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celebratinguniqueness) wrote2015-01-02 11:18 pm
celebratinguniqueness) wrote2015-01-02 11:18 pm
Entry tags:
- !prompt,
- fic,
- g,
- humor,
- ianto jones,
- jack harkness
Flat Lined
Title: Flat Lined
Author:celebratinguniqueness
Rating: G
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings: Nothing
Summary: Jack's rubbish with pick-up lines
Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood
a/n: Have no idea what I am doing and if I post things like this but I am learning haha! Enjoy my first attempt at anything... its very rubbish and I apologise so much for this! I hope you enjoy it! Just a bit of fun with a prompt from![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dailyprompt
"Your eyes are bluer than the Atlantic ocean, and baby I'm lost at sea!"
"Well I hope someone finds you soon."
Jack frowned. He'd have to try again. Luckily there was no one else around as they'd all gone home thanks to the Rift being somewhat dormant. Slipping back into his office he went back to the drawing board.
Ten minutes later Ianto was blessed with the presence of Jack again. He continued washing up the mugs, sleeves rolled up and with a smile on his face awaiting what rubbish would spill from the other mans mouth.
"Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?"
Ianto sighed.
"No not really. But thanks for the concern anyway."
Jack huffed. One last try!
Ianto chuckled placing the mugs upside down on the draining board and dried off his hands, unrolling his shirt sleeves, doing up the cuff buttons. He made his way to Jack's office where the man in question was pacing, hands crossed over his chest, right hand tapping his chin, eyebrows creased in thought.
He knocked on the door, before slipping inside. He closed the door behind him, leaning back against the wood.
"I think you just stole something." Jack blurted out suddenly. Ianto's eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
"What?!"
Jack smirked, wondering over to the door. His hands were placed either side of Ianto's head. He leaned close to the young Welshman and whispered,
"My heart."
Ianto's composure shattered. He burst into a fit of laughter, causing Jack to jump back. Jack once again frowned, his arms fell limp at his sides, his heart sinking slightly.
"What?"
"That was the worst pick-up line I've ever heard." Ianto gasped out, a grin on his face as he tried to compose himself. Jack smiled. He must of done something right because Ianto was here anyway besides his rubbish pick-up lines.
Author:
celebratinguniqueness Rating: G
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings: Nothing
Summary: Jack's rubbish with pick-up lines
Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood
a/n: Have no idea what I am doing and if I post things like this but I am learning haha! Enjoy my first attempt at anything... its very rubbish and I apologise so much for this! I hope you enjoy it! Just a bit of fun with a prompt from
dailyprompt "Your eyes are bluer than the Atlantic ocean, and baby I'm lost at sea!"
"Well I hope someone finds you soon."
Jack frowned. He'd have to try again. Luckily there was no one else around as they'd all gone home thanks to the Rift being somewhat dormant. Slipping back into his office he went back to the drawing board.
Ten minutes later Ianto was blessed with the presence of Jack again. He continued washing up the mugs, sleeves rolled up and with a smile on his face awaiting what rubbish would spill from the other mans mouth.
"Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?"
Ianto sighed.
"No not really. But thanks for the concern anyway."
Jack huffed. One last try!
Ianto chuckled placing the mugs upside down on the draining board and dried off his hands, unrolling his shirt sleeves, doing up the cuff buttons. He made his way to Jack's office where the man in question was pacing, hands crossed over his chest, right hand tapping his chin, eyebrows creased in thought.
He knocked on the door, before slipping inside. He closed the door behind him, leaning back against the wood.
"I think you just stole something." Jack blurted out suddenly. Ianto's eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
"What?!"
Jack smirked, wondering over to the door. His hands were placed either side of Ianto's head. He leaned close to the young Welshman and whispered,
"My heart."
Ianto's composure shattered. He burst into a fit of laughter, causing Jack to jump back. Jack once again frowned, his arms fell limp at his sides, his heart sinking slightly.
"What?"
"That was the worst pick-up line I've ever heard." Ianto gasped out, a grin on his face as he tried to compose himself. Jack smiled. He must of done something right because Ianto was here anyway besides his rubbish pick-up lines.
"And yet, here you are. I must have done something right."