Have I mentioned how little work I've gotten done on my thesis over the past month? Terrible. The future is doomed. Honest to goodness, I'm working on it today.
Title: Five Times Jack Saved Ianto's Arse...And One Time He Didn't
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 5,871
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Many, many different versions of "saving Ianto's ass".
Warnings: Sudden attacks of fluff and angst, slight Irish-bashing (my grandpa's Irish, I'm allowed!)
A/N: So obviously I love writing this style, b/c it's so much fun ^.^ Next few fics won't be this way, but I hope this one turned out nice. Also, in #3: Ianto's reaction to the guy grabbing his wrist: that totally happened to me in a bar recently. Guy kept touching my arm, pissed me off. I kept sliding my eyes to glare at his hands, but he didn't get it. I think his friend did, b/c he started trying to deflect, but seriously. Ass.
Hurm? I'm single why?
Oh, and the credit for the idea of #2 goes to
shojokakumeii00 . Thanks ^.^
C&C are welcome ^.^
( Ianto looked mock-aghast. “Me? I’m the one that is going to pay? You had me waiting at the bar for forty-five minutes, vulnerable to horny Irishmen.” )
Title: Five Times Jack Saved Ianto's Arse...And One Time He Didn't
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 5,871
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Many, many different versions of "saving Ianto's ass".
Warnings: Sudden attacks of fluff and angst, slight Irish-bashing (my grandpa's Irish, I'm allowed!)
A/N: So obviously I love writing this style, b/c it's so much fun ^.^ Next few fics won't be this way, but I hope this one turned out nice. Also, in #3: Ianto's reaction to the guy grabbing his wrist: that totally happened to me in a bar recently. Guy kept touching my arm, pissed me off. I kept sliding my eyes to glare at his hands, but he didn't get it. I think his friend did, b/c he started trying to deflect, but seriously. Ass.
Hurm? I'm single why?
Oh, and the credit for the idea of #2 goes to
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C&C are welcome ^.^
( Ianto looked mock-aghast. “Me? I’m the one that is going to pay? You had me waiting at the bar for forty-five minutes, vulnerable to horny Irishmen.” )