack would return.

Of course there was no Torchwood Three anymore. When he awoke from the coma he had been in, since being poisoned by the 456, Miracle Day was already happening and the aliens that possessed and wanted the children of earth was old news. He found out that Gwen was living in the middle of nowhere with Rhys and their daughter, found out what happened to Steven, so realistically there was no reason that the immortal would return at all.

He walked down one of the main streets of Cardiff and stopped for a moment outside a restaurant that held nothing but happy memories. He wasn’t hungry, that wasn’t why he was there, but from where he stood he could see where the hub used to be, well the outside of the hub and the tourist office entrance anyway. It was all slowly being rebuilt, minus the secret base that used to reside underneath it. A lump formed in his throat as he remembered the team before everything went to shit. He didn’t really have a life anymore or at least it wasn’t as interesting, he couldn’t just walk away from Torchwood, he couldn’t just forget everything he had seen.

#[He's in denial and I'm so sorry for the shortness]#needmetodoanyattackingsir

Apparently, the man looking a lot like his Ianto didn't want to get out of his way. Which to be honest was starting to weight him, because he couldn't stop looking at his back, couldn't stop imagining the coffee boy's smile. Some years had passed since Ianto's death, but it was still as hard. He hadn't grieved him yet and he had sworn to himself that he never would. He wanted to remember him as fresh as if it was yesterday. He needed him. Badly.

He finished off his meal, payed the bill and went out, trying to avoid brushing the stranger with his own body and trying to get far away from there as quick as possible.

"Last time I checked he tried to open a wasapp message with the sonic screwdriver…"

"You do know that he likes to make people think he is dumb right? Also he's got a cellphone in the Tardis since the time I know him. A wonderful way to get to him, when he answers." And that wasn't always unfortunately for most of his companions.

#timesinergist

"Too late. Sent. Now hoping for mom to be there to tell him how to read a message. 1200 years, one would expect him to know better. … But you have god knows how many and keep being a child so… what to expect of a Time Lord.”

"Trust me kid, your dad can read a text message."

"Oh you can expect a great variety of things from a Time Lord, none of which would be of any interest to you now that I think about it."

#timesinergist

"Don’t move, I’m sending this to dad."