|In loving memory of our gorgeous coffee boy, Ianto Jones.|
Useless Coffee Boy They told me to go home; that my work was done, that they didn’t need me. They must think I’m stupid. Sticking around when they know they don’t need me. If I was there everything would still be the same. Yeah, things might be a bit messy, but they’d manage perfectly. I’m just a waste of space. I have no one. I left my family; as much as I love them they never understood me. I was always the weird one. The odd one out. It never really bothered me because I loved the silence, but now I dread it. Every night when I come home it haunts me. That’s why I try to stay, but they don’t understand. They never understand.Useless Coffee Boy by darkblaze14
When I started working there it felt like I finally found my home. Like I was meant to be there, but over time they stopped acknowledging me. I was invisible, like a ghost. Every day I watch them from the side lines. They have fun, carry on and bond with each other, become friends and then there’s me. Sitting at my desk wa
[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: Choking BreathChapter 7[Torchwood] Lethal Foresight: Choking Breath by paradoxmachine
“Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Ianto said, as they sped along the country roads, swerving around the few other cars when it was necessary.
“All the time,” said Jack. “All I have to do is step outside, and immediately everyone is staring at me.”
“That’s fair,” said Ianto. “But actually I was leading up to an eerie reveal.”
“Right, because someone’s hiding in the back seat,” Jack said flippantly.
“Yes sir,” said Ianto. “Just thought you should know.”
Jack grinned, adjusting the rear view mirror just in time to see the flash of silver before the creature’s arms were around him. It covered his mouth, claws digging into his forehead, cheek, and neck.
“This is my car, you asshat,” said Victor, his snarling face pressed against Jack’s ear. “You can’t just take peoples
K-I-S-S-I-N-G8 Janto Torchwood"So did you guys do anything interesting while I was gone?"K-I-S-S-I-N-G8 Janto Torchwood by fantasylover42
Ianto and Jack sat on Ianto's couch, watching TV. Ianto sighed. "No, not really. It was pretty boring, honestly. It seems like we were never all here at the same time. Except for when we saw a movie."
"Ah, so you did come out of hibernation." Jack dodged the pillow that Ianto threw at him. He grinned at him. "I mean that in the best way, of course."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Of course. Whatever that means."
"So," Jack continued conversationally, "was the movie any fun?"
Ianto shrugged noncommittally. "It was okay, I guess," he said reluctantly, remembering the actions of a certain female friend who he'd been sitting next to.
Jack swung his head towards him, one eyebrow raised. "Well, isn't that an enthusiastic answer."
"Just being honest."
"So you didn't like the movie, then?"
Ianto thought about it. He honestly couldn't remember. "I don't know."
Jack gave him an odd look before saying, "Alright, I guess that your summer activit
Ianto's View On ChildrenIanto thoroughly disliked children. He didn't see the pleasure in caring for a sticky bundle of tears, he didn't feel comfortable cooing to a miniature person who didn't understand him and he certainly didn't like the idea of changing diapers. He had enough to deal with without the drama of a child.Ianto's View On Children by TashiiPear
Yet, despite his obvious displeasure around kids, they flocked to him. They danced around his ankles, tripping him and dribbling on his shoes. They tugged at his suit and called for attention. Sometimes, they vomited into his lap and then laughed in delight as he grimaced. It was an endless bundle of rosy cheeks and innocent eyes, both of which hid the true demons inside.
He didn't understand peoples fascination with them. They were always sticky, crying and pooping. If they weren't bubbly or wet, then they were asleep. Where was the fun? Where was the order, the familiarity?
Looking for answers, he would sometimes head to his sister's house. Rhiannon was the proud mother of two children, D
Another Kind of ImmortalityDear Jack,Another Kind of Immortality by vertigoevie
You once asked me if I wanted immortality. Maybe it wasn't direct, but I could tell what you were requiring. The answer is yes. But we both know that is impossible. You can have my forever, but I can never have yours.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I watch you sleep. Sometimes you snake your arm around me without knowing it. It's times like those when I realized how much I must have meant to you. It's not that I don't want you to care about me. It's that I don't want to think about what happens when I'm gone so part of me hopes that you don't care as much as you let on.
And if you do so happen to love me, and you don't say it, I just want you to know one thing: remember me. Not all of me though; I'm not going to put you in that much misery. Just remember one little thing about me. After all, I'm just a blip in time aren't I? All you have to do is remember my voice or my coffee or my eyes or just a small little thing. You don't even have to remember my name, or my per
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